“it’s safer if you just go, or it’s easier? you’re just gonna pack up and leave me here in the middle of the night with not so much as a goodbye? i… i thought you were better than that, that i could trust you to stick with me no matter what. i don’t give my trust out that easily, it has to be earned. i really believed you earned it after everything we’ve been through. but i guess i was wrong. i was wrong about you.” pain seeps through her entire being, rotting through her veins and eating away at her very bloodstream. her vision is blurry with what, rage and fear? the betrayal cuts through her like a knife to the heart, jaw hardening as her eyes give away just how angry and hurt she feels. “ if you walk out that door, that is it. you will never see me again, you will never call me or contact me again. i’ve been through enough in my lifetime, i’ve seen horrors worse than your shapeshifter. i still stayed by the ones i cared about, i didn’t up and leave. you’re betraying me, ben. you’re betraying us, and that’s not something i can forgive. i don’t have time for you to get your shit together and decide whether i’m worth the risk or not, because i am worth more than that. worth more than what you’re about to do.”
"how could i do what to you, ben?" eyes close as frustration courses through her very veins. she is a tundra of emotion kept behind a dam that can never burst. "how could i help you when you needed me, how could i be there for you when no one else was able to guide you in your path? don't be so ridiculous. i kept my identity from you because i knew it would change and influence your perception of me, case in point." bitterness leaks from every word that escapes her cherry lips, jaw set in a hard lock. this was the reason behind her actions. she cannot help but wonder if this is her perpetual lot in life, to pluck at the heartstrings of others and not understand that the tune of heartbreak sounds different to them. "your reaction right now is exactly why i didn't say anything. i'm still the same person whether you believe it or not."
jesse and ben meet bobby john. trying to decide if they should trust the shapeshifter. not realizing that after this day, bj would do anything for them. no questions asked. @benbraeden @antiturner
"No what we need to do is rally. I don't care what it takes, this is Greek Week and if we don't get it together those girls at Kappa Nu Gamma will kick our asses." Bloom spoke into her phone weaving her way through the lecture hall of her art history class. While she loved her sorority deeply she also couldn't afford to be thinking about this right now. She needed at least a B- after her major switch and Professor McGee could be vicious.
"We need to dig deep into our Zeta Theta Delta spirit of sisterhood..." She began oh so poetically filled with that 'can do spirit' she was so known for amongst her sorority. "...and keep those girls away from Omega Phi even if it means dragging them by their hair extensions during the powderpuff game into the dirt. Because if they seduce them at the party tonight and we lose that mixer scheduled for next week we can say goodbye to our spirit points and the guys teaming up with us."
Bloom might be president but Stella was their social chair and there was no one more terrifying than her when it came to their social ranking and events. Rubbing her forehead she dropped into the closest free seat. "Keep it together you've got this you're pledge representative for a reason just pick up some puffy paint and get to work. ...Yes Katie can borrow some shoes for tonight." She hung up on the poor freshman who'd been forced to make the call and let out a deep sigh. Three more months. That's how much longer she had to keep going before a college degree was in her hands.
he had been watching him from a distance. he had the stealth of a tiger — the young man wouldn't have known that he was being followed. maybe he'd have developed the skill for anyone else, but he'd need years on his belt before he could outsmart dean. he was nervous to approach him ; after all, he hadn't seen him in years — five, to be exact. he wasn't even sure if he knew who he was — given the fact that his memories had been taken from him.
but he had caught dean's attention, given his recent extracurricular activities, and dean had to confront him. he found him sitting alone at a booth of some empty diner. the winchester approached and casually slid into the seat across him.
" hi ben. " it was a simple greeting, yet it took all the strength in him to utter.
/ @benbraeden
OTPs i have for my girl is all of them . i love every single connection she’s made , they’re all so special to me . romantic , hateships , & platonic !!
but a couple that stand out to me are krissy & caroline <3 my little chaos crumpet duo . when i first rebooted kris , the connection & plot progression between these two just instantly had me hooked !! krissy is so heart eyes for her c. forbes c’:
krissy & ben braeden , two hunters who didn’t like each other very much at first but tolerated each other nonetheless bc as a team they work fucking fantastically . it was only a matter of time before . . . feelings got involved ;))
KRISSY & KATHERINE !! it’s still very new but also has been progressing over time . these two little shits have had flirty banter since they met & now they’re being so CUTE AND FOR WHAT ???
they're at an abandoned factory, only there because lydia's death sense crept up her spine and made a home in her mind. she was in an almost dreamlike state, words not quite making sense: mannerisms very obscure in nature. she's vaguely aware of ben's presence, him trying to call her back from the whispers that hang in the air like electricity. it isn't something that she can just pull away from, it's a part of her that will never go away until the fugue state dissipates. lydia hunches down on her knees, brows furrowed into knots as she places her hand on the ground and hears the final moments of a poor soul that had recently died in this spot. a violent demise. head snaps back up as she turns to ben. "i'm sorry, i didn't mean to drag you out here with me. but something is wrong with this place. there's a darkness-- someone died here, and i don't think we're alone."
ben: alright, we need someone to flirt
bj: oooo i can, i have four faces. which flavor do they want?
jesse: ........
ben: doesn't matter which face you use, you can't flirt for shit
bj:
"Ben." There are very few things that can push Sarah to the edge in a matter of seconds, and this? Seeing one of her kids with a fucking black eye? At the top of that list. She knows he knows the first-aid kit's location never changes so she doesn't bother answering the question. She's focusing all her energy on not strangling the first person to walk by The Spot right now. It's not their fault. It's a waste of energy. She wants names. "Who." She'll repeat the question as many times as she has to. "Did that. To your face." She's digging her nails into the doorframe. "A name. Now."
Allison opened the door to her apartment. "Are you Ben?" The huntress asked. The Winchesters gave her a heads up that he would be coming to give her a hand. She let him inside. "I'm Allison."