#5aith

[styrien]

❝ Well, what's so strange about that? ❞

@5aith.

[finalslay]

@5aith / starter call.

this vamp nest has been on his radar for a while now. careful, meticulous planning was necessary first, though. vampire nests are notorious for going sideways quickly — and with this being a solo job, dean can't afford to take too many more chances. there's risk involved already ( and sam would kill him if he knew he were here ), but that's part of the thrill of it, isn't it? the adrenaline rush, the way that death is lingering right over his shoulder like an old friend?

the duffel bag is withdrawn from the impala's trunk and flung over his shoulder haphazardly. sunlight streams through the nearby trees, one small benefit that dean has on his side right now. it won't last for long, though. soon, it will be nightfall and the nest will begin to properly stir, but for now, dean has that weapon in his arsenal.

still, as he finally approaches the crypt, what he isn't planning on is someone else's presence. she lingers around the outside of it, attention fixated on the doors, and the expression on her face is one that dean is all too familiar with. god knows it's been on his own enough times.

he doesn't recognize her, but he knows the look.

that's what has him stepping closer, voice low as he asks, “ you wanna tell me what a pretty thing like you is doin’ out here? ” he thinks he already knows the answer, but it doesn't hurt to get the facts.

[andtheylive]

@5aith ❤️'d "faces look ugly when you're alone."

[styrien]

“ most people don’t complain about not being eaten. ” laura points out, a smile working itself across her lips. she remains where she is: seated, her fingers laced over one another as they pull one of her knees up. there’s something about her. a smell. a - vibe, to use the modern parlance. “ and we’re not all mindless monsters. what an assumption! ” laura tilts her head. “ i could, if you’d prefer. some people rather like it. ”

❝ Well, what's so strange about that? ❞

@5aith.