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                 as she manages to regain her                  balance,   she looks up at him                  and  gives him a  small  smile,                  wiping away  the few drops of                  coffee that  had  splashed into                  her skin  with  the  back of her                  hand.

       ❝uh, just a little bit. it’s fine,           though. sorry for that,  i wasn’t           looking.❞

    he grimaces, putting a hand out      awkwardly in an apologetic attempt to help.

                    ❝ no, no, it's my fault. i wasn't                                  paying attention either.  ❞  

          sam   smiles    sheepishly,           shrugging  and  switching           his   coffee   to  the  other           hand, shaking a few stray           droplets off his fingers. 

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{ autumn }

{ ❦ }———-;;

              He’s more shy than she would have guessed,               a smile tugs at her cherry red lips as he ducks               his head and smiles shyly. It was endearing.                                       She doesn’t know he’s the king of hell, how                                       would she? She just thinks that he’s a cute                                       guy at the bar, so when he orders her another                                       drink, her smile widens and she laughs, placing                                       a small hand on his upper arm.

               Oh god, the muscles on this one.

    The whiskey is placed before them and she raises      her glass to his, the glass clinks together and she      raises it to her mouth, taking the shot & shivering       as it burned it’s way down her throat.

                                                            “I’m Autumn.”

                                            It leaves her lips in a coo, slender fingers                                             reaching forward to pour them a second                                             shot.

                  She didn’t come out tonight to be lonely and sober.

                                                         ”Here, take this.”

            The second shot is pushed into his hand             before the first one has even stopped             burning, but she was a few drinks in             already, high on the music and the feel             of this place, the company of a such              a handsome man wasn’t hurting either.

                             She wants him to take her home, she wants to                              spend the night in his bed, those long fingers of                              his tangled in her hair, she wants him to make                              her forget her name and her pain.

              And she’s not interested in waiting around this bar all night. 

humans are remarkably stupid.   demons oftentimes are as well, but stupidity has always been a trait that  i r k s sam to no end.    it's  unfair  of  him to hold everyone to his standard, but  even  before  he  started exercising his mind, he had been rather intelligent.  

                                                    he is therefore unsurprised when the girl falls                                                     effortlessly  into  his  trap,   her   tiny   fingers                                                     pressing softly on his arm. they feel light and                                                     delicate, like feathers on a bird.      sam likes                                                     them.   maybe he will let her keep them.  

     ❝ autumn... ❞                  he muses,           taking the drink she           offers and tipping it back fluidly.

                                                                            ❝ it suits you. ❞                                                                             sam gives her another shy smile, unable                                                                             to  keep  his  eyes  from  roving over her                                                                             body.    she really is quite attractive.   he                                                                             can  picture  her,   black   ropes  snaking                                                                             around her wrists,  mascara   and  tears                                                                             mingling  on  her  cheeks.   he buries his                                                                             gaze  in  the  empty glass, turning it over                                                                             and over in his hand. 

        ❝ sorry, i, uh... i don't normally do this -- - ❞                   he chuckles self-deprecatingly,                   pouring himself another shot                   and knocking it back. 

                                                                     ❝ do you wanna get out of here, maybe? ❞

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              Yeah, she sees him, the tall handsome one sitting                at the end of the bar. They’ve been eyeing each other                all night, though she would never admit to having set                her sights on him once she walked in. So she had gone                & danced with others, ordered too many drinks, danced                alone in the middle of the dance floor before she finally                went over and sat near him, giving him a sideways glance                from under long lashes, a coy smile tugging at cherry red                lips. Autumn Belle knew this game, & how play it well.

                                       ”What are you drinking?”

               She’s a little drunk already, and he’s hot. He doesn’t even                have to try hard to put the moves on her, of course, she                wouldn’t mind a little bit of flirting before she lets him take                her home.  Wow, she was easy. He hadn’t even spoken to                her yet and she was already planning to leave with him. 

   being king of hell is a full-time job, and sam will     be the first to tell you that there's a lot of                responsibility     that comes with holding so much                                            power.       at first, he     hadn't wanted any of it -- -- --                                           the pain, the torture,                                           the demons.     but he has grown to love it.  after all, this is     what he was born for.       this is his purpose.       and now,     with his work out of the way, he's ready     to have a little   f   u   n  .  

                                                       there's a pretty redhead girl                                                        dancing                                                                       in the middle of the floor,                                                        swaying provocatively.                                                          her hair reminds him of flames,                                                                                           of blood,                                                                                              of lust.  

                 he wants her.

                                                    she's the kind of girl that he                                                     would have wanted to get to know,                                                     [ once upon a time ],                                                     but his interest now is more focused                                                     on the pretty things she keeps hidden                                                                                           under her skin.                                                       she'd look lovely with a ruby necklace,                                                     dark and  s p a r k l i n g                                                                                      against her alabaster skin.  

                           she makes it easy,                            this bold young thing,                            and seals her fate the minute                            she presses her lithe little body                            into the black leather barstool at his side.                            yes, sam thinks, this is the one i want.                              she's got life to her,                                      a little spitfire                                                 that he can't wait to extinguish                            between his thumb and forefinger.

   he puts on a shy smile,             glancing down at his glass.      he loves this game of cat-and-mouse,    and he has long since honed his skills. 

                                                                                       ❝ we're having whiskey, ❞

                                                                           he finally says,                                                                                   lifting his gaze just enough                                                                               to meet her eyes before signaling                                                                               to the bartender to bring him                                                                               another glass.                                                                                                             he sips at it idly,                                                                           the warm burn doing nothing                                                                           to alter his state of mind,                                                                           and leans back on the stool.  

                        ❝ i'm  sam. ❞

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{ ezra }

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         Sleep did not come easy in the back seat of the tiny Camrey.           Small as she was, amid the jumble of their possessions, there          was not much room for Ezra herself back there. With her head          propped against a myriad of books, topped with a bunched           up hoodie, the blonde swam in and out of consciousness.           Anya and told her to get a few hours of sleep before she           returned from her trip, one that would obviously take a few          hours to return from. The elder girl had parked near a set of          train tracks, just off the road in the shadows before wandering          off to God knows where to complete their transaction. Anya           had acquired a particularly lethal looking knife that had some           supernatural quality, though neither knew what. Ezra was           never allowed to accompany her sister on these trips, the           older girl forever anxious that something would happen to           her if she did. Ezra didn’t mind, per say, but waiting in the           car for hours on end was anything but fun.

         A gentle breeze slid in through the cracked window, playing          across her face as she dozed. She could just hear the chirp           of crickets from beyond the car doors, as well as the crunch           of heavy footsteps against gravel… Bleary hazel-green eyes           slid open just in time to see a  shadow pass over her window.          With a yelp, the girl sat bolt upright, nearly hitting her head           on the seat next to her as she scrambled forward to lock          the doors.

            ❞If you’re a cop I am definitely                               allowed to park here for  emergencies!❞

                                        Though it was still husky with sleep,                                          her voice raised at least two octaves                                         in anxiety, her body ducking below the                                         window so the figure could not see her.

                       ❞If you’re not a cop I am definitely                                                   armed and very dangerous.❞

   sam really isn't having a good day.     first off, his     brother is a demon.    not possessed by a demon, not     killed by metatron,    but a full-on black-eyed bastard.       and now, to top it off, he'd went and gotten his demon     knife stolen.    so no,   he's not in the best mood as he     burns his way across the country in the impala (which,     by the way, is absolutely disgusting due to dean's     latest habits). 

                               at the moment,  sam's  jaw  is aching from how tightly                                he's clenching his teeth, his grip on the steering wheel                                turning his knuckles white.   he's  only praying that the                                thing who took his knife is here;     it's not like he's got                                time to scour the globe.    dean's  rotting  away  in the                                dungeon  of  the  bunker,  cas is off god knows where,                                and his time is  r u n n i n g  out.  

          he pulls over near some train tracks, eyes locked           on the car lurking in the shadows. there. it has to           be.      unless   the   tracking   spell   went   wrong            somehow.    warily,  sam  props  open   the  trunk,           sneaking  his  handgun  into  the waistband of his           jeans  and  pulling  out the angel blade, just to be           safe. okay. time to give the thieving son of a bitch           a piece of his mind.  

                                             sam's shoes slap softly against the pavement as he stalks                                              over to the  car,  drawing  his  gun  as  he  crosses  to  the                                              driver's  side  door.   but  before he has a chance to pull it                                              open, he hears the locks click and an  anxious  voice.   an                                              inkling of doubt trickles through his resolve, but she hasn't                                              proven her innocence yet.

              ❝ look. i really don't wanna hurt you.                      tell you what -- --                              -- - just give me my knife back,                      and i'll be on my way,  o k a y ? ❞  

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But how am I supposed to be happy when Sam Winchester isn’t happy

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{ jo }

" Y’could say that. What    about you and Dean? “

   ❝ well, i'm still here, aren't i? ❞  

                         he  holds  out his arms and smiles,                          but he has to  m a k e  his muscles                          move.     even to him it feels a little                          forced,  because even now it's just                          playing   on   repeat   in   his   head  

      [ dean is going to hell dean is going to hell he's going to hell and it's all your fault ] 

                                                                                   ❝ how's, uh, how's business? ❞

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{ dean }

       ” —— Dude, it’s just me.                       I just saw you this morning. I know I’m handsome,                            but c’mon, Sam.” 

  ❝ dude. you're... you                   -- -- i mean, of course you're you,            but you're like.... past you. ❞

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outofblood. forgot how much i love alastair tbh. what a creepy lil' bastard.  also may have the slightest urge to make him a blog

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BASICS:

name: hannah birthday: december 3rd zodiac: sagittarius  single or taken: single height: 5’6” eye color: hazel/brownish middle name: yolanda (it's my grandmother's name ok yes thank) favorite color: oh god um maybe like mint green? lucky number: 3

SPECIFICS/DETAILS:

hogwarts house: ravenclaw favorite fictional character: éowyn, hermione, sam winchester, dean, mrs. lovett favorite television show: at the moment supernatural favorite season: autumn future children’s names: um i don't know. i like benjamin, john, and charlotte? meaning of your name: i used to know but i'm too lazy to look it up rn what do you plan to/do for a living: ideally acting starbucks order: iced chai all the way

THIS OR THAT: 

introvert or extrovert dawn or dusk righty or lefty coffee or tea rain or shine reading or writing

about the blogger

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{ dean }

+ rexpuerilis ( has Dean’s attention )

The bottle of beer tipped to the hunter’s  lips as his gaze landed upon the other  person before him. Liquid cooling to the palette, he set the bottle to the table. 

❝ what ? i didn’t do it so stop                 givin’ me that look, dude. ❞

❝ you know what, dean, i don't get it. you     could have just told me,  but instead you go     off and do....       whatever the hell that was. ❞

                he raps his fingers irritably on                 the table,   snatching his own                 bottle  and  taking a long pull                 for want of something  to  do. 

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   ❝ it's not funny, dean. i'm gonna save you.                      -- -- -- -- -- -- --  i am. ❞

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{ autumn }

{ ❦ }———-;;

               She resists the urge to squeak with glee when he                 decides to join her, instead she leans her back                 against his chest and looks up at him, taking a                 momentary pause from cooking in order to smile                 just for for Sam. His scratchy, I-just-woke-up,                 morning  voice was one of her favorite things,                 and he just sang to her with it.

                                            “Don’t just stand there,                                                       say nice face to me—-"

        Autumn wiggles her hips against him,         making sure that she doesn’t shake off         the  gentle grip of his fingers on her hips.         It’s the simple little moments like this that         she treasures, as lame as that sounds. But         just being with Sam, making breakfast and         singing badly with each other, it made her          happy, and that was the reason they ran          away in the first place right, to be happy?

               So caught up in her thoughts, she almost forgot                that she was in the middle of cooking, a tiny ‘oh’                falling from her lips as she resumed her work. 

                                “Oh, hold on I have to get the                                     toast from the toaster! And                                    get the bacon before it burns!” 

     sam never dreamed  it would be like this       when they went away.   well, he did, but that's       what they were --- dreams.    he never thought       they'd turn into reality,    that he'd be here with       autumn, living out the most perfect morning he       could think of.             but they're here, and it's       happening, and he is sure as hell not  going  to       c o m p l a i n .  

                                 a grin tugs at the corners of his lips,  and he tightens                                  his fingers around her  hips, dropping his chin  down                                  to rest atop her hair.       sam never really thought he                                  could find anything like this; for years, home was just                                  a word.     but now it's a feeling,  a memory.     warm                                  summer  winds  and  the way the sunlight reflects off                                  fiery curls,   the  soft  slap  of  raindrops  against wide                                  open highways.  the scent of bacon and skeevy motel                                  rooms early in the morning.

              ❝ nothing wrong with a little  e x t r a  crisp. ❞

       sam reluctantly loosens his grip,        pulling  back a few inches to let        autumn     salvage      breakfast.          honestly, the entire pan of eggs        could catch fire and it  wouldn't        dampen his mood.

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outofblood. i’m gonna hop off and watch some spn for a little while, but like this if you’d like a starter when i get back!  my ask is also always open for plotting c:

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{ cas }

"——…"

      “What was that for?”

            The angel asks, a smile on his features             as he stares up at his friend in curiosity.

  ❝ s'just... good to see                      you again, cas. ❞ 

@rexpuerilis liked for a starter

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{ jo }

spookofapie

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heartisms

" Nice to see you again. "

      ❝ hey, jo. s'good to see you too.                     you staying out of trouble? ❞ 

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