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[formerlyrighteous]

can i trust you to behave?

wasn't a threat, he's willing to curb that impulse. 

@flappervcmp

   "depends on your definition of behave." 

[formerlyrighteous]

   well when she puts it like that..didn't sound half bad.   he could usually find a bed to sleep in, sometimes not   alone on top of that. 

  no monsters though? he can't decide if that would be   peaceful or boring. if he wasn't hunting, what would he   do during the day? sit on a couch and be a regular joe,   drinking beer and watching a ball game? 

  "it's a nice fantasy but not enough to make me bite." 

 it felt like a negotiation right then and his brows raise  at her later point, tempted to take back what he'd just  said. doing what he does is dangerous and he's under   no illusions what kind of ending waited for him down   the line. 

 "and the fine print is what exactly? no way a deal like   that one comes free of charge."

@formerlyrighteous - continued from.

Lips were pursed as the can was gingerly placed on the end table, leaning back in her spot with both hands proceeding to fold. “ — That so? Like a bed to sleep in every night, with the full knowledge that no monsters will be able to sniff ya out ‘til you're at least a hundred miles out?” Because the mists could be laid out that thick and far, especially at night. “That better than a maybe? Hm? Or – and this one is a big one, not something I tell a lot of people — knowin’ if you ever bit the dust somehow, I have the ability to bring you back, not crawl out of a grave – but right into your own body.” But he'd be tethered to her — that much she knew, a small fraction but it was a price she's willing to pay.

[formerlyrighteous]

"so you can't spend the night?"

@italianexotiicbeauty | voicemail

     he probably could have. he'd just finished a case and hadn't found another yet so he had some free time to kill until that changed. they had a date and he'd enjoyed it for the most part so he was tempted to stay a little longer. 

   not just for how it might end but the idea of spending more time with her held some appeal. tosses the question back and forth in his mind, weighing the pros and cons. "i'd have to leave early but let's just say that i could definitely be persuaded."

[formerlyrighteous]

❝ you don’t look so good. ❞

@cheaburi | voicemail

   he's looked worse. not really a statement he wants to make to her though. she'd only worry and that was his thing. 

     "now that's just hurtful. i happen to think i look pretty dashing personally." 

            feigns an offended look to bring a smile back to her face and sell the comment when he knew it couldn't be less true. so he hasn't slept in a few days. that's hardly anything new and how is it his fault that evil never slept either? every time he thinks they're making a dent, some new threat came along to ruin the day.

[formerlyrighteous]

you don't have to say anything else, but tell me if you're okay.

@brokenthimbles | voicemail

      the crackling of the line is the only sound that can be heard for several minutes, just soaking in the concern in her voice. tongue darts out to swipe across chapped lips, a breath exhaled as he gets his head back on straight. 

  the case took a toll on him.      some dick tried sacrificing his kids to one of the monsters they typically fight and his faith in humanity is a dim light that's barely lit as a result. this is why he's so determined to keep her as far away from what he does as possible. she's a compass for him, guiding him in the right direction anytime he starts to lose his way.

    who knew a north star could make great pie?          a bonus if you ask him. 

       finally clears his throat so she won't think he'd hung up. he's collected himself now and the job was almost finished. "i'm good. i'll see you back at the bunker soon and i'll pick up some dinner on the way. i hope you like pizza." 

        hangs up before he can say anything else, swallowing the words he wanted to say before they're allowed to be set free. expressing how he'd felt when she picked up would only lead to him signing her death certificate. 

[formerlyrighteous]

elijah

      his lips tilt upwards for a moment as Dean speaks, and he drops his hand from his face to rest it on his hip instead, pulling the hunter forward a step. he captures his lips in another soft, lingering kiss before he pulls away in order to step around him.  ❝ wonderful, thank you. might save you from getting yourself hurt. ❞ 

      he moves over to the cabinet and turns over two glasses, reaching out for the glass decanter that contains a rather nicely aged scotch. once both glasses are filled, he offers one over to Dean and tilts his head, allowing his gaze to sweep across him for a moment.  ❝ do you have any plans this evening? ❞

         he's not used to someone manhandling him but he would be lying if he said that he didn't find it attractive when elijah does it. especially when it happens without warning and he isn't given a chance to even think about pulling away. maybe at one point he would have but not anymore. the kiss made him nearly forget what it was he'd been irritated about just a few minutes ago and he watches elijah move away. ❝ yeah..can’t have that. ❞ he would’ve made a comment about elijah caring about him getting hurt, or something along those lines if he didn’t already know it. the memory of his intereference when the hunter was outnumbered by vamps is all the proof he needed.

         he accepts the glass, studying the liquid in it as he ponders the question. plans..there were a few vamps on his radar but none of them had reached the necessary threat level to be taken out yet so he's keeping an eye on them, just to be on the safe side. ❝ not really. figured i'd grab a pizza and some beer then find something to watch on tv. ❞ hardly a night of thrilling adventures for the hunter but it beat scouring the news. ❝ if you've got a better idea for how to spend it, i'm all ears. ❞

[formerlyrighteous]

“DC I was thinking for myself batgirl or catgirl.” This could be fun the dressing up plus the endless possibilities. Too many possibilities of costumes plus who doesn’t want to dress up as a superhero or supervillain.

“Definitely batgirl.

@cheaburi

     yeah, he could absolutely see her rocking either outfit. 

  "i'd definitely go with batgirl so we can match and be heroes together.

            Sam can be catgirl — he's perfect for it."

[formerlyrighteous]

❛ you can yell at me later. just let me help you. ❜

@brokenthimbles | ask.

   he wouldn't yell. scowl for about a week and mutter angrily under his breath maybe but he wouldn't outright yell at her. he didn't like that she took risks, even if they were to help him. she wasn't a part of this war. this stupid fight between every kind of being that he was so fatigued by. accepting her help felt like he was dragging her in.     he already knew how that would end.     "you are helping me. by staying out of danger and not knowing too much, that's all than i need. people who help me tend to get killed."

[formerlyrighteous]

“I do I was thinking superhero’s.”

@cheaburi

          okay now he had so many more questions.    Marvel or DC? sidekicks or actual hero's? ranked on powers or popularity? and the most pressing one of all: would he have to wear tights?     capes are cool but he felt a little uneasy about what she'd choose as a costume. he'd cheer her on if she wanted to wear them but was reluctant to join her. cosplay and LARPing were fun but he had to draw a line somewhere.       "which franchise? i'm Batman, obviously."

[formerlyrighteous]

sam

       “You’ll let it go?” He’s nearly tempted to say like Elsa. “I can teach you. but you better not be a .  .  . a backseat baker the whole time.”

    ❝excuse you, if i’m gonna be anything it’s going to be a shotgun baker.❞ backseat’s for losers and virgins. ❝what kind are we makin’?❞

[formerlyrighteous]

❝ i’m gonna do us a favor and not mention this happened. ❞

@burninq | ask.

      "i'll do you one by not killing you."    as much as he hated demons, witches are worse. the hex bags, weird powers, chanting; all of it gave him the creeps and his trigger finger an itch. they could come to some sort of truce yet the ground it stood on was fragile.

[formerlyrighteous]

“Please say we’re dressing up for Halloween?” (Here have a random ask)

@cheaburi

    "depends. you got a costume in mind?"

[formerlyrighteous]

meme: “you avoided being in a room alone with me essentially since i met you.”

@delabor​ | prompt.

   “ask anyone — someone kissing you without warning out of the blue is a pretty damn good reason to avoid them.”

[formerlyrighteous]

' you don’t get to pick the things that fix us ’

@harvlle | prompt.

         "and you think this is gonna do it?"       brow arches as he holds up the newspaper he'd just swiped from in front of her. right there on the headline is the source of his newest hunt and here she is, trying to get in the middle of it. he tosses it down again with a scoff, turning his back to her to resume packing. "hunting isn't the answer, jo. all it'll do is get you killed so if you want somethin' to fix you, you should start looking elsewhere."

[formerlyrighteous]

@murdcck​ | ❤’d

    ❝ somebody goes over Niagara in a barrel,        you gonna jump in and try to save them? ❞

[formerlyrighteous]

gwen

“B-but wait- Wait!  I’ve never done something this big on my own before!  Rufus- o-o-or Bobby- they’ve always told me what to do and when to do it!  I can’t just magically do this without knowing when to fire!  People’s lives are at risk- I can’t just- I can’t do this by myself!”

both hands are placed on her shoulders to calm her panicked stammering, grip firm without too being rough. she’s afraid, he gets that. she’s been trained by the best, though. he had faith in her ability to go on a hunt by herself and make it back in one piece, even if she doesn’t share it.

       ❝ listen, Gwen, you’ve got this. remember what they       taught you, trust your instincts, and if you really need       backup, we’ll be right behind you. all birds gotta leave       the nest sometime, yeah? ❞