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      “I CAN’T DO IT.” He spews, cloys wiping bile from his lips. Stage fright : he wasn’t cut out for this life, to be a performer like his mother. Jimmy was shy, he much preferred to wave his hands around and watch ‘em ooo and ahhhh ; this, this was different— he was going to be the centre of attention for the next five minutes ; all the peoples eyes glued on him and him alone, the very thought forced another round of vomit up through esophagus. “Tate, you gotta go on for me, if I go out there I’ll spew on everyone in the front row!” Pain etches across Darling face, fear written in those deep dark eyes. The fire eater would be more entertaining anyway, who wanted to see A LOBSTER BOY JUGGLE?

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          @noblecide​  ↹  ❝ revenge isn’t worth much if you end up dead ❞

        HE WINCES AND PAIRS THE ACTION WITH A NOD, bow of brows flickering up with the motion before Sam casts emerald hues out the window. Wise words from the mouth of someone who’d taken their last breath years ago. He couldn’t deny Tate was right, there was no point in going after yellow eyes if the brothers were just going to end up like him. “Yeah well— wish someone’d given Dad that lesson.” He mumbles, eyes falling everywhere before they finally come to rest on the blonde ghost. “You’re right though, we need to be careful ; smart. ‘Just hate sittin’ around with our hands in our laps : Y’KNOW?”

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  @noblecide​ liked for a starter and got SEASON TWO SAM

       CROSS LEGGED MOOSE MAN sits straight backed just beyond the edge of the property. Sam tries, hard as he might, to ignore the swell of guilt that seems to always want to consume him whenever he and Tate are face to face. It’s painful— to see someone you’d cared about so much turn into this ; not only a spirit but vengeful. The eternal teen might not be able to admit it ; but he’s losing himself, with every year that ticks onward the Langdon’s mind becomes more and more morose and sooner or later it’ll be the Winchester’s job to put him down ; but how can he do that? How could he ever find the strength? A thought the youngest Winchester puts in the back of his mind ; it doesn’t help him to think about what will come to be — what matters is who he’s faced with now.             “So what do you do here all day long? Must get boring.” He offers with a small smile, content to sit and chat with Tate while Dean does more research. It’s not like they can salt and burn his bones if they don’t know where they are. Besides ; Tate is the least of their worries— there are far more dangerous spirits trapped within the murder house to worry about. Once they got rid of them they’d be free to scour the home properly ; without worry they might be JUMPED EVERY FIVE SECONDS.