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#TimeAlone

Written by @DeanWinchester_ & @SanctifedSword

Colt: -He’d been promising for some quality time alone and tonight he was making good on that promise. They’d fought so many obstacles over the years so to be here together was very special. Putting down anchor, no one around but them Colt made dinner and proposed a toast.- “To the love of my life, may we never part again.”

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Ethan: -Sitting on Trident with the man he’s always been in love with is the only thing Ethan has wanted since they got back together. It’s their shared happy place with so many great memories. Grinning like a damn fool, he raises his glass.-

You are the love of my life. I’ll never not be by your side. I love you so very much.

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Colt: -Glasses clinked and sat his drink down. Hand took Ethan’s and just held it, partially afraid he might disappear if he didn’t hold it.- I love you too very much.

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#RiftItSoGood

#Written by @DarklySadistic and @ArchangelDSM

Lucifer: *With each and every world that was destroyed a sense of enjoyment watched of me. Each one that was taken away from my father. I knew that he was crying over the loss. Each life that was snuffed out was like a balm to my black and tormented soul. I craved even more, I wanted to watch the whole world burn. To bow to my feet and cry for mercy, but no mercy would be found. Only a dark abyss of hate, that grew with each passing day.

I walked the halls of Hell, the screams echoed around me. Hands behind my back, the deeper into my kingdom I went. A ping of hurt nicked at my heart. There was only one thing that was missing. Michael. A deep scowl marred my face. He was taken away from me. The day is so fresh in my mind, like it was yesterday. He was ripped away from me. The memory of his face when I fell. It dug its claws deep into me. I could never go back, I could never have him in my arms again. I was thrown out over love. The love of my brother, a man that was my other half. A roar ripped from my lips, as my fist into the wall. Cracking of bone bounced off the walls. My father, a man that was all about love. Couldn’t accept the love of his two children. Rage ate at his body like poison. My father would pay! He couldn’t love me or love me for who and what I was. He would be brought to his knees.

My hand falling to his side, I needed more help. These demons couldn’t do shit right. I killed more of them then kept them around. There was only one that he knew that would be powerful to actually bring this the world to an end. But would he even see me? It had been so long since we had been face to face. Sighing I ran my fingers through my hair. I had to try. My heart jumped at the thought of seeing his love again.

Letting out a breath he popped up onto Earth. My love’s domain. He would know the moment that he stepped foot onto the Earthly plane. Now how to get his attention, tapping my chin with a smirk. Scanning the world around me.* Oh Michael, come out, come out wherever you are. *Letting my powers out and brushing against his love's mind. I hadn’t stepped out of Hell in a long fucking time. If you wanted something done right, you had to do it yourself. His smirk turned sinister. The thought of working side by side with Michael, made my dick twitch in my jeans. No one would be able to stop them.* Come say hi, love. *Brushing his mind once again. Leaning against a large tree. Close to that of the tree of life they had once met at. Crossing my arms over my chest, I waited for him. I had to admit that my heart pounded hard against my rib cage. I lost everything the moment I fell from heaven. And that everything was him, it would always be him.*

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Michael: -Wheatfields far as the eye could see, he moved with fluid motions wielding a sword. Chaos in his heart, he sought to soothe out here alone. Deep breath then letting it out he cut through the air with a slash to the left moving with it as if an imaginary foe would strike from behind he held up the sword to block. His mind even though he tried would always conjure up Lucifer's face when he'd been forced to put him in hell, his fathers' punishment had been fierce. And while there were whispers he'd gotten off easy that wasn't even close. His weakness had put them into the position and Lucifer had paid the physical price. Michael was paying the emotional price, to have put his brother in hell and stand back to let him burn for eternity killed whatever softness that had been in him. Over the centuries he turned into a cold, calculated warrior who showed no mercy for anyone.

Whatever his father ordered no matter how disturbing he obeyed. He had no friends, no family he was just a weapon in his fathers' arsenal. His only reprieve was memories of Lucifer and he did not allow himself to visit them because it would only cause him more grief as the wound was ripped open again and again. Lately, his father wasn't really around and the angels looked to him for direction. He gave heartless orders and never went further beyond that. But he watched at times his father's influence on the Winchester's and it angered him. He cared more it seemed for these mortals than he'd ever cared for his own sons. He felt nothing but hatred for the Winchester's they were nothing more than a vessel to get the mission accomplished and from his experience, they were as miserable as he was. At least they were kindred spirits. Continuing his practice for the next several hours content to keep going till some angel came to irritate him for orders he lost track of time until a presence he'd not felt for so long fell across the planet. It couldn't be... his arm coming down sword gripped tightly in his hand as he closed his vessels eyes and concentrated on it. Then a whisper, low and familiar caressed his mind. It was /him/, how did he escape... Other angels would hear, feel him and they'd go after him. And in that moment the archangel made his choice. He'd protect Lucifer at all costs even if it meant standing up to his father. He disappeared with a flutter of wings and reappeared not far from Lucifer. He was well aware Lucifer would probably kill him but so be it. He dropped the sword and went to him unarmed. Face blatantly shown pain as he looked at the only person he loved in all of creation.- Lucifer... -It was said with the softest of tones, laden with love.-

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Lucifer: •He could still feel the fire as it locked at his skin. Blisters formed on his flesh. They covered his body, his screams fell on deaf ears. One doesn’t forget that type of pain. He never forgot the look on Michael’s face. His sick as fuck father forced Michael to put him there. Forced him to watch, as the fires started to consume him. Those sad eyes, were the last thing that ever saw. They haunted him for so fucking long. He could no longer feel the touch of the man, the Angel he loved. Hear his sweet words, to feel his touch against his skin. That day, his father, killed something inside of Lucifer. Pain, anger festered through the centuries. It ate away at him like cancer. It formed him into the fallen Angel he is now. Careless and cold, heartless and soulless some would say. For years his /hated/ his love. He had put him in that fucking hell. He didn’t fight hard enough. He didn’t come with him. He followed their fathers orders. It broke Lucifer, the one and only true love had let him go. He was never right after that. He cried out for Michael, he had begged so many times from him to free him from the fires of Hell. But he never came. No one ever came. He welcomed the fires in that moment. He prayed for them to consume him. Though they never would. This was his punishment for love. For loving another, for loving his brother. The one in all of this fucked up world that he loves more then himself.

He was pulled from his thoughts. At the feel of a presence, /his/ presence. It washed over him like a balm to his raw and torn, black soul. His head rested back against the bark of the tree. Anger welled up in his veins. So many times, he planned out how he would kill Michael. Slowly he opened his eyes, and he was met with the sight of him. The pain, the softness, the love. How, how could he ever think that? How could he ever want his love, ever not to exist? He was a ducking bastard.

He was here, Michael, his love was here. His hard eyes, softened. Only Michael could ever soften him. Arms falling down to his side. He pushed off the tree. Walking towards him, fuck he wanted to run, but he kept his pace. With each step he drew even closer. His scent filled his nose.Fuck, he couldn’t take it anymore. Rushing the last few steps, he cupped his face between his large hands. Eyes glistening in the light of moon, shinning off the unshed tears that gathered in his eyes.• Michael.. •his voice laced with awe and love.• You’re here, you came. •he whispered, as a tear trailed down his cheek. His love had came. The cries of his soul for his love, had finally been heard.• Love, my love. •Gently he stroked his cheeks.• I..I..never thought I would touch you again, feel you, see you. •dropping his arm around his waist. Pulling him against his body, so tight.• Oh love how I’ve missed you.

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Michael: -A wave of emotions hit Michael as he laid eyes on Lucifer, so long. How could have he just left him in hell? He'd known though if he'd went after him his father would destroy him, possibly both of them and there would never be any hope left. So he'd done as he was told, forced to live a life that went on forever and was clouded in darkness. The archangel's heart had been broken but it was breaking again just being in Lucifer's presence knowing what he'd done to him. Standing motionless as Lucifer embraced him he silently wondered if his father was messing with him, a test of some sort and this wasn't Lucifer. The close contact had him returning the embrace though and he hugged Lucifer tight. Emotional whisper.- If this is a test father then I've failed in your eyes for loving him. Please just end me because I won't play these perverse games anymore. Send me to hell but please stop torturing me like this....

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Lucifer: •His arms were his heaven, Michael was his home. A home that he longed for, for so long. He ached each moment to feel the arms of his love. To smell his scent, to touch him. And now, he was. So many emotions banged against each other, his body the only thing keeping them contained. He felt if he would burst in a flash. He pulled Michael ever closer. He wouldn’t let him go this time. No. Nothing, not even their father would keep them apart. He couldn’t stand to be without Michael. He was his very heart, even if it was black and chard from what it once was. Michael was his very reason for breathing.

Resting his forehead on Michael’s. He was home. But then his emotional whisper fell in his ears. Did he think he wasn’t real, that this was all some dream? It made his blood boil. That their father, he did this. Made his love toss him away. Made him question, Lucifer. He would pay dearly for it. He would watch their father burn away to ash for this.

Pushing anger aside. Because his heart was breaking. For Michael, for himself. His fingers slipped the the nape of his neck. Moving his lips to Michael’s ear. He whispered like gravel and deep, something that only he and his love would know. Something that Lucifer had always said to him.• You are my very universe. Without you, I am nothing, I cease to exist. You are the very reason I was made. For it was not our father that breathed life into me, it was you love. You’re very existence is my beating heart. You are my only true love. •emotions made his voice crack. His body shuttered, with the raw emotion he felt.• It’s me love. You hold me in your very arms. •he pulled his lips from his loves ear. Meeting his loves gaze, tears threatened to spill over.• Feel my heart beat for you. •with his words, he leaned down and captured his lips. Slowly he kissed his love. Pouring all of his love into the kiss.•

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#GoodAsHell

Written by: @demonhunter1887 , @DemonicGeneral_ & @LilyResurrected

Jacob: I suppressed my California memories years ago. At least I thought I did. But they all came rushing to the surface when I turned on the news. There had been an increase in the number of people picked up for solicitation and public indecency.

There were only so many details the friendly floating head from the news could share with the public. This seemed eerily familiar. The vibration of my phone pulls me from my thoughts.

"What do you want?" I answered. I didn't bother looking at the Caller ID. It didn't matter who it was. They wanted something from me.

"Jacob Greyman?" the small voice on the other end of the line answered.

"Guess you should know who you're calling before you pick up the fucking phone, right?" Irritation was evident in my voice. "What do you want?"

"I'm Sister June," she said, "from the Cathedral of the Holy Cross."

Of course, I thought, Catholic churches were always so pretentious.

"How can I help you /Sister/," I responded.

"The Prince of Hell has risen," she said.

"Which one?" I asked, "My fath-- ... Lucifer created several."

"Asmodeus."

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Asmodeus: -Standing on the second role balcony he looked down upon the ground of people. Lights flashed and changed colors as the music offered a beat to move by. He could feel the sexual prowess coming off the crowd, many of who were engaged in sexual acts right in front of others. The club had so much potential as the group of women lying in the bed behind him would prove. He'd been sent back to complete their mission, his to seed the world of many demons as he could. The humans made it so easy, they succumbed to their desires so easy it didn't take much of an effort on his part. MDMA was being passed out and only increased things. Five more beautiful women were brought to him and the others were taken away to the warehouse beyond.-

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Jacob: "No wonder this shit looked familiar," I mutter into the phone. I open my laptop and peck out a few keys.

"I've dealt with him before," my lips pull into a slight smile, "he does make things... /interesting/ doesn't he, Sister?"

"Sinful," she says, "utterly utterly sinful."

"What you call sin," I tell her, "most people call a good time. But Asmodeus' isn't just trying to get laid. At least that wasn't his prior MO. He wants to create more halflings."

"Yes," she answered, "Demons that pass as humans."

"And fuck if that wouldn't be a terrible thing," I responded, "Send me the details you have. Has he picked a woman to carry his seed? Most don't survive the possession."

"That's why I've called you," Sister June stated.

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Asmodeus: -Cages descended from the ceiling overhead holding nearly nude dancers, screams went up as the dancers sprayed the crowd with water. Bodies rolling into each other as the new beat started up. The lust thick in the air. Bubble butt, black hair, and blue eyes mounted a pole swinging round. Locking her leg around the pole leans back exposing most of her breasts in the tiny halter top she was wearing. A blonde guy in the crowd leans in and kisses her. Within minutes they're both on stage fucking to the beat as the crowd cheered them on. Asmodeus shoved another woman off, the pile of corpses was piling up. Looks at one of his demons.- Get this shit out of here. -Lighting up a cigarette, walks out to the balcony shirtless looking over the crowd. He hadn't even broken a sweat yet.-

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Jacob: "Of course," I snort, "the church rarely does its own heavy lifting." My fingers peck on the keys of my laptop searching for anything that would be a hotspot.

"There was a girl," the nun started.

"It always starts with a girl," I responded letting out a deep sigh. "Where is she?"

"She's locked at her parents home," Sister June says, "Cardnal Antonio is waiting for your there."

"Way to bury the lede, Sister," I replied, "Text me the address and I'll be there." I close my laptop and walk to the end of the hall. I open the closet and grab the bag from the top shelf. I put it away a long time ago. But I had to pull it out again.

I toss it in the back seat of my car and pull out of the drive.

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Asmodeus: -He'd sent out some minions to see about the half-breed the church had killing his spawns hosts. He was both annoyed and curious. He wasn't completely human to have survived the encounters that were making it back to Asmodeus but confirmation had not yet be made. He wondered if indeed it was the same he'd encountered so long ago and had been bested by. Breeding at least another twelve women he went off in search of other distractions from the club and waited for information to come in.-

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Jacob: I pulled into the driveway of the address the nun had sent me. Typical Irish Catholic family home. Gawdy cross hanging over the door. I did nothing to detur the demon that ate the soal of the girl locked away inside.

I tilt my head, listening to them praying. I hated to be the one to tell them that it was too fucking late. The daughter they loved was gone. What was left was just an empty shell of what was once there. Maybe she was an innocent girl. But it didn't matter.

I tapped on the door, ready to put on the show before putting down the demon that filled the husk of the girl's vessel.

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Asmodeus: -The priest had been cited the exorcism when the demon turns its charms on him and soon the priest succumbed to his lust of the flesh. The demon attacked the priest and took great pleasure in killing him, head snapped up baring teeth at the knock at the door.-

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Jacob: I follow the chants of the excersism up the stairs of the family home barely hearing the voices of the family begging for my help. It was too late for the help they wanted.

I swing the bedroom door open and see her. The girl was writhing against the prayers. It wasn't enough to destroy her. Priests never got there in time. They had to think and plan and pray before action. By then it was always too fucking late to make a real difference and the body was dead.

The girl started laughing when she saw me, "Yay, a threesome!"

"I don't think so," I told her, "neither you or he are my type."

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Asmodeus: -Her limbs contort in odd directions as she crotches like in the middle of the dead eyeing the newcomer.- Well that's too bad but don't worry you won't live long enough for me to care. -Launching herself at Jacob, nails scratching at his face with teeth snapping at his throat.-

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Jacob: I caught the flying girl as she launched herself in my direction. She was strong. I remembered how strong he made the carriers of his seed were. My fingers tightened around her wrists and I push her hand from my face.

I listen to the priest's fruitless effort to cast the demon from the girl's body. But there was no human soul remaining in her body. I push her hard against the wall, "Where is he?"

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Asmodeus: -Spitting in his face her head canted to one side her eyes inhuman looking now.- Don't worry he'll find you soon! -Using her feet she shoved with all her might against him and soon as she got loose she bit into the priest's neck ripping open his carotid artery. Blood sprayed over her and the wall.-

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Jacob: The blood spray coated the girl's room like a bad paint job. I quirk a brow and waive a finger letting a chair slide out from the girl's desk, I take a seat and watch as the possessed girl dances around in the sprays of blood. Like a child running through sprinklers. It was too late to save the priest.

It was likely too late when I walked through the door tonight. But I could report back to the Church that I tried.

"Where is he?" I asked her again, "You're dead either way. Doesn't matter to me."

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Lily: It was a typical day for Lily, waking up in a homeless shelter, leaving to go find one of the local dealers to get her fix. She took in all the sights; the couples doing their mushy things, people walking their dogs, squirrels playing with each other, the flowers that were blooming for the year, the trees having healthy leaves and children playing since school was out for the summer. Even though Lily was strung out on every drug imaginable it was nice to get a glimpse of the real world every once in a while. By the time she got to her local dealer she had went into depression mode from 'walking down memory lane'. "How'ya doin' today?" "Could be better." Lily answered the dealer. "Well hell, let's fix that." He said with a smile. The two had done their exchange then headed off in different directions. Lily had found an empty alley....well almost empty, the stray animals would dig through the trash cans for food. Ducking behind a trash can Lily had pulled out a tourniquet and wrapped it around her upper left arm. Once it was tight enough she pulled out the syringe that had the special juice that her body was craving. Lily had tapped on her arm to find a good vein, once it was found she popped the top off of the syringe and stuck the needle in then slowly administered the liquid. When the last drop was pushed in she sat back and waited for her high to kick in.

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Asmodeus: -His minions always on the lookout for potential humans, they frequented the slums. Forgotten people with no one to care or come looking for them. Coming across a junkie in an alley one grabbed her by the hair and tossed her over his shoulder disappearing into the buildings so she could be taken to his master along with many others. The hotel they'd taken up residence in was filled with people everywhere and sex was stout in the air. Moans and groans filled the air as they took up the latest finds tossing them on the floor at the master's feet. The possessed girl back at the house didn't cooperate just cursed him till she collapsed on the floor eyes blank and soul gone. One more death in a rising death toll.-

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Jacob: I stepped outside of the Irish Catholic home. The Church's cleanup team would be here soon to take care of the bodies.

I should feel sorry for them. The girl or the priest. But I don't. They are just a blip in the war between heaven and hell. That war had been brewing since the dawn of time it seemed. Each side worked to build its numbers. Both used deceit to get there.

I had to figure out what the target is now and how to slow or stop it.

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Lily: Being on her high, Lily's process times for reactions were delayed. She had no clue that she had been picked up until they were in the building. She had tried to ask where the minions were taking her but her speech was too slurred to understand. When they got to their master, Lily barely processed to put her hands out before her face hit the floor. Blinking a few times to get used to the different lighting she heard the moans and groans of pleasure. She raised her head to see more women around her and then her attention came to a man that was in front of her and all the women. What did Lily get herself into this time?

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Asmodeus: -The hotel was full of humans fornicating all over the place but the women were brought to his bedroom first. It was huge and many women laid upon it. Candles flickered around the darkroom. Lust was oozing from his pores and moans were slipping past the whores lips. They thighs opening and begging to be bred. Each one he took the lusting seemed to get worse, twisting and thriving they were ready for him without complaint. As he got to the latest arrival he ran his vessels fingers down her spine before rubbing his rather large members between her now stripped thighs. He breached her with out word and began to fuck her like the trash she was. He hoped some of these were strong enough to bring his children into the world and serve their master well.-

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#EnemyOfThineEnemy

Written by @MyStoneIsRuby & @SWinchesterDSM

Ruby: [Everybody thought she was dead so she was trying to stay under the radar, there was angel radio and there was demon radio, she didn’t want her name to be spoken on either of them anytime soon. But there was one thing she had to do… something she had to get out of her system, one demon she had to stab repeatedly making sure she’d never show her face in any form or vessel ever again. The bitch had sold her at the first occasion. There was no such thing as friendship in the “demon community” but that had been a low blow.

Meg, the bitch, had to die.

She had a place and time and just one shot at it for if she missed, so long for staying under the radars. Little she knew she wasn’t the only one tailing her, would she had known who was in the surrounding she would have backed off, but it was to late now]

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Sam: -Sam was rolling solo these days and Dean was still pissed off at him but it was what it was. So he sat at the local diner having ordered breakfast and coffee before the sun come up. His table held his laptop which he was busy looking through articles. A guy named Anton LaVey had created The Church of Satan back in the sixties, most dismiss it as mostly inactive and completely ridiculous, but there were always a few fanatical followers. And Sam was tracking them because he felt they'd stumbled onto something real. Rumors of the Church were growing in the mountains not far from Little Rock Arkansas. Children had gone missing recently and Sam believed it was all connected, it might be legit or not that's what he was here to find out. He would be heading up to Pinnacle Moutain today, a lot of terrain but he wanted to get a feel for things and see if anything at some key points stood out. After breakfast, he put his stuff in the car and stopped by the supply store then headed up to the rangers station. He had been hunting Meg but so far he didn't have any solid leads so when this case came along he took it, one day he'd find her and end her. Parking the car he grabbed his hiking gear pack and headed up the walkway to grab a map and talk to the local ranger.-

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Ruby: [There were many things human had done in the past that shown how foolish they were. The Church of Satan was one, though supposed to be inactive it still had a few followers.. many even for it had become an international thing. A small herd of worshippers in every countries, what a great opportunity for demons… a stash of willing vessels. Whenever one got broken, to the worshipers the demon went that’s why Ruby followed that lead. She knew Meg had been badly injured when fighting the Winchesters, she’d more than probably need a new body to inhabit… And if she didn’t well she’d keep searching but for now, to Arkansas she’d go]

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Sam: -After chatting to the ranger Sam took the map and headed up the trail to make his way up to Pinnacle Mountain, the ranger had warned him about animals etc since they’d had a couple guys go missing lately. He’d planned on camping overnight at the top and had his gun. Eyes peeled for anything out of the ordinary.-

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Ruby: [Ruby was on her way to the top knowing there was a hunting cabin there where the worshippers gathered and the demons harvested.

Using the night to cover herself she walked on a trail not that many people used, she was worried though for the moon would be full soon and maybe some were already up there preparing for one of their stupid rituals.]

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Sam: -Sam had to admit this was kicking his ass a bit. He needed to work out harder. Taking a small break he decided to make camp because it was dark and he didn’t want to end up stumbling around or drawing attention to himself.-

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Ruby: [Demons didn’t get tired or it took a lot to put them down so she kept walking along the trail keeping her ears open and a hand on the dagger she kept safely secured at her belt. So far she hadn’t seen anything and she wondered if it was a good or a bad thing]

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Sam: -He didn’t start a fire and luckily it wasn’t to cold. He did apply some protection symbols to the ground though. Hopefully that would keep any inhuman thing out.-

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Ruby: [She was half way to the top when she heard something. Someone was there, not far. She hesitated she could make a bee line and avoid whoever was there or come closer to see if it was a worshipper or a demon. Good or bad idea she decided to go and check who the “person” was, from behind one tree to the other she moved closer and closer and suddenly stopped. Of all people she could have stumbled on it had to be Sam Winchester who had to be standing a few feet away…]

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Sam: -Sam heard something, a twig? He turned around and caught sight of a small figure not to far away. He reached for his gun leveling it at the figure.- Come out, hands up. I will shoot so move slow.

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Ruby: [She thought fast, you were a hunter, shoot first talk later, so she didn’t have a lot of options. She did as you asked raising her hands high enough for you to see them and stepped out of the shadows. Even from where you were you’d be able to tell it was her. It was up to you to shoot or not.]

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Sam: -As the figure came out Sam’s eyes widened a bit. Head tilted gripping the gun hand tighter. Emotions came running back to him.- Ruby..? How? I thought you were dead.

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Ruby: I kind of was, long story, I’d love to have a long conversation about how, when and more but I rather do it without a gun pointed at me.

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Sam: Yeah and I’d like to live till I’m old but you’ll probably kill me if I do put my gun down.

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Ruby: Sam, I was on my way somewhere and, believe me, you’re the last person I thought I’d bump into. I actually tried to avoid you or anyone. There’s someone higher than you on my killing list... plus if I recall well you’re the one who holds a grudge against me.

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Sam: Well in all fairness you did lie and manipulate me to free Lucifer but hey that's not anything "major" right? Tell me why you are here, who is it you're looking for and maybe I might not send you back to hell.

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Ruby: [Fair point, she had used you, bringing you down emotionally or using how lost you were to lead you where she wanted you to go]

I’m hunting Meg [She bluntly said, no need to beat around the bush, not under the menace of a gun held by a hunter who knew what he was doing]

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Sam: -He seemed to believe her a relaxed a little.- I'd love to end her. So what enemy of thine enemy this round?

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Ruby: It's definitely not a game I want her dead Sam. She tortured me in Hell, for pure pleasure, it wasn't even her job.

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Sam: So this is a vendetta because Meg’s a nut job… and how do I know she didn’t send you thinking you could talk me into false security?

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Ruby: Yeah because I’m the best person to send to make you feel safe.

We didn’t really part friends remember?

Believe me or not, I don’t care, just don’t shoot me and I’ll go my way. All I want is having her dead, once and for all.

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Sam: I remember. She’s not stupid and probably got plenty of back up. -Lowers his gun.- How about a temporary truce with us to take her on?

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Ruby: [A truce? She looked at you and remained silent for a moment then she nodded her head]

She probably has back up. Up there with the so called satanists… A vessel farm for us demons I was thinking of dismantling it as well. Kill the Meg network.

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Sam: I can live with that, they’re abducting children and sacrificing them. Any idea of how many are up there?

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Ruby: It’s not that big a coven, satanists aren’t that many despite what people think, I mean real ones. I’d expect a dozen for we're close to the dark moon. That’s why I’m expecting Meg to be there.

[She allowed herself to move closer]

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Sam: I was going to hit them during the daylight. -Sam sat down on a downed tree log.-

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Ruby: Some are there during the day but if you want to catch them all and be sure demons are there, /Meg/ is there, you have to go at night on a dark moon which is tomorrow night but preparations must be made to “call the devil” [That part made her roll her eyes]

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Sam: Alright then, guess we go tomorrow night. If there any kids in there I want your word you'll get them out of there and I'll handle the other. -He was serious about this and knew she could grab the kids up and disappear faster than he could think.-

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#BeastofBrayRoad

Written by @DaemoniumJager & @LoneHuntressDSM

John: Shoutgun in hand tromping through the brush pushing ten o'clock at night I hear a howl in distance. Taking off in a run towards it, been out here for hours waiting to get my chance and nothing till now. Slowing down to listen raising the Mossberg, butt resting against my shoulder. Measured steps coming up on a smell, blood... inching closer hard to see in the dark. Wet smacking and flesh being ripped away from it's prey.

Low growl, it was quicker than I'd anticipated. Didn't get a shot off as it locked down on my arm sinking it's teeth into me. Scrambling with the weight of it, fingers in the dirt managing to grab the gun. "BLAM" I'd turned my face away as I pulled the trigger close range afraid of getting peppered with lead. Ears ringing, wet with thick blood I push the dead-weight of the wolf like creature off me.

Just laying there on the earthen floor of the forest looking up into the tree line, watching the dark clouds move past the moon giving more light at the moment to see by. "What the hell was I doing?" Been at this now a few years and it just kept getting crazier. The boys on my mind but the job I'm suppose to be at getting me up off my ass, blood running down my fingertips from the bite.

Least I'd got the bastard. This thing had been terrorizing the area around here. Livestock at first but it had killed two small kids around Dean's age too. Nudging the black fury beast with the toe of my boot, taking out a flashlight to get a good look at it. Taking a few pictures with my camera to put in my journal for later reference. It's hind legs looked like something the mythical Minotaur had but this was not a werewolf. Otherwise I'd be screwed because it just bit me. Thick black fur and sharp teeth, nothing overly special besides those hind leg's.

Looking down at my watch cursing. I was /late/ again for work. I needed to get a move on. The shotgun blast had done enough damage it wasn't coming back to life. I didn't have time to bury it so I just high tailed it back to the Impala. Opening the trunk I pulled my bloody jacket off and overshirt. Blotting my arm with the ruined shirt. Cleaning it up with some whiskey quickly and wrapping it up. No time to change, I just wipe my face off and close the trunk. Forty five minutes later I pull up to the shipping depot and get out.

Head down I already know I'm gonna hear shit from the boss. "Nice of you finally make it Winchester." "I'm sorry, I'll get right to work." "No, I've had enough of you." "Please I need this job I've got two boys to feed." "I don't want to hear it. You're late /again/ covered in blood. Get your shit together and stay out of the bars fighting if you really care about your boys."

I tried my best to talk him out of firing me but dejected I walked back to the Impala, dreading having to face the boys when I got back. We were running way low on food and money. Rent was up on the motel and it just seemed I couldn't catch a break. Walking into the grungy motel room, I was greeted by Dean who's got big as a silver dollar. "Dad?! What happened to your arm? Wh... is that blood?" "Easy son, little accident at work. It's okay." Not sure he bought it but he seemed to calm down after a hug. Checking on Sammy who was asleep I headed in to take a long shower. Dressing the wound, feeling like a new man I smiled. Dean was standing on a chair making grilled cheese sandwich's with a hot plate. Taking over we sat down and ate them in silence and went to bed.

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Annie: I wrinkle my nose at the paper. It was something. I had to be something. I knew in my gut.

While most of my graduating class went off to college or... I gag... got married... I decided to find out what was out in the dark. I knew personally that monsters were real. At least werewolves were.

What else was out there? Was Frankenstein real? Mummys? Vampires? Godzilla?

I packed a suitcase and load it in the back of my Firebird. I had enough cash to make it through my summer road trip. If I needed more, I'm sure I could find a small job or figure something. I was very resilient.

So Delavan, WI was my destination. The article mentioned people found ripped apart be 'wolves'.

Wolves generally steer clear of people. We were their enemy. So I didn't buy that cover story.

I pull into the motel parking lot next to an impressive '67 Impala. Then head into the manager's office.

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John: -Early the next morning John got up at the sound of the door being beat on. Groggy eyed he got up shirtless and answered the door. The hotel owner stood there looking pissed. Heavy sign, he wanted money. Wordlessly I walk over and pull the last money from my wallet and hand it over. I hate to find work and if need to look for churches that would be willing to help. The owner smiled showing his missing teeth. As he left I grabbed a shirt and slipped my boots on. Going out to the Impala I popped the trunk looking for the last bit of canned food we had.-

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Annie: I couldn't help but hear the pounding on my neighbor's door.

Who beats on someone's hotel room door /this/ early in the morning?

I peek out of the dark curtains and watch as the manager berates my neighbor. I can't help but feel for them. My neighbor's voice sounded defeated when he spoke back to the manager.

I'd open the curtain slightly wider when the manager walked off triumphantly. I continued to watch my neighbor through the window, smiling as he walks to the Impala that I'd been impressed with the day before.

I bit my lip slightly as I swing open the door, I shouldn't stick my nose in but damn if I did anyway.

"Morning," I say making eye contact.

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John: -John looked up from the trunk and found himself staring at gorgeous redhead. He smiled at her.- Morning.

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Annie: "Sorry, couldn't help but overhear," I let my eyes move over the man and then to his car. Losing my train of thought. I move closer, my bare feet on the cool cement. I hadn't bothered to change from my pajamas when was spying on my neighbor. So I stand there gawking in thin shorts and a t-shirt.

The black paint of the Impala reflects the morning sun that is peeking over the rooftop of the other building. "She's beautiful. A '67?"

I raise my eyes to meet his. Damn, he had dimples too.

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John: -His was widowed not dead and his eyes lingered. He could make out her nipples pressing against the thin shirt. At the mention of Baby he grinned.- A woman who knows her cars... yes she is. Best purchase I ever made.

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Annie: I noticed his gaze and smirked. I didn't mind him looking. Hell, it was hot to have a man with his /experience/ look at me.

"I love cars," I walk around meeting him at the trunk and point over to my Firebird, "that one's mine." I glance down at the contents of his trunk. Seeing his shotgun.

"You, hunt too?"

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John: -Looks over at her car, bold just like he bet she was.- Hunt? Oh yeah no and then when things are in season.

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Annie: I look at the items in the trunk then back to him, frowning slightly. Did I misread something? I'm so new at this that I guess I don't know all the signs. But this guy looked like he could hunt.

I see the torn and bloody shirt that was tossed in the trunk and then his bandaged arm. "You ok, sweetheart? That looks like it is fucking painful," I run my fingers lightly over his arm, "I heard there was a wolf thing in the woods near here. That's why I came."

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John: -He didn't pull away and listened to her, the soft-touch got him revved up a bit though. He'd been trying to play it off about being a hunter because from what he'd seen that wasn't something people shared too openly. Voice lowered he leaned in.- You're a /hunter/ like evil shit in the dark?

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Annie: I meet his gaze with mine and nod, "The weird shit like that fascinates me," I say softly, "I've only run into a few guys at a bar that said they believed in it. But really they were just teasing me or trying to get in my pants."

I tuck a strand of copper hair behind my ear, "So do you really believe there are monsters lurking out in the dark?"

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John: Yeah. I’ve seen the shit up close and personal. No place for a lady to be chasing down though. Does your family know what you’re up to?

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Annie: "Lady?" I give him a smile, "Don't think I've ever been accused of being a lady before."

Somehow the word though falling from his lips didn't seem so foreign. I take a couple of steps closer to him. I'm not sure if his goal was to intimidate me or to scare me away. But I don't scare easily.

"I've seen stuff too," I tell him, "my family thinks I'm on a road trip across the country before college."

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John: So you’re out here alone hunting? You should go home and stay away from this stuff. The deeper you get the harder it will be to get out.

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Annie: "What if I want to go deeper?" I ask him. "I want to learn this. I want to be able to protect myself from the monsters out there. I know I don't know everything. But I'm in too deep to turn back now." I lock my gaze with his, "Please, don't treat me like I'm a little girl in over my head. Teach me?"

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John: -John's frown deepened, thinking about Mary that image was /fresh/ in his memory.- I'm new at this too, I could get us both killed. -Thinking on it though might be smarter with two instead of one especially since he needed to look after the boys as well.- If I show you what I know... you promise to be careful? I got my boys with me I can't afford to half-assed or jump the gun you know what I mean?

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Annie: I'm not sure why but something about this man made me trust him. I only hoped I gave him the same feeling. As much as I could being a strange girl standing in a motel parking lot in my pajamas.

"I promise I'll be careful. I don't know about you," I give him a smile, "I like living so I'm not gonna do anything to put a stop to that if I can help it." I quirk a brow as he mentioned his boys, "You have kids? How old?"

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John: -Distracted a minute thinking about things, he came around and answered.- Dean's five, Sammy is just a year old.

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Annie: "Oh, you've got babies, huh?" I look up at the man who towered over me, "By yourself?"

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John: Yeah... my wife... something killed her. I should go check on them they're still so small but get in trouble easily.

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Annie: I watch as his expression changes as he mentions his wife. The sadness in his eyes. "I'm sorry. I lost my boyfriend to a werewolf," I tell him, my tone dropped the cheerfulness I'd had before. "Ripped him apart in front of me. No one believed me. But it happened."

I push the thought back and look up with him smiling, I didn't have to dwell on it anymore, life was too fucking short, and I had to find the creature so no one else died, "How about you go check on your boys and maybe come by some time," I point to my room, "I gotta get a shower and dressed and stuff," I turn on my bare feet heading back to my room, then turn back towards him, "I'm Annie by the way."

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John: -He looked back watching her walk away, the revelation about her boyfriend gave him an understanding. They were out here chasing crazy for the same reasons.- I'm John. -Heading back inside the hotel he found Dean passed out holding Sammy, cartoons playing on the fuzzy television screen. Picking Sammy up he smiled at him.- Big brother is exhausted so it's me and you for a bit. -John got the Sammy bathed and changed then put him in the makeshift crib that was basically a milk crate padded with a pillow. Putting the blanket over him he made him a fresh bottle. Once the small one was settled down John looked to Dean and his heart broke all over again. Dean was stronger than most adults he knew, hell we was certainly stronger than him. Sitting on the edge of the bed he ran his fingers through his hair. Dean looked peaceful right now and he prayed the boy would sleep and not have nightmares. He'd waken to screams on more than one occasion and poor Dean would be white as a sheet calling out for his mother. John felt like such a failure for not being able to protect Mary and the kids. Whatever this thing

was that killed her he was gonna find it and kill it no matter what it took. Not just for her but for the boys, he wanted the boys, especially Dean to see that no matter what the hell you faced it could be dealt with. John needed them to know that, not be scared of the world and just go with the flow. No, you had to stand and fight not cower and fear. Putting another blanket on Dean then laying down himself he fell asleep.-

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Annie: I made it back to my room. Glad I finally met someone that knew what was really going on. I'm a novice. And it seemed that John was pretty new at this too. But it was a start. And he didn't seem to be some creepy guy who was trying to make some kind of play.

I tugged my pajamas off and tossed them in a pile by the bathroom door. Then walk into the bathroom and step under the running water. Taking a shower was time for me to recenter myself, to wash off every bad thing from the days before. Lately, things hadn't been great, but they hadn't been bad either. They'd just been.

I wanted so much to learn more about what was out there. I know what's out there is dangerous. But I wasn't scared. Not sure if that made me stupid or brave.

I wrap a towel around myself and run a brush through my hair as I thinking I should take my newspapers over to John and may together we could make heads or tails of the creature that was out in the woods. The thing that appeared to have attacked him.

I got dressed. Shorts, a t-shirt, and tennis shoes. then head out with newspapers tucked under one arm and a box of pop tarts in the other.

I peeped out his car again as I walked by it. He was telling the truth about having kids. There was evidence of that in his back seat.

I tap lightly on the hotel room door. Hoping I was not bothering him.

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John: -He'd slept hard and thankfully Sammy had slept through the night. Shit, showered and shaved he sat with his journal open and a map. Dean was eating a can of fruit watching cartoons with Sammy propped up on a blanket sucking on his binkie when the knock on the door came. Dean looked up at him with a tense expression. The poor kid was thinking the same as him "was it the manager again" John reached down and ruffled his hair.- It's okay champ I'll take care of it. -With that he got up and opened the door to not find the asshole manager but the looker from yesterday. His tense expression changed.- Hey there, Annie right?

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Annie: I offer him a smile as he swings the door open, "Right. Hi. Sorry. I know I asked you to come to see me but I thought maybe I could come over and we can work on something."

I didn't stop rambling. I don't know why. I wasn't nervous even though the man was ridiculously handsome. And stood probably a foot taller than me. I liked talking to him.

"I brought breakfast," holding up the box of Pop-Tarts, "and all the papers they had at the convenience store around the corner. Thought maybe there'd be some clues about what was out there, you know."

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John: -Dean's head popped up at the word "breakfast" and his eyes widened eyeing the pop tarts. John smiled at her and backed up opening the door wider.- Of course, please come in. Dean, come here and say hello to the pretty lady.

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Annie: I give the younger Winchester a smile and hand him the box of Pop-Tarts as I stepped inside their motel room, "They're Strawberry so that's fruit right?"

It wasn't much different than mine. Other than the makeshift crib in the corner. "Thanks for not shutting the door in my face," I look back up at the older Winchester, "I thought we can do something," I take a seat at in a chair at his table.

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John: -Dean was smiling ear to ear and John nodded it was okay and he went back to watching his cartoons and now munching on a pop tart. Taking a seat he looks at the redhead.- I'm not in the habit of being rude to women. What do you have here? -Looking at the papers she was holding.-

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Annie: I handed him the newspapers that I'd gathered showing him the stories that I'd circled, "I found these stories," I point to the story showing the guy that had lost his leg in a 'hunting' accident, "you think we should go to the hospital and interview him?"

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John: We could if we can get in. Dean, can you watch Sammy for a little while? -He hated leaving Dean so small to look after Sammy who was just an infant but what else could he do?-

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Annie: "I can get us in," I give him a smile as an idea churns through my brain. "I know a guy that can make us an ID. Very convincing. But do you have a suit?" I quirk a brow.

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#NightOut

Written by @TaylorMason_DSM & @HickOperator

Warning adult themes and triggers. Non-Consensual Sex.

Ian: -Ian had met a few people from Blackwater and had got along pretty well with Tayler when they met. They'd been missing each other playing phone tag for weeks but the day had finally come they were on the same page so Ian got a babysitter for CJ and had driven over to the Broken Spoke bar off Highway 115. Getting out he went in a grabbed a seat at the bar waiting for Tayler to show.-

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Taylor: He'd been trying to get together with Ian for a while. He hopped out of his Camaro and headed for the door and walked in then started to look for Ian, already he wanted to bang that sweet ass of his, with or without his consent. It'd been a while since he'd preyed upon a man.*

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Ian: -Sipping his beer he saw Tayler walk in and he waved, turning back to the bartender and asked her to bring another beer. As Tayler got closer he smiled.- Hey man, glad you could make it. -Put's out his hand to shake Tayler's.-

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Taylor: *Tayler extended his hand then grasped Ian's hand, smiling* It's good to see you. *Although he didn't give up his real reason for getting together. That would come much later.* How've you been>* He asked taking a seat next to him.* It's been a while.

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Ian: -Firm shake he smiled in earnest. He hadn't made any friends yet and all he knew were his family.- Yeah it has, sorry been busy as hell. Glad you could make it. Heard you finished up a hunt not long ago what was it?

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Taylor: *Tayler's earnest smile hid his true intention as he listened to what Ian was saying then answered* Well. there was this band of djinn that was literally posing as a band doing gigs in local places. Just about anyone who went backstage became dinner for them.

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Ian: -Eyes size of silver dollars. He’d seen some combat but he’d never really hunted so he was floored.- Damn. You handled that alone?

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Taylor: Oh hell no, I had a few backups. Took 'em down one by one, after we cornered them all, literally. They had no where to go. *Tayler said non-chalantly then took a chug off his beer* In the end, we got the job done. Don't worry. you'll hinting before you know it.

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Ian: Hope s. At this point my twin makes me look like a baby. She’s awesome, stepped up and kicking ass. -Orders a shot and downs it.- Much rather be hunting than sitting behind a desk. Can I ask you something?

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Ian: You’ve known my Dad, well one of my dads along time right? Is Colt always so damn intense? Like I talk to him and fuck he’s like a brick wall.

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Taylor: *Tayler took a swig of his beer and ordered a shot of tequila and thought for a moment* Well. he's always been intense. A brick wall not so much. He's been beat up pretty good by* He paused to make sure he used the right words* life. Just remember to cut him some slack. Hopefully he won't be such a brick wall to ya.

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Ian: -Thoughtful he listened.- I think I get what you mean. -Shrugs.- Some things happened. Not my proudest moment, guess I just felt like rebelling. Do you know the guy he’s with now? Ethan? Surprised the hell out of me, Dad was singing and smiling like really smiling. I’m not sure what to think. And.. I’m worried about him. He did something to save my son. I’m still trying to figure things out. -Glances over at Tayler hoping he could shed some light on things.-

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Taylor: *Tayler listened carefully as his shot was set down in front of him, which he picked up as soon as possible and downed it then replied as a matter of factly* As far as Ethan goes, let your dad have his happiness. Ethan's a great guy and they're a perfect match. *He paused* Maybe the longer they're together, the more that brick wall will crumble. Be gratful your dad has someone like Ethan, not everyone does. *He hoped that made sense and order them both a shot*

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Ian: -Tayler seemed to be holding back or something but Ian was buzzing right about now and he downed his shot.- The guys hot, like I’m not even gay and I’m like /dayum/. Anyway. What about you man? Wife with Ty junior’s running round causing trouble?

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Taylor: * Tayler's shots arrived and he passed one to Ian. Ian's question brought back memories of many girls who wanted to land him and rope him into marriage but couldn't. Smiling at them he replied happily* I don't have any kids that I know of. And I've never been married. I'm not the marrying type.

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Ian: Probably a good policy to have. -Downing another shot.- Hunting isn’t really marriage friendly.-

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Taylor: *Tayler agreed* No, it's really not. Then offered some advice* You better slow down on those shots, or I'll be putting you in the back of cab.

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Ian: Hey, I’m just trying to keep up with you.

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Taylor: *Grinning, he patted Ian;'s back lightly but in a manly way* Okay. you want to try to keep up with me?

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Ian: Hell yeah! Winchesters are supposed to badasses right? -laughs buzzed.-

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Taylor: *Tayler laughed a little* Yeah, they are. Ian's musk hit Tayler, and he shifted into predator mode as he ordered another round of shots not caring if Ian was Dean's kid anymore. That didn't matter, he was just another man to prey upon*

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Ian: -Drinking up Ian was having a good time with his Dad’s friend and it had been awhile since he let loose. Sitting on the barstool he swayed the whole place was moving.-

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Taylor: *Tayler noticed the sway in Iian knowing it wouldn't be long before he was hauling him off to his place Grinning, He ordered another round, their last before he took Ian to his bed and plowed him. And Tayler hope he fight back. One could get away with it behind closed doors given a little preperation. And Tayler had done just that* Having a god time kid?

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Ian: Yeah, yeah. -Nods fading in and out. He laid his head on the bar top to help the spinning and because the alcohol was making him sleepy as hell.-

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Taylor: *The bartender was too busy or just didn't give a damn about Ian being overserved alcohol just then. None of the other customers minded either, which s why Tayler came here often to the Broken Spoke. Tayler downed both shots when they came and paid for them as he had been He slid his arm around Ian and said,* Come one, Ian. Time to go. *Starting to lift him* Let's go.

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#TheBeginningOfTheEnd

Written by @CarriesAColt & @GrandTorturer_

Dean:

"Get down, Sammy!" The sounds that were heard throughout the bunker like that of a war zone. Sheetrock shattered and splintered, smoke filling the hallways and billowed into the sky overhead. Dean coughed and held his shirt over his face trying to breathe, but the smoke was so damn thick and it burned. Fuck it burned. He squints into the the thick smoke, eyes running and visibility was almost nil.

There is no enemy. None that could be seen anyway. No it was Chuck, AKA The Son Of A Bitch, or rather, The Selfish Son Of A Bitch, that was destroying worlds. One right after the other. Sam and Dean had thought they had saved this one, but evidently he was wrong. Dead wrong. Dean will have time to think about that later, if he survives.

Sam flew with the blast to land a good fifteen feet from the top of the stairs, straight down. Dean lunged for him, trying like hell to what....stop his fall? "NOOOO!" Everything seemed to slow down, almost stopping in Dean's mind. Dean with his outstretched arms, his face contorted in pain and agony as he missed catching his brother. The sound of Sam hitting the concrete below will be one Dean will never forget, blood quickly pooling under his twisted body and the deep gash down the side of his head.

Dean rolled then crawled to him, pulling his lifeless body into his arms, tears running down his face as he began to rock him in his arms. The building began to crumble around him. He didn't give two shits. Let it. There is no way he is leaving without his brother, even if Cas could find a way. No. Not happening. Without Sammy there was no life.

Dean almost didn't see it, the bright light that began to form behind him, growing larger as seconds go by. It was a portal. Cas had managed to open it after all. Too late he thought, Sam was gone. What was the point? "The point is that you have a chance to save other Worlds. Other Sam's. Yourself." Castiel had read his mind. Somethings never change, in any world he's found. "I'm not leaving Sammy." Cas walked in, full angel wings splayed in some kind of display that was lost on Dean. He could barely see through his tears and smoke anyway.

Feeling himself lifted to his feet, he looks at Cas. He knows he has to go. He's a damn fighter. A warrior. He had to wrap his head around leaving his brother first. Even the baddest mutherfucker in the world has to take a moment to process. He wished he had more time. Just another minute with his brother. Just one more goddamn minute! In a simultaneous moment of both the bunker being struck down in hail fire, Cas pushes Dean through the portal and all went quiet.

Covered in both his brothers and his own blood, he stands in the middle of nowhere, on another planet or verse of his own planet. It's dark and he hears the howl of the wolf in the distance. The stars shining and the breeze gentle like nothing bad in the whole damn universe could be wrong. But, that would be wrong. It's just a matter of time. Unless maybe, he can figure it all out. Again.

Stumbling in the dark, he doesn't not even try to wipe the blood off. No use in trying his cell phone. He just walks. He has no idea, Lucifer followed him. It's so far off of his radar that he can't even think to cover his tracks. He just keeps going. Thinking.

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Alastair: -Called into Lucifer's presence was always a chilling thrill ride because that lost angel was unpredictable as shooting stars. Standing crisp with arms behind my back looking on at the ruler of hell I waited, patiently but I waited. There were so many to torture and bestow my wickedness on that I felt as though I was letting my sinners down by not being there to make their experience in hell worthwhile. Lucifer got off his throne chair and walked over to a large cage that was covered by a blood-red velvet throw. "Alastair, for your unwavering work, I'm presenting you with a special toy, since you enjoyed the last one so much. And I want you to train this one to work for me, so hold nothing back and break this Winchester so that I can send him as my Trojan horse into the hunter's nest." A gasp of pure delight the demon's smile like that of a starving cat just before it pounces on the unsuspecting mouse.- It would be... my utmost pleasure my liege, Dean Winchester was my pride and joy. He has such potential that I dare say he was my greatest student of all time. I will take this endeavor and not fail you. -Lucifer yanks the velvet away to reveal the hunter inside the cage, shackled and naked. "Then he's yours to prepare. Take him away." With that Alastair jumped and kicked his heels together and began to sing as he made his way to the cage. "Heaven... I'm in heaven, And my heart beats so that I can hardly speak. And I seem to find the happiness I seek, When we're out together dancing cheek to cheek."

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Dean: -Shackled and halfway starved, Dean looks through the bars of the cage. His hands and feet shackled together and no room to move. His body feeling the ravishness of starvation and being crammed into such a small space. He didn’t flinch as the cover was removed from his small prison. He knew the cadence of Alastair’s voice before he even began to sing. They had met once in another dimension in another verse. Dark green eyes with flecks of gold looked on as he was wheeled through darkened hallways, screams piercing through the barely lit space. Hell. He was literally in Hell. No one to come for him. No one to look for him. Jaw clenched, he begins to already contemplate his escape.-

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Alastair: -Alastair paused as his new toy arrived, his smile was wide, baring white teeth.- Mmm... look at you Dean my boy, I know we're going to become such good friends. -Alastair gives the demons a look and they scurry away quickly closing the door behind them.- You look famished, how about a big, juicy steak and something to drink? Don't think of this as a bad thing Dean, no this is your opportunity to hone your skills. Broaden your horizons... -Opening the cage and steps back watching with pride.-

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Dean: Yeah? Well you can take your juicy steak and a drink and shove it where the sun don’t shine. I remember you from my own dimension or whatever you want to call it. -Dean steps from the cage, no shame being half starved and naked on his face. In fact, he lifts his chin in defiance. Yes, he broke once before and he still has to live with what he’d done every damn day since. He couldn’t stand to have to do it again.-

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Alastair: Ah that Winchester pride. Your Daddy had that kind of pride too. I think he was into pain, not many can withstand it long as he did. So you are going to go through this whole spill about being a Winchester blah, blah, blah. Force my hand to strip the skin right off that meat sack you're in and around and around we go? -Picking up a whip encrusted with diamond shards. Giving it a whirl.- This is gonna hurt me... well not really but you'll bleed a lot and we'll see how long you can go.

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#Reunited

Written by: @OfAGentleTouch & @JBFierceRival

Renesmee: It was strange and comforting all at the same time to be in Forks again. Renesmee had her mother with her, but her father and the rest of the family were not there. The splitting of her parents was something she still didn't fully understand, and it troubled her greatly. She chose to keep her emotions to herself, which she did often anyway. This included her thoughts and feelings about Jake. He was the comfort she knew was not to far away. He was either on the reservation or in town, or maybe even closer still. She had not spoken with him since all of the Cullens had left Forks. She had grown up since then, no longer a child. There was an empty place in her heart that she was always reminded of. She stepped outside the house and took the familiar steps along a path that had since been covered over by the lush forest. Whether he was nearby or not, he would find her.

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Jacob: -His shift had ended earlier and the sun was sinking on the horizon as he stood watching it from the cliff. There was gnawing in his gut he couldn't shake, pulling his shirt off and then the rest of his clothes laying them aside. Turning from the cliff he took off in a run and transformed in mid air paws hitting the ground he ran through the forest. Not sure where he was going but as he ate up the miles in full speed he knew. Something was on the air he hadn't smelt in so long but he knew it as well as he knew himself. Leaping over several logs and weaving through the trees he came to the edge of the property and slowed down and crept forward. Ears twitched to attention and keen eyes fell on the young woman whose scent undoubtedly brought him here. Paws leading him forward the wolf looked upon her knowing without a doubt who she was even though she didn't reasonable the child who'd been swept away. He didn't like Edward on any given day but he'd hated him for taking them so far away. Sniffing the air, he did smell the Cullen though so he ventured up to hair. Muzzle nuzzled her hand and he sat looking up at her.-

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#Frenzy

Written by @SadistMind

Jane: -#Heidi had been sent to lure tonight's meals back to the Volturi. The unsuspecting men and women came in droves each time she was sent. The hall was filled with the scent which Jane viewed more as cattle than anything else. Some Volturi truly enjoyed the feeding but she preferred her meal's blood to be pumping full of endorphins so she projected torture on the young man whom she had in her clutches. The image of a dungeon where he was nailed to a wooden post, blood oozing from his wounds as she took a blowtorch to his body watching the skin bubble as he screamed. His body twitched as he screamed out thinking he was being burnt alive, fangs bared she sank them deep draining him.-

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#WrongSideOfHeaven

❌Warning Wincest and Non-consensual sex etc. ❌

Written by: @DarkHunter_DW & DarkHunterSW

Dean: +Sitting in the hotel room I had rented, I thought about my journey. About how I found myself in a shallow grave, in the middle of nowhere. When I woke up, I was greeted by dirt, breathing that shit in was not fun. It was nothing compared to the fear that Sam found a way to bring me back. Or the haunted memories of the condemned screaming as the demons ripped them apart, literally. Honestly, I wasn't sure about anything really. Whether this was now my reality, or if this was another..."dream" of what I truly fucking wanted. However, Sam wasn't here, wasn't greeting me. In fact, I couldn't find my brother at all. After escaping the shallow grave, which I was not happy that Sam didn't fucking follow my request and burn my body, I trekked down the long street until I came across an empty as fuck gas station. The stench of rotting food, rotting corpses seared itself into my brain and I couldn't help but to gag at the mere thought of it. Everything, everyone, was destroyed around the gas station. When I attempted to call my brother, his number had been changed, and when I tried an old trick, it turned out empty. When I called Bobby, that was a well gestured fuck you. Scrubbing my face to shake off those dark thoughts, I got up to grab a shower until I figured out how to get ahold of Sam I had to know if ye was alive. I had to know he was okay.+

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Sam: -Sam stood over the lifeless bodies piled up on the floor, Ruby not far away. He'd killed them all, pissed no one would give up information on how to get Dean out of hell. He knew he couldn't fully trust Ruby and her version of the story about Lilith holding Dean's contract pushed him on to slaughter anyone who got in his way. Lately, though even Ruby seemed spooked over something she wouldn't comment on it he just caught her speaking to what he figured to be demons, and their expressions seemed forlorn at best. He was running out of options and Dean had been down there a fucking year. He was close to saying yes to agreeing to oversee the armies of hell overthrow Lilith and anything else he had to do. Washing blood from his hands Ruby came up to him and touched his shoulder. He stopped, his silence deafening.- "Sam, something's happened. We need to go to where Dean is buried, it could be a trap but something or someone has pulled him out of hell." -His head turned and his eyes grew wide, he'd needed a miracle and maybe this was it. Trap or not he was going. Walking past her he picked up his bag and headed to the car. He could be there in a few hours if he didn't dick around.-

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Dean: +Grabbing the laptop I stole from one of the corpses, it wasn't like he was going to need it anymore, I followed the lessons I was taught my geek of a brother to crack the password. While Sam was the computer nerd, I was the porn Master. Something was bugging me, and not that I could track my brother, although that was pissing me off, nor was it the burn mark of a hand on my flesh. No, it was something else. I checked out a few cases that Sam and I did, only to realize something. Every few cases, there was one that ended in a fucking tragedy. It was odd. I remembered the cases, I remembered the fucking fear that went through Sam and I. Fear of the possessions, the resentment when ghosts fueled us. My deepest darkest secret threatening to spill with the Djinn. It. Wasn't. Fucking. There.+ "What the fuck..."

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Sam: -He was close, he'd left Ruby behind telling her he had to do this alone even though she'd protested. All of a sudden it seemed like a storm rolling in, the sky was starting to turn black and lightning shot across the sky. He knew where he was supposed to go but he found himself turning off. Something was driving him to go elsewhere, he had this flash of Dean sitting at a laptop and they were both fucking terrified. He couldn't shake it so he drove till he pulled up by this time gale force winds has started up and hail the size of baseballs was coming down. He ducked up the roof and closed his eyes to concentrate on Dean, maybe he was finally losing his mind but whatever it was pushed him on and had him beating on the door of room 11.- DEAN! DEAN! LEMME IN!

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Dean: +I was so lost in the articles of the failed cases, unable to shake the unease that something major was coming. The pounding of the door caused me to jump, and it took me a few moments to recognize the voice that always made my heart jump into my throat. Jumping up, I walked, Okay. I ran to my door and threw it open to see a man I knew, but hardly recognized, Samuel Winchester stood before me. His body was bigger than I remembered.+ "Sam?" +I asked, my breath caught in my throat, until the sweet smell of perfume engulfed my senses, causing my blood simmer beneath my skin. I didn't want to know why jealousy was bubbling now after years of beating it down by endless bar fucks.+

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Sam: -Floored Sam stood stupified for a few then stepped in and embraced Dean holding him so tight.- Oh god, how the fuck did this happen?! -He wanted to just hold him forever but this knawing at his gut wouldn't let him.- We gotta go, something wrong. We need to get to Bobby's, I don't know how to explain or even if I could but something led me to you and that same thing is telling me we gotta run hard and fast as we can. -His hands were shaking he was petrified and not much scared Sam anymore.-

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Dean: +I held him tight, inhaling his masculine scent beneath the perfume scent and relished in it as it wrapped around my broken soul.+ "Yeah Sam..its me." +When he mentioned that urge, I nodded and grabbed my shit before motioning for him to go ahead of me.+ "We will catch up later and I will explain what happened when I woke up." +I promised.+

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Sam: -Sam hated to let go but something was coming he could feel it and whatever it was, wasn't good, getting into the Impala he fired it up waiting on Dean. Why he felt the need to run towards Bobby's he didn't know but shit was getting bad outside. Tree's were coming down and the sky looked worse if that was possible. Day was turning to pitch dark and he had no idea what it was. He checked his cell as he waited willing Dean to just hurry up but he noted he had no service.-

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Dean: +I was just out of the room when a tree collapsed on the roof of my room and my eyes widened. What the fuck?! That made me rush to my baby, yes I stopped and patted her hood, before getting in the passenger side and scowled at the ipod hooked up to the radio. I opened my mouth to bitch when I noticed movement outside my window and saw as someone else came out, only to get killed by a metal post.+ "Let's go Sam!"

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Sam: -He didn't have to tell him twice, tires squealed and rubber burned as the Impala sped off and got onto the highway.- What the hell is it a tornado? -Glances in the rearview nearly driving them off the road with what he saw.- Dean.... I don't think Bobby's gonna be able to save us or anyone... -The fear in his voice was real, a full-scale battle was going on behind them and it was angels on angels by the looks of it. What in the hell was going on?

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Dean: +I didn't respond. I didn't think I could. I was alive for 12 hours, and now I was about to die with my brother. Well, there was one sliver of good luck, in a twisted way. Sam and I together until the end of the world. I couldn't stop the laughter as it bubbled over the though.+ "Pull over Sam." +I whispered, if we were going to die by this war, then there was one regret I wasn't going to make again.+

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Sam: WHAT?! No. I'm getting us the fuck out of here now. We'll find somewhere, we have to. I didn't just get you back to fucking lose you again. -Punching the gas he looked up in the rearview and didn't see the thin strip of light in front of them by the time he did he couldn't avoid it. In a second they went through, Sam slamming the breaks on bracing for impact and was suddenly sliding sideways across the road but he immediately noticed things looked different. They were facing the way they'd come and there were no angels battling. The sun was out the sky was totally clear. Heart racing he looked over wide-eyed at Dean then back to the strip of light they'd gone through and just like that it was gone.-

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Dean: +I almost grabbed the wheel, almost. Especially when the lightening struck the road and we drove straight through it. My hand went to his thigh and I squeezed it hard as we spun around, closing my eyes tight, I said the only thing I could think of.+ "I love you Sam..." +There was no impact though. Just a nauseating feeling in the pit of my stomach for a brief moment before it disappeared. I opened my eyes to see how the weather shifted from a dangerous apocalyptic sky, to a crystal clear blue sky. What..the fuck?!+ "Sam..."

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Sam: -Sam's eyes were big as quarter dollars what the hell had that been? A horn sounded and Sam looked in the rearview a diesel was coming and he took his foot off the gas and spun tires, gaining speed he drove so they wouldn't be hit. He pulled off at where they'd started at the hotel. His hands shaking he shut the Impala off and looked over at Dean freaked out. Just thankful to be alive he suddenly hugged him.-

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Dean: +When he parked, I hugged him tight to me as he hugged me. By some fucking miracle we were alive, there was no destruction, no death. Shaking my head inwardly, I held him close.+ "I don't think we're in Kansas anymore Toto..." +I snickered.+

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to crash. After he stripped down to his boxers, which caused a stirring so strong in my gut that I looked away. Grabbing the keys, I gave my brother the most authentic smile I could muster, realizing he was already under the sheets with his eyes closed. Walking over, I placed a brotherly kiss on his forehead before jotting down a note that I left to get food for us, as well as new items we both were going to need.+ "I'll be back Sammy." +I whispered before I left to get into my baby. I sneered he way Sam treated my baby and threw his iPod on the back seat.+ "I said take care of her...not whore her up." +I growled to myself, but before I could pull out of the parking spot in front of our room, a dark voice that I've heard since I turned eighteen reared its ugly head, louder this time. Urging me to go back into the room and take what they thought was rightfully mine. Shaking my head, I pulled out and went to the closet electronics store with Sam's card since mine was probably expired, not to mention out of use, I got what we needed from there before going to the nearest gas station to grab perishables. It was when I walked down the isle of bathroom products that the voice reared once more at the sight of Lube.+ 'What's the harm of being prepared...' +It whispered. I had no intentions of getting it, I didn't crave sex. I didn't want anyone, ever again.+ 'Don't lie to me Dean...' The voice was right, I stopped lying to myself the moment those hell hounds were chewing me apart. I was irrevocably in love with one person who was forbidden.+ 'Is he Dean? Think about it...you were already in Hell once...and we both know you'll return...why be righteous?' +I hated when the demon on my shoulder was right. Why am I being righteous once again when there was no point? If there was a God...he abandoned us a long time ago when I traded my soul for Sam. Allister was in my head once again.+ "That's right Dean...give in. Feed that dark thist that slides in your veins..." +I grimaced at the thought before the image of the first soul I ripped apart on the same hook that I had been ripped apart on.

I grabbed the lube and pocketed it, careful of the cameras. Thievery was an art I had perfected when I was only the slender age of seven years. Lube, no condoms. I had no intentions of using it for anything but my palm. Hoping it would satisfy and shut the voice for now. However, I should have known better. When I got back to the Impala, the voices of the damned, mixed with the sultry voice of lust for the only family member I had left screamed in my head. Begging me to make it stop. Running my fingers through my hair, I clenched the strands tightly and screamed inside the car, glad I was alone as I tried to drown out the voices inside my soul. Or well, what soul I had left. I had a soul, didn't I? Turning on my radio, the first song that I heard was a song called 'Citizen Soldier' by Three Doors Down. It sealed my eternal road back down damnation. Visions of Sam being my Angel...I slammed my hand on the power button and drove in silence back to the shitty hotel room. Pulling up to the parking spot, the heaviness of lube was weighing down my jacket pocket, as my fingers touched the bottle, I lost all control of what I had done next, but I was able to witness ever second of the tortured pleasure.+ Outside of my conscious control.~ +Sliding out of the car, I grabbed the bags and took them into the room only to be greeted with a sight that sealed my darkened mind. The blanket was pulled down from his body, the outline of his length was pressed against his boxers twitching as mumbles of a name crept from his lips.

A name that seared through my veins as if it was hot coals.+ "Ruby..." +That stupid demonic bitch. Inhaling through my nose as my eyes stayed on my brother. His erection twitched once more as it filled with blood and dipped out of the slit, revealing itself for me. Without my consent, my hand slipped into my pocket and I grabbed the lubricant and peeled off the plastic as I dropped the bags on the floor, careful to not bust my purchases before walking over to my brother. A deep, sick twisted need filled me as I placed the lube on the table and stripped over my brother, watching him sleep. As my heart and my soul begged me to stop, I didn't as I grabbed the hem of his boxers and stripped them down off his hips carefully as if not to wake him. With him naked, I grabbed the bottle and snapped it open before letting it dribble down his cock before gripping the turgid flesh and began a slow stroke, using his body to determine how much I could do without him waking. I found that my brotger was lax on his sleep, and I couldn't help but to grin deviously at all the things I could, and would do with him in these states.

With my hand soaked in lube, I spread his thighs and lightly teased his balls. Ignoring the cries of the good big brother, I began to coax my brother into an orgasm by teasing his balls and stroking him making sure to alternate between the two. As come exploded from his tip, covering his abs, chest, neck and lip. I groaned as my dick begged, weeped for attention. A gleaming idea stirred in my head as I quickly made work of my own dick, I pointed it at the already there puddle, but changed my mind and aimed for his chest and neck, gripping the bed for support as my balls drawn up in a heated rush and I exploded over his chest, part of my come mixed with his, but the majority left its mark over his heart. My eyes slid closed as pleasure slithered through my veins like a snake in the water. Panting, I opened my eyes, a perverse pleasure claimed my heart as a bit of my come that clung to my tip dripped over on his lips and I grinned. Leaning down to whisper in his ear quietly.+ "Soon Sammy..." Waking an hour later.~ +I woke up in a rush of extreme case of guilt slapped me down to earth so hard, that I bounded off the bed and threw up violently into the bathroom toilet. What woke me was the sound of Sam screaming in replace of one of my usual victims. When I came out of the bathroom, I froze at the site before me. The bags that I evidently gotten were sorted and put away, even if I don't remember ever doing it. The new electronic technology was placed on the table for Sam, but that's not the site that had me wanting to race into the with another round of hugging the toilet bowl as memories crashed down into my mind. No, it was my naked brother covered in come. Two different places, with known knowledge there had to have been at least one other person with him. What nailed the coffin was the voice of my own personal demonic voice that had my best friend since my eighteenth birthday. It was a neon sign.+ 'That is your come Dean...your come that mixed and dried with

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#PrayingForAnotherChance

Written by @CarriesAColt & @SiennaLBlack

Dean: -Dean has been in some pretty tight places and bad situations in his life. Hell, in death too. If there is one thing he’s learned from all of it, it’s that life is short and everyone should have a place that makes them happy. It’s taken some time, but Dean Winchester has finally grown the fuck up. His happy place isn’t a place at all, but a person.

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to be specific. Pulling into another shitty motel, he kills the Impala’s engine and fishes out his cell phone. Her number committed to memory, he presses the numbers and waits for her to pick up, hoping she will.-

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#FallingIntoDarkness

Written by: @AngelicBoyscout & @FaithfultoBaby

Castiel: Then -Muted cries as the young woman was drug by the witches to the slab table and secured with leather restraints. Her tears and muffled pleas did nothing to stop the spell casting from happening. She would be their sacrifice to bring the leader they felt would be strong enough to lead them in the dark days ahead. Banished by treacherous followers many centuries ago Marie Laveau was trapped in Purgatory. Her powers stripped she was left to fend off the creatures within. The knife sliced into the radial veins as they began their ceremony. An aged spellbook before them the witches began the chant to open a portal and pull Laveau through. Normally they would have not been strong enough to accomplish such a task but with the veil weakened as it was from dimensions collapsing they felt they had a good chance. The young woman's blood flowed with each beat of her heart sending it along the etched out symbols near and as the spell began to work the blood began to fizzle and glow. The macabre chant caused the air to crackle and dark magic to open the portal, a spirit emerging in black form stood before them. Amberlynn stepped forward knowing she was making a sacrifice to give the witch her body and in a few moments, the black smoke entered the woman's body her eyes glowing a ethereal purple.- Now.....

had returned to the bunker to check on Dean even though the hunter refused to admit he needed or wanted to be /checked on/. Sam was diligent looking for a cure for Dean while the elder had seemed to have consigned himself to the curse. Coming down the staircase carrying food he'd hoped the hunter would eat he called out to him.- Dean?!

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Dean: Peachy [He wasn’t fine, he had tried to change a lot of things in his life to fight the mark but it had been a futile attempt, an idea to hang on to, a bad idea. Fooling himself hadn’t work, the mark was there, the need to kill crawling under his skim - literally. But he didn’t want to talk about that. The mark wouldn’t magically disappear he’d have to deal with it. Period]

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Castiel: Sarcasm, that's what humans call it correct? Maybe a hunt would help. -As much as Cas didn't want to accept Dean succumbing to this he was realistic.- There have been some reports of necromancy down in New Orleans and unexplained disappearances. I was about to go down there myself if you'd like to join me.

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Dean: [He looked up at you and scoffed] You found me a case? [He took a few seconds to think then got up] Fine, I have nothing to do here anyway, I can use the distraction. And it’s my job, isn’t it?

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Castiel: I wouldn't say it was for you, but yes there is a case that must be handled. You know Dean... maybe you should try something away from hunting awhile. Go drink some of those fruity drinks on a beach somewhere find a hot /babe/ as you call them? I can handle this and I mean it's worth a shot if a vacation could help you in some way?

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Dean: Hunters don’t go on vacations Cas, it’s not in the job description. I’ll go with you, his my running, it will relieve the stress. I’m gonna take the food to go, let’s go.

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Dean: Wow… You took me here for the festival? You really want me to have vacations that bad?

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Dean: Oh, yes sure… [Yes he had been side tracked by the people partying, the women in bikinis… and the women in bikinis…]

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Castiel: -Wasn't a few minutes till two pretty women wearing nothing but short skirts made eyes at the hunter. Their beads laying between their breasts. Beckoning him with a finger trying to draw him into the alley for some fun. Meanwhile Cas moved quickly through the graveyard but didn't find anything of importance or at least it seemed that way. He stopped to talk to the caretaker who was raking leaves.-

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Dean: [He sighed and shook his head] Listen man, I appreciate you want me to have fun and release the pressure a bit but I’m fit to work you know. So I’m coming with you. And then, maybe, I’ll get some fun.

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#ImSoAddicted

Written by: @BloodDemonSam @DeanWinchester_ @SanctifiedSword

Sam: •Home. Such a foreign word. It felt like years since home was possible. As Sam stood on the porch of the cabin. The ranch as far as the eye could see. Laying roots had once been a dream, but that dream went up in smoke. And now, the smoke was clearing, it was possible now, with his brother. But there was one thing, Sam’s addiction. Ten long years of drinking demon blood. It wasn’t easy to kick like the first time, that was hell. He didn’t know if it was even possible to get rid of it. Would it kill him? Hell he couldn’t even answer that himself. Rubbing his hand through his long hair, a dusting of facial hair graced his jaw. The itch to drink was always just below the surface. His demons waited in the shadows to pounce at a moments notice. Hell, he started to crave the screams of the demons. It was a feeling that made his whole body ripple. He licked his lips. Fuck, he pushed down the urge. The claws of his need dug and ripped deeper into him. Turning he marched back into the cabin. His hands shook at his sides. He felt like a thousand of fire ants crawled underneath his skin. Pain that he was gotten use to over the years. Licked like dance flames against his flesh. It was just the start. He could fight this off a little while longer. Pacing the length of the living room.

Shaking out his hands. Skin to tight, it felt like his flesh would split in two. Fisting his, hands at his sides. Panting and breathing hard, his chest rose and fell faster, teeth grinding together. Slowly, he started to count down from a hundred in his head. The urge was still there, but he fought through it. He would be worse, it was always. It grew and became unbearable. It wouldn’t be ignored. He needed to get his mind off it, as much as he could. Walking out of the cabin. One person came to mind. Colt, his brother. He walked across to the main house. Was it bad he needed his brother? He questioned himself, with his hands shoved into his pockets, head hanging down, his hair hang like a curtain over his face. Colt was his big brother and he was the only he trusted now. Was it selfish that he he was seeking him out? Maybe. But he couldn’t help himself. It had been him and Colt for so long. And he needed his brother. Sam’s life was crazy, spinning out of control like a Hurricane. Colt was his safe place. He made things clearer. The main house came into view. The tightness in his chest eased a little. Walking up the steps, each step felt like a relief. He could almost breath, almost. His heart pounded hard against his rib cage, like a horde of horses lived in his chest, as he raised his shaking fist and knocked on the door. His brother was just beyond the door. He looked like death warmed over. Deep dark circles lined under his eyes, like he hadn’t slept in days or weeks. It wasn’t something he could hide. Letting his hand fall he shoved back into the pocket of his jeans. His flesh drawn tight and a light sheen of sweat covered him. His shirt clung to him a little. He needed to get his shit together, to stop thinking about the need that never truly went away. He leaned against the beams of the porch. Mind racing with a thousands of thoughts. He couldn’t make sense of it anymore. He just needed his brother to make a little clearer. To reach out his hand and let Sam grip it a little. His brother would make it better. He always did, it was who his brother was. He leaned on Colt all through their life. Blowing out a slow breath. It would ok, yes, it would all be ok. It had to be.•

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Colt: -Colt didn’t really sleep much nowadays. The mark saw to that but he tried to remain the same as always. Like now he laid here holding Ethan against him through the night. The angel emitted this peace or atleast that’s what Colt felt. His senses were keenly aware now, so much beyond what a normal hunter could detect. The minute Sam got close he could feel it, Sam’s heartbeat was faster than normal and his breathing was shallow. Colt kissed Ethan’s head and gently eased himself out from under the gorgeous angel. Nude he stood and grabbed his Levi’s pulling them on and buttoning up. Barefoot and shirtless he walked out of the room and disappeared using his abilities. He reappeared behind Sam. Voice low and husky.- Sammy, what is it?

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Sam: •His voice, washed over him, making his whole body shiver. Pushing off the beam he leaned against. He turned to face his brother. Sam knew what his blood tasted like. It was like the sweetest most forbidden fruit, there was no escape from needed it or wanting it. His addiction roared to life. It was all he could hear. Everything was so clear as he locked eyes with his brother. The smoke of the thousands thoughts cleared. He took a step forward. His voice pitched low and deep.* Colt.. *he sounded like he swallowed gravel. His hands pulled from the pockets of his jeans.* …I need.. *he licked his lips, he was fighting so hard, not to grab him and fed.* ..it’s bad. *he stalked a bit closer, but made himself stop. Eyes flickering to the pulse of his neck. The beat of his heart steady and strong under his flesh. He extend his hand, but then let it drop to his side. Shaking out his hand out. Tearing his eyes away from his pulse. He locked his own gaze with Colt’s.• I’m hungry, so damn hungry. •he didn’t realize his feet carried him the rest of the way to Colt. His forehead falling to his shoulder. His body shook, as he tried to breath.• I’m trying, brother, I really am. •he felt weak, but he needed his brother.• Just..to take the edge off.

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Colt: -It broke Colt’s heart to see Sam like this. As he’d turned around he looked like death warmed over. Up close he could see the dark spots under his eyes and how pale an gaunt he looked. He’d been so wrapped up in everything else he hadn’t been looking over him properly. He bent down and picked Sam up into his arms and a split second transported them to one of the spare bedroom’s. Gently he laid Sam down.- You got a knife on you?

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Sam: •He felt himself lifted. The voices started to whisper in his mind. The demons clawed at the tissue of his mind. Gripping Colt, like he was his lifeline, because he was. Blunt nails, pressed into the flesh and muscle of his brothers upper back. Squeezing his eyes shut, trying push the voices of the demons from his mind. He couldn’t feel the softness of the bed underneath him. Panting, his breath coming out rapid through gritted teeth. Wild eyes landing on his brother. His vision tunneled, the only thing he could see was his brother. As shadows danced at the edges of Colt. It fucking scared him. He thought the shadows would rip him away from Sam. His mouth moved, barely he caught what he asked of Sam. He nodded as best he could. Pushing onto his side, he dug into his pocket, gripping the pocket knife, pulling it out after a couple tries. He handed it to him. Fingers digging into the covers of the bed, balling to the point that his knuckles turned white. Eyes flickering across the room. The shadows taking form. Black soulless eyes of his family formed around Colt. Sam was slipping even deeper into his delusion. That his mind created, his own personal hell. Their stepped up behind Colt. His heart knew it wasn’t real, but his mind was a whole other story. Their dad twirled a knife in his hand. Then he spoke, but it wasn’t their dad’s voice. ‘What do you think Sammy, he would look good with a nice wide gash along his neck huh? From one ear to ear.’ Sam growled, eyes fixed to just over Colt’s shoulder, the words forced through his teeth, spit flew to down along his chin.• Don’t fucking touching him! •he would kill anyone, even their dad, before he let them harm his brother.• You touch him, I’ll rip your heart out. •his voice deadly. As his body writhed on the bed.•

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Colt: -Eyes fell on the man lying there and it was clear Sam wasn't completely with him anymore. He'd seen guys lose it in combat situations or go down from dehydration and this presented some of the signs and symptoms. He was delirious for sure, he hated that Sam was strung out on demon blood and he hated, even more, he was about to become the supplier of said addiction. He looked down at the knife in Sammy's hand and his stomach turned over. A vivid memory of the past, Colt had been lost so very lost and he'd let people cut him. Do shit that was so fucked up he wouldn't verbalize it ever. He took the knife while trying to calm Sam.- "Easy Sammy, you're not well. Hang in there I'm going to see what I can do to fix this..." -He hadn't broken his promise to Ethan even after all these years and he reasoned what he was about to do wasn't anything close to what their promise had been about so long ago. He'd be gaining no pleasure from this. Opening the knife, the light glinted off the blade before he put it to his palm and cut into the skin. Warm blood began immediately flowing and he lifted it to Sam's lips. He'd find a way to get Sam off this shit and he wouldn't stop till he did.-

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Sam: •He watched in the horror of his delusion, as their dad slowly placed the the knife against Colt’s neck. A sick smirk spreads across John’s lips, as a laugh that chilled him to his very bones. The blade slid with ease across Colt’s throat. He roared, like a man possessed.• You motherfucker! I’m going to rip you limb from limb! •blood flowed down Colt’s neck, covering his chest and stomach.• I’m going to make you fucking watch as I eat your heart!! You killed my brother! You fucker! •His body bowed off the bed. Pain licked at his body, like a flame from hell.• Colt!! •he screamed his named. Eyes blazing as they landed on Colt, his mouth was moving. He was saying something. He sounded like he was under water. He fought to try and understand. But it was like moving through quick sand. Each time he moves, he was just sucked back down. His heart had kicked up, it felt like he was having a damn heart attack. But he fought to grip onto his words. They were the melody that sang to him to hold on just a bit longer. It would all be better soon. The scent of his blood filled his nose. The first few drops, dripped to his lips. Like a man that had been in the desert, his tongue whipped out. Lapping out what he could. It was like sweet nectar. As fast as his body would allow him to.

He reached up, gripping his arm like a man drowning. Pulling his palm to his lips. Sealing around the wound, he drunk deeply. His blood flowed into his mouth, coating his tongue and throat. He groaned, fuck, he tasted so damn good. The pain slowly receded, the shadows and voices were just that, shadows. His brothers blood, started to warm his body. He started to relax, his body was coming alive. But a pang of guilt nicked at his heart. Tears slowly tracked out of the corners of his eyes. His brother was saving him once again. Sam, had tried to save his self. And now he had dragged his brother into his mess. A whimper crawled up his throat. His brother had always made him stronger. And now, he was again. He lapped at the wound in his palm, sucking getting every drop that he could. He didn’t want to lose a drop. It would be a waste. His blood made his own blood hum and thrum with power and life. His mind clearing of the deep madness he was stuck in. Slowly, he lifted his eyes, locking on Colt’s. Once where they were cloudy, they started to clear. So many emotions flickered through his eyes. Never staying on one long enough to tell what it was. He knew he asked a lot of his big brother. And this had to weigh heavy on him. It did the first time. He let Colt see him, the raw emotions. Speaking with eyes, he thanked him, he loved him for all he did. He told of how scared this made him. Sam, made have had looked weak by this. Colt understood him better then anyone else.•

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Colt: -Colt knew a lot of people but few /knew/ him. Whether lack of interest or him being guarded it kept people at bay. So much had happened in his life, chipped away at him and making him the guy he was. Colt many years ago had watched his brother deteriorate slowly. Sam had been extremely co-dependent to the point Colt never left his side. Until one day he had, a vampire had grabbed Sam up and had tortured him badly. By the time Colt had gotten to him Sam had snapped. He was suicidal. Colt had gotten him out of that situation and tried his best to bring Sam into the world show him there was so much to keep fighting for but Sam didn't want to live anymore. Colt tracked the vampire down and tortured him. Then he poured gasoline on him and cabin they were in. Colt has lost his will to live and longed for some peace so he lit his zippo and dropped it on the trail of gasoline. Flames erupted and he just stood there waiting to burn.

The heat scored his skin, the air. The flames burnt his throat and he felt it was time to go. Screams of pain erupted from both he and the vampire. But it wasn't pain that made Colt rethink his decision it was guilt. Guilt leaving Sammy to his own devices so he fought his way out of the burning building and collapsed on the ground breathing his last breath when he began to pray. That day the miracle that had saved his life was none other than Ethan. Colt had more than one reason to live now but Sam ended up killing himself and it plunged Colt into a darkness that lasted many years.

He understood pain, dependency and hopelessness very well. A year ago he'd watched as another brother Sam refused to live without and shot himself so he knows guilt too. For all the love and joy he's gotten from getting to know his twins, become a grandfather he feels personally responsible for two deaths. So his heart was breaking all over again seeing Sam like this.-

I got you Sammy, won't let you go. We're going to bear this together and one day you're going to be alright and not need this. You're going to grow old, have a family of your own. -Colt leaned forward and kissed his forehead accepting his responsibility as his brother.-

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#Emergence

Written by: @DemonHunterDW , @SaladAndBullets & @DeanWinchester_

Whistler, British Columbia 50.1163° N, 122.9574° W

Homer: Then............ "Devon!!" -Standing at the bottom of the staircase she yells again.- "Devon, turn the tv off and go to bed you have school tomorrow! Don't make me come up there!" -Eyes glued to his tv as the machete comes down and blood goes everywhere. Scared shitless until he hears his mother yelling at him.- "Okay Mom!" -Scrambles off his bed and turned the television off and gets into bed so scared by what he saw turns the lights on in his bedroom and falls asleep.- Now........... -Dean walked into the headquarters office and immediately felt out of place. So... this was how the other half hunted. Jo sang their praises but he'd never had any dealings with anyone much. Oddly people started waving and saying good morning. He deduced they thought he was someone else because he knew none of these people. Going to the front desk he spoke to the guy behind the counter.- "Hey man I'm looking for the briefing room, meeting Sam Winchester..." -The guy stopped him by holding up his hand and Dean frowned not knowing what to make of this shit. He'd been called saying they had a situation that he might be able to help with. A couple of big dudes came up and all he got was a "I'll show you to the debriefing room." Dean went along but he didn't like it and he felt out of control which wasn't a feeling he relished. Riding up the elevator he tried to joke with the guys but they acted like they had a stick up their asses. Shaking his head he gave up and the doors opened.- "First room on your right Sir. Sam Winchester should be waiting for you." -Dean walked out of the elevator and looked back at them.- "You two need a night off and some fun." -That pulled a laugh from the younger one and he grinned back at Dean as the doors shut. Walking down the to the room he opened the door and walked in.- "Well hey there Sammy. I'd say let's get a beer but I'm figuring this isn't a drinking call."

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Sam: -Sam had gotten a phone call from someone he didn’t know, requesting his presence and assistance. He was going to say no, but they had said Dean would be joining them. He was more curious than anything so he went. Imagine his surprise when he was greeted at the airport by a limo and driver. Well, at least whoever wanted to speak with him had some money. Maybe he could get a few bucks out of the deal. Funds were running low. He felt like he’d been sitting in a big ass conference room for hours when his brother finally walked in. Standing, he walks a few steps towards him, a smile on his face.- Hi, Dean. Yes, I get the same feeling. I could use a beer now more than ever though. -reaches to hug his older brother- You know what these people want with us?

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Homer: -Jo had told him there were multiples of the whole family coming in through the rifts but to see a guy who for all purposes looked and talked just like his Sammy. He hugged him kinda stunned.- I figure it's a case but my dealings with Blackwater haven't been much. Jo usually handles things dealing with the actual office I just show up and hunt. -Can't help but stare at Sam.- Damn, did you come through a rift too? I'm a little lost on who's who around here. My nickname is Homer. -Laughs- Little joke with Jo one day and it stuck.

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Sam: -Sam stood there almost lost in his own world for a second trying to piece it all together.- Yeah, about a year ago. First time I’ve seen anyone who…you know, looked like my brother. Sorry, just I miss him. -He looks away for a moment taking his previous seat, not wanting him to see how it affected him.- Homer? Yeah, I don’t know if I can do that. -chuckles a bit, before he eases back in his seat- Did you say, Jo? She’s alive and here? I didn’t see that one coming. -Sam had done his due diligence and had googled and researched this Blackwater, and he had come up with several business and holdings the company had. Seemed like a front to him.-

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Homer: Ohh she's alive and well for damn sure. -Laughs.- Handful, never piss her off, tiny or not she's got one hell of a right hook. I'm not sure I'm the one to explain things but -Hearing voices he turns and motions his head towards the golden boy coming down the hall wearing a suit.- But that guy wearing the monkey suit can explain.

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Sam: Yeah, hope I see her. Are you…married? -Sam never though he’d ever ask that of Dean. Most likely he never would of with his true brother. Damn, this isn’t easy for him. He’s keeping an open mind. He watches a blurry image of a man in a suit approach the conference room door. The glass has a frost over it for privacy and suddenly he feels overwhelmed. He reaches for a pitcher of water and a glass on the table in front of him filling it up.-

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Homer: -Watching Sammy he could feel the drop in mood from him and wondered what had him sad all a sudden.- Not yet, we're dating. -Looks over at the door as @DeanWinchester_

walked in.-

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Colt: -Colt didn't like the office much but every now and then he had to show up kinda like proof of life. But what had him here today was Homer and the new Sam. He whispered to his secretary to order some food just in case and since Dean was standing he walked over to him first, the the resemblance was like a mirror image except that Colt was a little bulkier from weight lifting. Wearing a black suit he looked pretty sharp today. His hazel eyes moved from one to other as he shook Homer's hand.- It's good to finally meet you, I apologize for not reaching out sooner but I've kinda had a full plate. Surprised I know my own name. -Walking over to Sammy he smiled.- You didn't have the normal welcome wagon show up. For that I'm sorry, the rifts are unpredictable, by the time we got there you were gone. Took some work to find you but here you are. -Offers his hand to Sammy.- Obviously, I'm one of many Dean Winchester's to now reside in this world. I got here around twenty years ago. I brought you guys here because I wanted to explain what we do and what we are really about and then I want to bring you in on it.

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Homer: -Shakes Colt's hand and keeps standing as he watched the polished Winchester move over to Sammy. Relaxed his armed crossed over his chest. This guy was Jo's "best friend" which being a guy he'd be jealous but turns out the golden boy was gay or supposed to be. That much he knew from gossip but regardless he'd made a name for himself being one badass mutherfucker. So Dean was a little curious to see what made this one tick since it was an alter of himself.-

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Sam: -Standing, Sam does his best to keep his jaw off the floor as yet another image of his brother walked in. Shaking his hand, he looks a split second between the two. Twenty years? No way was he finding his way back home.- I’m all ears. -Truth is he’s more full of questions than than patience, but after shaking hands he takes his seat again.- Now I see why you go by Homer. -laughs lightly-

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Colt: I go by Colt. So... probably have a lot of questions. I know I would. -Firm shake after letting go he takes off his suit jacket and tosses it on the table walking over to the mini frig and grabs three beers coming back he hands them each one and sits loosening his tie.- So I'll make this quick as I can. We aren't certain what's causing the rifts or who's doing it. Rumors are Lucifer and Michael are out to hurt Daddy and killing worlds to do it, maybe even found a way to harness some of that power. We haven't found a way to create one and of course that means we got no solid way to send you guys home. -Twists the cap off his beer.- You guys have every right to walk out the door and go live out your lives and I'll respect that if that's what you choose, but all I ask is for you to hear me out before you make a choice.

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#reunion

Written by @MidnightRiderDW @King_D_Crowley and @SammyWDSM

Sammy -Hey Bro, it been a long time since I've seen you Midnight. When did my bro get so many clones? Just working out my life here in this world. What's happening with you? With the mention and appearance of @King_D_Crowley on my brother's shoulder.

Midnight - Thru that rift. More importantly, where the hell have you been?

-Midnight looks back seeing Crowley behind him. He rolls his eyes looking back at his brother and shrugs.-

He's like a bad cold, annoying and hard to get rid of.

Crowley - And still you called me to find a way to get to your Moose.

I feel so used right now. [He sighed loudly]

Sammy - [ Sam stood tall looking over at his brother and Crowley]

Just one day you were right here next to me and the next you were gone, Dean. What happened to you. I've looked for you for months. Just to find you here with no word. Me my life is just peachy Dean.

- Shaking his head at the thought of losing you for good. Stepping away from his brother when he could smell the pastries and coffee. His stomach was grumbling moving over to pick up a glass and filling it with Milk. When he turned to see a face he knows but was different from the one from In his world. -

What's there a Crowley on this world too? Does he follow you everywhere Dean, Like a little puppy dog?

Midnight - Midnight rolls his eyes looking back at Crowley.-

You say you feel so used hm? Funny cuz when I called you your ass was here in seconds.

-Running his fingers thru his hair Dean shakes his head. Does Sam honestly think he didn't do or wasn't still doing anything and everything in his power, and even not within his power to get him here. Now it's Dean who has a look of hurt in his eyes.-

Seriously? You're fuckin' with me right now, right? You don't think I haven't been lookin' for a way to get you here? You think I planned on coming here, leaving you behind? I called this ass for help, that should tell you how damn desperate I've been. I was driving, one second I'm looking out at a sunset next I'm being sucked thru this damn rift and I couldn't stop it. Oh, and FYI, you're not the only Sam Winchester in this world.

Crowley - [Winchesters drama would always be Winchesters drama. A broken record. Getting in the middle of it wouldn't do him any good but he made a mental note to remind Dean he was no ass later]

Sammy - Sam took a drink of his milk downing it in one. Listening to Dean talking. Swiping his mouth with his sleeve before talking.

“Yeah yeah, right now I don't know what to believe Because all I know you had left, I was hoping for some kind of sign and something but there was nothing. Dean his kind in Crowley took over our world, with the hunter's numbers were limited. The months had passed when I found my way to a strange lighting storm, When everyone was dead or gone Dean, I even thought you were dead Dean. It took everything of me to leave our world. To the unknowing to what or where I was going. Now I find you here with you murdering arse friend in Crowley beside you. Did you make a deal with him? “

-He watched his brother closely. Moving his eyes in the direction of Crowley. -

“I should have known you would crawl your way into being in Dean's good graces and life again. Wishful thinking Dean, there would be a world without your bromance Crowley following your ass. Just look at him always keeping an eye on you as normal. What do you mean there's are more Sams here too? what is this world, that you seem to call home. Clone’s world? “

Midnight - Jake and Cowboy who literally saved my sanity, saved me so hate me all you want but don't you dare accuse me of leaving you behind on purpose.

Crowley - [Ok he was fed up of all this]

ENOUGH BOYS!

First Dean stop calling me an ass, I’ve been kind enough to help, AGAIN, I’ve answered when you called, AGAIN.

As for you Moose, don’t ct like a child, do you think Dean wouldn’t have looked for you? Where has your brain gone? He’d blow up the moon for you and you know it.

You don’t like me, good, I don’t like you either but can you for one second just ask the right questions?

What caused that rift? Why, who and where, and who do you have to pay a visit to so it will never happen AGAIN!

Sammy - Just them with Crowley and his empty threats that Sam never took seriously at first.

Dean, I never received anything message from you. All I know you were out in baby and you never came back home, You were gone.

*He shrugs his shoulders not knowing how a better way to Answer Dean question about him leaving him behind. Without being an ass*

Sam was just going on his facts of the truth over the past year. Sam had many questions about Dean life here. Who was this Cowboy and Jake he spoke of?

*Sam stepped back and listened to Crowley putting

His two cents in. Raising an eyebrow to him*

"You are an ass, Crowley, you will never change always looking after number one. What were you hoping to get from Dean if you managed to help him? Answer me this Crowley. " He asked.

He wasn't wrong about me not likely him as he was one of my least favourite people in any world as he wanted to find a way to get rid of Crowley for good.

Sam never knew anything about this rift until he had reached it. Dean seemed to know everything as it seems to me what Dean is saying we aren't the only ones that came through this? Does this world want to keep this rift open for more people to come through Dean?

Midnight - -Midnight first turns and looks at Crowley, the Demon of Hell being the logical one and actually what he's saying, or rather ranting about is true. He rubs the back of his neck.-

Thank you Dr Lecter

-He puts his focus back on his brother.-

The call must've not gone thru, Sam I was literally driving down the street tapping my fingers to Highway to Hell, go figure, anyway within a split second Sam it just appeared. I felt it drawing me in, i grabbed my cell and called you but it sucked me in and before i could even blink i was thru it. I swear to you the second i seen it i tried to call you, Sammy. As far as the rift and Blackwater go, they have been trying to find a way to close that decades. Sam, Colt and Jake have been here for over 20 years. That's how long it's been open that we know of, it could be longer.

-Sighing Dean rubs the back of his neck.-

There is no way to close it, there is no way to turn it around. It's always being monitored in case something that shouldn't come thru comes thru but closing it just isn't possible. Now, instead of fighting, will you com'er for a second?

Sammy - -Sam stood head over his brother, watching and reading his body language listening to him talking. He listened to everything Dean was saying some of it may be right. His expression on Dean's face wasn't a lie as he knew his brother better than himself at times. When he relaxed a little knowing the elephant in the room was still here in Crowley. -

I don't know anything about this rift in our world. As you said it pulled you in Dean? The rift was on the top of the cliffs just outside of Oregan, as I looked night and day between every high and low ground looking for you. Damn Dean even in every little dive Pub and fast food place for you. Now I found you just sitting here with a whole new life.

-Sam walked past

Dean glares a look in the direction of Crowley before turning back to Dean gather his thoughts-

there are others from a different world here too? There are multi Winchester's here too. Who is this Colt? Twenty years. Are you positive there is no way back to try and save some of our worlds? I don't know if I can accept giving up. Looks right now what you are saying I don't have a choice.

Crowley - If I may darlings, let me give you my two cents on this.

[He noticed how Sam looked at him, he was more than unwelcome but he didn’t care, he wasn’t here to be loved, he was here because he was fucking Crowley]

Are you even one bit accounted with the parallel universes theory? Sam… you must know about that. Every choice yo make open a fork, you pick one road but the other one stays open and there’s a parallel universe when you’ve chose the other path. That creates a zillion of different universes where you could be someone or something else… Seem like it’s no that much of a theory for you’ve been in different universes with many other Sams and Deans making different choices.

Midnight -Dean rubs his hand down his face. He can imagine was his brother is thinking seeing him in the new life. He's now married, for all intent and purpose, to two guys, opening a brewery, working at a company called Blackwater, but what he doesn't seem to understand is the fact that he's been here for over a year.

He's settled into life but not a day or a minute in a day has he not thought of Sam, not a day he hasn't worked on trying to get him here, or reverse that rift which is completely impossible.

The eldest hunter looks over at Crowley, actually, what he says makes sense.-

First off, I haven't 'Settled' into life without you, Sam, and second, what ass here -He looks at Crowley- says has a lot of value behind it. We can fight about 5his till the day we die but the facts are this, I got sucked into that rift, I couldn't get back, I've never stopped trying to get to you, yeah I've made a life here but it's been over a year Sam, and that doesn't mean I've been happy without you here.

As far as the other...us...'es or whatever, yeah there are. We're working on figuring the reason behind this but I can assure you, we sure could use that genius brain of yours. As for Crowley, no, I'm not making any kind of deals with him, believe or not, he's actually been helpful in the task of trying to get to you.

-Dean turns to Crowley.-

And don't say anything smart assed either.

Sammy - *Sam looked over to the small demon in the room with his eyes rolled back and forth. Typically Crowley always got something to say. Two cents. Knowing this might cost Dean and himself more If I needed to listen to this I need a stronger drink than Milk. *

Where is the booze in this place Dean, I know I'm not talking for the both of us, with you having a brewery now. I haven't had a decent

drink in ages?

*Looking back at Crowley*

What is this Mr helpful information Crowley trying to give us the in and out of the universe to suck up until you get whatever it is you want. Crowley answer me this What are you after?

*Sam moved around the room trying to find some beers*

Dean and Sam haven't seen each other for over a year and the Dean standing in front of him was certainly different from the one he was with a year ago plus. Maybe this world might not be as bad after all after a few characters were dealing with, especially one in black coat standing not too far away. Sam was intrigued over this black waters, Sam never thought he or Dean would settle down but Dean has found his place here with two others and a business. Sam had a dream like a zillion years ago not being in the life. This was the life he knew and he wouldn't change to what he is.

Sam found two beers. Picking up two bottles and taking the lid off them and passing one to Dean and the other to himself. Clink his beer against Dean's bottle. *

To Living your dream, Dean. Sorry, Crowley next time I’ll get you one. When you aren't sniffing around Dean so much.

Dean, what is the gig like here with hunters like us? Are you still hunting as much as you being a business and that now? I would like to get on this rift thing. Can you pull some strings for me, like old times.

*Sam jumped up on the tabletop and sat taking a swig of his beer*

Crowley - [Every question you asked seemed to need no answers, you had always disliked him, but it was worst now. Whatever he’d say you wouldn’t listen… he had offered the best of explanation and you didn’t even listen. You didn’t want to think, you just wanted your brother back, brother who had a life now and a good one… and it was really hard for you. Dear dear Sam… whining Sam…]

Midnight- I'll call up Colt and let him know you came thru and that you want in with all this.

-Looking over at Crowley Dean sighs.-

Don't be pissed at Crowley Sam, he hasn't asked for anything in return for his help.

Crowley - [Indeed he hadn’t asked for anything in return and oddly enough didn’t intend to. He had a soft spot for Dean, he was a determined man, clever sometimes, wild pretty much all the time… well, he liked him, and without Sam around he had been pretty glad to be treated as a friend It’s not as if he had many… or at all. So yeah he hanged around more than he should, but never had he been what Sam remembered he was… oh he was a demon alright, did his demon stuff and wasn’t a boy scout… but to Dean,

he was as good a friend he could be. With you the younger Winchester back on the map he sort of feared he’d lose that]

Midnight - -Dean plops down in a chair looking between Crowley and his brother. Extremely grateful that he is here. He knows he has to figure a way to let Sam know Crowley is no longer a threat to them of any kind. Of course thinking this and proving this is two different things.-

Sam trust me when i tell you he isn't the same ass he used to be. I'm not tell you that you should or need to trust him but what i am telling you is that i do.

trust me when i tell you he isn't the same ass he used to be. I'm not tell you that you should or need to trust him but what i am telling you is that i do.

* Sam embraced his brother with a big hug before letting go*

I'm Sorry Dean for jumping down your throat over when I thought you forgot about me. Can we just move on and get back to being brothers somehow, with this new life you have here. You look happy here. like being back home. I would like that very much to get back on the road and get working on the rift thing and saving people. Our family business.

*Sam rolled his eyes at Crowley with the whiny Sam comment as he took another gulp of his beer. *

The demon wasn't doing himself any favors to get on Sam’s good side. Indeed he didn't trust Crowley as he wanted to find a way to kill him once and for all, because a lot had happened in his world after Dean fell into this world. No way Sam wasn't ever going to let it go, he was unsure if this if this was the Crowley from this world or his, but he wasn't going to let his guard down. Indeed Sam wanted his brother back as he was the only family he had not like Crowley had any family, more likes slaves.

* in the past few months Sam even came across a red-haired witch in Rowena who was Crowley's mother and she never wanted him. They were just the same always after number one. When he study and learned all about Cowley and everything he had done in the past. Looking over to Dean, he didn't say a word over the full subject of Crowley, to Dean Over the new concerns with Him and his mother. There might be a soft spot in Crowley as somehow Dean had Crowley under his little finger. *Letting out a small smirk as he pulled up a seat to sit next to Dean. *

he hasn't asked anything at all from you Dean, What’s your secret?

Midnight- To me how you got thru that rift. Maybe if we can figure out how it's working, we can figure out why it's happening. Oh, and here, they call me Midnight. Easier to keep track of all of us Dean's.

Crowley -[The brothers needed time to bond again. Dean had pleaded Crowley’s case pretty well and more than enough for now. The “talking too much, I love the sound of my own voice” demon knew when to shut up and now was the time to close his mouth. It didn’t mean he’d leave them be, he had every intention to be there, with them. He’d act like a man trying to tame a wild animal, being around, letting them come closer and closer with time. Sam was that wild animal. He could be patient from time to time. And… he had Dean on his side. That “rift situation” would have to be investigated though, it was a real problem]

Sammy - Sam took another swig of his beer. With one of his feet resting over the other knee. Scratching his knee over what Dean was saying about the full relationship with the slimy Crowley. Indeed Sam never wanted to hurt Dean but to protect him over the things he had learned over the past year. Right now he would brush over the crumbs over the idea of Crowley has now changed. He would always keep an eye on him for the sake of his brother. Turning back to look over to midnight a name that would certainly different to him as Dean was just Dean to him but with many clones of his older brother. He would try to remember that. Making a mental note of the Deans that his brother had told him already in. One called Colt, cowboy, and his brother. That's not too many to list three he thought. -

Cheers Dean would be good to get working in the family business.

-Resting his beer on his groin and he stretches out his long arms to lift the cuff on his flannel shirt. Rolling up the cuffs to under his elbow. -

For me to get here, your car had a flat tyre in oregan. When I was on a hunt for one of the horsemen. War had set our world to make the humans fight with each other when they were killing each other thinking some were demons. *Sam looked over at Crowley and then back to his brother before continuing * In the last town over. I was following in his tracks when this storm came out of nowhere with the lightning strikes were certainly unusual for sure. I don't know what it was was make me go and have a look after I managed to change the tyre of when you taught me how. After getting back on the road I follow the strikes always beginning release from one spot over the cliffs. In the wake of the storm hitting some homes and destroying buildings, I made my way up to the top of the cliffs, and there it was. It's only lighting bubbles sending small waves every minute. I took some time to leave baby as I was working Pattern of the strike when some were violent and some weren't. After I found the perfect pattern I step out of baby with my bag on my shoulder after trying to send you one last message to where I was and I am across the lightning thing. I made myself towards it and now I landed here. In this city feeling lost. To know where I was. Now everyone and everything feels normal here. With your new friends too in a Crowley too. Is there anything else changed in your life here Dean? *Crowley was very quietly as Sam rambled on* Are any of the horsemen here? I would like to try and settle a score with war someday too.

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#YourFriendlySup

Written by @NiaViloria & @HomelanderDSM

Nia: -She wasn’t sure what to think about Butcher, he was intense, to say the least, but then again the files she’d read on him were pretty point-blank on things. But he’d managed to get his entourage to accomplish some pretty awesome things considering he wasn’t given a whole lot to work from. She looking through the files again to the picture of Stormfront after @HomelanderDSM‘s kid got done with her. It was scary, Homelander was enough to fear but a child that had more power than him? She wondered if @BeccaButcherDSM could keep their son under control or not. There were rumors emerging of another sup being brought out of wherever they kept them... @SoldierBoy_21 was he a myth? Or was he real? Her head began to heard and she massaged her temples. If there really was another hidden sup she’d hoped he was think about.-

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Homelander: Homelander was doing a fly by when stopped by the little coffee shop that owned by Nia. He wasn't after a coffee but was intrigued by the brunette. The brunette had become on his radar after their last meeting. To what was she after as he had heard some things about her. Was she just a fan of his. Or something more. Maybe a one on one conversation might help her to become more of a mutual understanding. As she had jumped the last time they met. When he opened the door to her little coffee shop “Hello Nia” offering his killer smile to her.

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Nia: -She looked up and several patrons bounded up asking for autographs. But she composed herself and nodded towards him. “Homelander. This is unexpected.”

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Homelander: -He grins at his fans surrounds him and quickly posed and signed their autographs before moving towards Nia. - that's the thing about me. I can come anywhere at a minute notice. I was in the neighbourhood and thought I would pop by for some warm milk. I see you are quite busy?

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Nia: -She tried her best to remain calm but her heart was racing and not because she was attracted. No, he scared the hell out of her and she'd seen the photos of some of his victims. Forcing a smile.- We do stay busy but I think your presence just upped our usual crowd. -Gesturing towards the crowd that was gathering outside and the phone's snapping pictures and videos of him.-

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Homelander: *He offers a smile to her. I don't know what it was about her but he was interested in finding out about this little brunette* I hope you are okay with all this happening here. I hope this won't put you off with all the fans surrounding your business. What can I say I'm a popular guy that likes to help people. How can I Miss Viloria, maybe take some of those hot drinks over to those tables you are busy making? -He turned to wave to fans through the windows-

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Nia: -Brow arches completely stunned.- You... you want to waitress? I'm sure the fans would love it but I wouldn't expect you to do that.

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Homelander: - He gives her a cheerful grin - Yeah why not I'm just your friendly super wanting to help and meet the fans too. If that's okay. Plus just watch I might end out being the best waiter here. What is the first set of tables do you need to be served?

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Nia: -She wasn't sure what scared her more, him angry and upfront or nice like this. Deciding she did not want to anger him he loaded a tray of coffee with the table numbers on each and slid it over to him. Her help stepping up with more trays as people poured in.-

Homelander - *He watched her carefully setting up the trays. He looked around the venue filling up quickly. Looking to see what table was to be served first. Taking two trays at a time over to the corrected table. Smile and serving the customers. Everything was going great until Two loud Mouths started on Homelander being all mouthly called out “It's a bit early for Halloween blondie. Don't you think you should wear some real clothes? No one wants you here.” homeland heard every word from the two loudmouths. Making his way over to their table.

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-Nia heard them and cringed. Moving through the crowd to get to them. Afraid if Homelander got angry a lot of people could die.-

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- Homelander moved through the crowd waving and posing for photos making his way over to the loudmouth table. When he was cut off at the pass with Nia being there at the table. - Nia? I was just going to see these two personally as they had something to say to my face without shouting. Right guys. How about we step outside for that chat boys?

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Nia -Frowning she watched, what else could she do? The guys were rethinking their words having the sup so close and up in their faces but they got up and headed for the door. Saying a silent prayer hoping no one died today.-

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Homelander- Homelander offered Nia a smile, “ just doing customer service for you. I'll be right back as I want to escort those two out personally. Just being your friendly Sup, I'll be right back for the next set of drinks for the table. *Homelander moved quickly to exit the restaurant to catch up with his new fans.* Hold up you two, I have something I need to discuss with you.

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Nia: -Nia grimaced as she had no choice but to watch thinking “He’s going to kill them.” She walked over to the counter and picked up the phone dialing the local police explaining what was going on. Dispatch told her a squad car was on the way.-

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Homelander: - Homelander was in the nearby alley with the two loudmouths shaking in their boots over their actions in Nia cafe. He clenched his Jaw with the anger growing in him with his eyes glowing red. He held one by the throat, and the other by his ankle upside down when he heard the sirens of the cops coming closer. When the sudden sounds of the Cops. -

Let them Go.

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Nia: -Hand rubbing her arm she knew she should try and go see what was going on but sups really scared her especially Homelander she'd seen his handwork up close and personal. If the truth was known she probably should have never been assigned this job because if they'd done a full

evaluation they'd have found out she was affected by the past but then again they probably didn't care. Throwing bodies at this a priority because Voght and Homelander was so powerful now that there was no way governments could combat them so it was play nice till one knifed the other in the back. Finally, she overrode the fear and went outside following them to the alley. Her hands were shaking as she rounded the corner. Would she find pieces of people?-

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Homelander: Homelander wasn't in the mood of being toyed with over name-calling by two loudmouths. His eyes glowed red releasing a laser from his eyes. Teaching one of loudmouth a lesson. His laser burning the skin off the oldest chatterbox arm, with the cops showing up. Homelander was smiling with the screams coming from the oldest, screaming in agony. Trying to breathe through the pain apologies for his name-calling.

“I'm sorry Homelander please forgive me. No mercy was going to be shown on him by the homelander. He waved over to the cops Knowing he had witnesses now in the alley, as he counted the cop cars. His laser cut through the limb of #Tom right arm. Until it had detached just from the elbow. Falling to the ground. “Who need half arm, anyone. Was the police just going to stand and watch as Homelander Moved onto another limb of #Tom. Who was going to be brave enough to stop me? He urges one of the cops to step forward. He called on the one who was in charge to step forward. For every minute he waited #Tom would lose another piece of him.

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Nia: -Nia's eyes watered and her hand came to her face, to see this made her want to run but fury overrode common sense. It was senseless, immature and evil, the cops were scared and they weren't moving a muscle. Moving between the cop cars she came out in front of them and stared at Homelander. Tears running down her cheeks.- STOP IT! STOP IT RIGHT NOW!! YOU ARE SUPPOSE TO BE THE GOOD GUY!! NOT A TYRANT!! -And then silence, she cringed, she was going to die now. He went against /everything/ she believed in and stood for. And because she'd spoken up he no doubts would kill her, make her another statistic for CIA's files.-

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Homelander: Homelander looked around the shady cops not moving an inch to step forward. “You call yourself the protector of his country shame on you. Homelander grinned -

“Any last words, Tom? No one is going to save you. It's about time I teach everyone a lesson here to not mess with me. “

Homelander was about to put #Tom out of his miserable life when he heard a voice he knew in Nia. What was she doing here? He flew #Tom away like a piece of garbage. Flying across the other side of the alley like a sack of potatoes. Not even looking to when he landed. Homelander raised into the air and moved towards where Nia was standing. Hovering above her and when he came down to the ground who had all of his attention now?

“Are you being his saving Grace Nia? I am the good guy as some of these ants need to be taken care of Nia. What's the difference if I step on one or two now and then? Not everyone is entailed to be saved. Right now you are the only one brave enough to approach me. What is it you want from me?

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Nia: I want you to stop being a sadistic jerk. They're human! Not perfect, maybe they do need to be taught a lesson in manners but doing what you are doing is disgusting. I don't understand, you've been given gifts that could help so many and you choose to be petty and cruel!

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Homelander: -Homelander landed on the ground looking at NIA. She was the first human to stand in front of him and speaking her mind over his actions. He clenched his jaw at her. -

Nia, I always used my ability for the greater good, but there are ones that question my authority, and the best way is for everyone to follow my allegiances. These two won't be missed. I have a question for you, Are you going to stand with me or against me?

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Nia: -Pretty sure he'd hurt her either way, she looked at the men he'd tormented and then back up at him.- If this, hurting people just because you can is who you are Homelander then I want no part of you.

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Homelander: -He took a hold of her by her waist raising her and him off the ground. Floating over the sky. Moving one hand from her waist to help her to look down- All of this could be yours if your choose to stand by me and forget what you have seen?

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Nia: -Her heart thudded in her chest and hurt so much, she felt nauseated looking down. So she closed her eyes.- I'm not for sale Homelander. I don't understand how you can have such potential to help the world but instead be so cruel and violent. Go ahead, you're going to end up killing all of us insignificant humans anyway. At least I'll die knowing I tried to stand for the right things. -God she prayed he ended her fast, flashes of things she'd seen him do in her mind had her shaking.-

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Homelander flew across the sky. Making a tighter grip on her small body. When he had his mind made up over what he wanted there was no way to change it with a little brunette he indeed wanted. He would kill anyone who tried to stand in his way but there was something about this one. She had a fire about her. He indeed really enjoyed it. She may be human but she wasn't scared to speak her mind. Homelander hadn't come across anyone wanting or able to stand up to him before. -

Miss Viloria, how said anything about you being for Sale? Right now I'm enjoying your company and I want to see what else you are passionate about other than trying to save the humans who you don't know. Someone needs to be the good and bad guy. What can I say I'm Judge and Jury? When these human does crimes they need to be punished. Every human I know of always wants something in return. Here is my question to you. What do you want?

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Nia: I don't want anything from you besides for you to take me home and stop killing and maiming people just because you can. -The sensation of flying through the air scared the hell out of her, she just wanted her feet on the ground again.-

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Homelander -

“ You want all the killing to stop. I am the savior of this world. Do you want me to stop saving this world? I was created for this purpose to save and protect and that's what I'm doing. Now I see you disapprove of some of my actions. Accidents do happen too. I hope realized that.

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