#wingsxcrossroads

[jerkxbitchx]

Dean shoved Sam against the wall and kissed him deeply. They had almost lost each other on this hunt and he couldn't just let go of it. "Need you Sammy..." He only got like this when he was really scared.

Sam wasn't really ready when Dean shoved him against the wall and stuck his tongue down his throat. "Mm..." Sam moaned against his big brother's mouth. Dean only got like this when he was scared of loosing Sam. Sure that hunt had gotten a little hairy but they were fine now. "Mm.. you can have me whenever you want Dean you know that." Sam mumbled against his older brother's mouth. "How do you want me Dean?" Sam asked as he pulled away breathing heavily from the kissing.

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[collidingxworlds]

Dreams and Doors

Semi-plotted starter for @wingsxcrossroads

He truly should stop doing that, before it became a recurring thing. Or, even worse, a habit. One time had been not just enough, but also too much already and one would have expected him to learn from it, since he had just barely made it worked.

It turned out that he hadn’t, not really. He had been stupid enough not to listen to Hela and wait until he was fully recovered before going back to Earth. Look at where that had landed him. Betrayed by Loki, who had showed no hesitation to exploit his weakened state instead of offering him asylum, and straight into Asmodeus��� clutches. Both had been dealt with as they deserved, but the concept still stood.

And now he was stranded in a parallel universe, without a vessel, his Grace so reduced that he had to make an effort just to keep existing. He had no idea of what gruesome end his counterpart had met in that reality, but he had the feeling that he hadn’t been a pagan god, because that alternative version of Michael hadn’t even bothered to check if there was anything left of him.

As for Lucifer...The bastard had probably assumed that he couldn’t have managed to pull a similar trick a second time. And he couldn’t exactly blame him, because he was having a hard time to believe it too.

Gabriel shifted, his presence nothing than a mere shimmer in the many layers of the fabric that composed reality. He wasn’t even sure of how much time had passed since his second “death”. Days, perhaps weeks? It was hard to tell. Time moved differently when you were so close to dissipate into non-existence.

That wasn’t all, though. There was something else he had noticed, even if he hadn’t been able to put it into focus. The barrier between realities felt...thinner in some moments. Perhaps it was because the rip Jack had made the first time had never fully healed, or maybe it depended on the fact that the threshold had been crossed so many times in such a small period of time. He wasn’t sure and he didn’t particularly care. What he knew was that, at times, it was as if he found himself floating...somewhere else.

Like it was happening in that exact moment. He was no longer surrounded by the ruins of that fallen, rotting world, but by something more alive and yet, at the same time, that felt less real.

Dreamscape...?

The fleeting thought crossed his mind, quick and ethereal as he himself was. It could be, but whose? And could he even communicate with them, when he probably looked like just a small ball of golden light? Well, everything was possible in dreams.

Someone here? I took the wrong turn...at some point. Probably a few millennia ago.

[tricksterreformed-a]

@wingsxcrossroads sent :  Crimson eyes appear in the darkness, stepping forward to meet the other. He kept his distance. The last time that he had seen his brother he was running a blade through his chest and he's sure that he had killed him; yet here he was. "Hello Gabriel. Despite what you might think it is good to see you." Lucifer remarked softly. "I wish that our last encounter had ended under better circumstances but you know how family arguments go."

          “No, I always think it’s good to see me,” Gabriel replied, smile fixed firmly in place as he watched his brother carefully.  He had no intention of letting Lucifer get close, and if that meant he had to fake his death again, so be it.  “It’s not as great to see you, but hey, I’m sure you’re used to hearing that.”

          Sliding his hands into his pockets, Gabriel cocked his head to the side and frowned at his brother. “That’s not how— It’s just our family that— You know what? I’m not here to debate what is and isn’t normal in a family argument with you.  So why don’t we just cut to the chase?  What do you want, Lucifer?” 

[josephinesrphub]

Alice stood in the cemetery, looking down at three headstones in front of her, and kneeled down, gently putting her hand on the smallest one. Elizabeth Liddell. Her family had been buried here. She didn’t shed many tears anymore, but she did in fact go to visit their tombs.

She avenged her killer, but was considered dead, but wasn't. She was merely asleep, and was woken up by a strong source of power nearby. She had no interest in it. She often visited during the night to avoid unwanted attention. Most people assumed that she was some sort of spirit, as next to nobody knew who it was that was leaving stuff on the headstones.

She reached into the air, pulling out three large roses. She placed them down, one on each headstone. She did this with flowers from wonderland. They wouldn't wilt and they wouldn't die, until she willed it so.

She sits down on the grave, looking at the headstones. She was quiet, until she heard a twig snapping nearby. Someone was coming. She stands, and picks her dress up to avoid tripping on it, and began to run, back to her crypt. It wasn't far away, luckily.

That was a few weeks ago, and she was being careful, since then. She climbs off of the slab of stone she called home, making her way to the exit, which was overgrown. She carefully moves all of the plants to the side, and stepped out. Then she began her walk through the cemetery, to her family's gravestones nearby.

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[xheavensmostwantedx]

Starter for: wingsxcrossroads

It was past three in the morning as Castiel sat at one of the wooden tables inside the library section of the bunker looking through some news reports on Sam's computer to see if he could find himself and the Winchester brothers a case, as the angel continued scrolling down the webpage he was currently on, something caught his attention and he clicked the link that would take him to a full description of the police report, apparently the victim had their insides removed when they were attacked and the town's sheriff had marked it as a vicious animal attack, but the angel knew there was no way that an ordinary animal would be able to neatly remove all the victim's eternal organs from their body, and Castiel decided to look through the men of letters files and lore books to see if he could find a creature that removes peoples organs after killing them.

Once Castiel bookmarked the police report on Sam's computer so they could take a look at it once the Winchester brothers woke up, he closed the youngest Winchester brother's laptop then walked over to the bookcase on the far right then took the first book he saw from the top shelve then began to read through it not taking his eyes off it until his ears picked up some noise coming from the farside of the bunker where the kitchen and bedrooms were located.

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[itsbitmxdinhere]

Random Starters/Asks ( Accepting )

@wingsxcrossroads​​ said : Castiel could sense Jack's powers climbing to their full potential. Though he still needed training he would become one of the most powerful beings that Heaven or Hell had ever seen, even more so than Lucifer himself. He reaches out trying to calm the other down a bit. "Easy Jack..you have to learn to harness your abilities or else you will do more harm than good."

Jack groaned as he sat on the ground, yeah this was more hard than he expected, but still they made so much progress in restoring heaven he was actually proud, even if right now he was quite tired to be honest , he took in a deep breath and glanced around what they created “ it’s b e a u t i f u l...” he mumbled with a small grin .

[therowenamacleod]

I wanna do bad things with you.

It’s a special kind of man who can have his hands inside a corpse and still make you want to ask for his number.

@wingsxcrossroads for Lucifer

She hadn’t been so sincere in any recent memory. Trust was not something that Rowena gave often, and her adoration was usually painted on for only as long as it took to get what it was she needed. And while she did need Lucifer, if she wanted to ascend to something greater, she also wanted him. Whatever the vessel, whatever he needed. The literal devil, something only the darkest part of her could have dreamed of, had dreamed of. He’d been inside her head.

“No one else can open the cage, just me. And if I can do that for you, after the Grand Coven limited me, imagine what I can do for you with my full power.” She smiled at him with promise and a younger starry eyed look to her that she hadn’t had since true youth. “You’ll be unstoppable. Heaven, Hell, everything between. I’ll see you rule it all, and everyone that ever stood in your way… whatever you desire, I will help you make it happen, my liege.”

Rowena stood there, half out of breath, and waited for him to tell her something, to take her somewhere. Oh, but her son would be the sorriest of them all. He could have been more than a soft king of hell, he could have made her truly proud. But it didn’t matter, she had better things in store for her.

[apocryphalvessel]

Fangs, Blades, and Vampire Dens

Closed RP with @wingsxcrossroads

“Excuse me,” Faryn raised her pale hand to attract the attention of a nearby waitress. “I know this sounds weird, but something smells off about the steak. It smells like it was freshly spoiled and then it was cooked. I know you don’t trust my nose, but I do. Would you please have the chef take a look at it, or maybe make me a new one? Thanks.” She didn’t give the young woman any time to object or even state she would take care of the problem. The blonde’s polite smile was fake, but she was just trying to do her job, and Faryn wasn’t making this night easier for her.

She took a sip of her beer, hiding the quick inhales through her nose. Every bar she had visited in the down had their smell in it. Normally, she didn’t care what the other things that go bump in the night do with their free time, but her paranoia was getting to her. Every town before this one had the same signature smell, and it bothered her. The only time the smells were consistent was when something was tracking her, or if she was tracking something. Something was off about this whole situation, and it was more than the potentially rotting meat she was served for dinner.

There were a few punks in the bar, some average joe’s trying to wind down before going home alone or to their families, and people who liked to drink away the pain before disappearing into the night. Faryn had dealt with vampires before, but each one always had different targets. 

“Well isn’t this just great,” she muttered to herself. They weren’t presently at the bar, but they had been there. She sighed and stood up from the table, her grey fingers still gripping the bottle she had just started drinking. Faryn noted someone staring at her from across the room. It happened often. People thought it was interesting for someone to be wearing sunglasses...inside...at night. Another person to be aware of just in case. She took a sip and tossed some cash on the table before walking out. 

“This place is a bust, and the food sucks too,” she growled as she stepped out of the door. Alcohol laws didn’t apply to her, at least she didn’t care about them. Who was going to catch her? She snorted.

Something jangled behind her. She took a step out to check out the alley nearby and saw two people going at it by the dumpster. “Real classy, guys!” She shouted and raised her hands in the air. The point was to see if they were making out or if one of them was having dinner on the other’s neck. The pale woman lifted her sunglasses for a moment to get a better look. She could see them clearly in the dark, and to her disappointment it was just another sloppy human couple. 

“I hope I didn’t just miss them again.” Faryn cursed to herself. There weren’t that many people outside the bar, she could easily start sniffing for clues but if these vampires were using vehicles it would be hard to track. “Damn...” She chugged her beer and threw the bottle back down towards the couple in the alley. That’s when she noticed the feet sticking out from behind the dumpster.

[fidusinhomine]

@wingsxcrossroads from here x.

Sam had just finished a case. It was one of the few times that he was on his own and though he had gotten roughed up he lived. He hadn’t even really had the time to get cleaned up yet when he heard footsteps coming around the corner. Great, he was going to have to find a way to explained what happened if the other person looked close enough. When the other stopped and he realized they were indeed staring at him he sighs. “Look it’s nothing to get all worried about. I got mugged but I’m good..just going to get cleaned up.”

Sam didn’t want any trouble.

Lana had, perhaps a little foolishly, decided to take a shortcut through one of the many alleyways she had found upon moving to the city. But she was tired, it was cold and quite frankly the small woman just wanted to get back to her apartment. She definitely hadn’t expected to encounter a veritable giant of a man looking rather battered. She had just taken a small step towards him, concern on her face at the state of him when he spoke.

Lana couldn’t help the way an eyebrow shot up ever so slightly at the thought of someone having the guts to attempt to mug such a large man but she didn’t have any reason not to believe him. “Are you alright? My home isn’t far, I could telephone the police if you’d like?” she offered him, pulling a handkerchief from her bag and offering it to the man to clean some of the blood from his face. Street smarts certainly couldn’t be called her strong point, her concern outweighing any part of her common sense which probably ought to suggest against inviting a large, bleeding stranger into her home. “If you’d like, I could take care of that? I have antiseptic solution at home, and it doesn’t look as though its likely to need stitches” she offered.

[brokensxn]

Another late night for the Winchester brothers. This time it seemed they were after a Djinn. Not that Sam was complaining, he needed something to do. He needed to keep his mind occupied, which also meant not sleeping as much.

After finding out just recently that he’d been without his soul for the most part of a year and a half, Sam was still feeling really crappy about everything he did. Even since, Sam’s been trying to make up for everything his soulless-self had done. Hearing things about his actions from Cas just made it even worse.

Sam blinked a few times when the Impala stopped over a parking spot in the lot of the abandoned warehouse.

“Dean,” Sam finally chimed up, his voice ragged and uneven as he spoke his brother’s name. He was quiet the entire drive over, but his mind was still racing. The hammering of his heart pulsated in his ears as his fingers twitched at his sides while he tried to get his thoughts out. Sam was a mess with his emotions lately. “I’m sorry...” he swallowed, his hazel eyes not daring to look up at his brother.

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[headoffices-a]

@wingsxcrossroads​

Lucifer chuckled darkly as he walked up to his throne. "There seems to be a pest infestation here in Hell. A rather large cockroach is sitting on my throne." He crosses his arms over his chest. "I suggest if you don't want me to squish you like the insignificant bug you are, you get your ass out of my spot, get on your knees and beg for my forgiveness." - Lucifer to Crowley

same shit, different day.

crowley swirls his drink lazily, not bothering to lift his eyes from it and acknowledge lucifer in the slightest. he sips at it, the foot he had dangling from his crossed leg tapping to some tune only he can hear. “ you know, ” ah, he finally speaks. “ doesn’t it get... boring? ” the glass is set on a small table beside the throne. he runs his finger tips along armrest, tracing its carvings. “ the whole, ” he puts on the voice of a certain older hunter. “ ‘get them demons off my lawn.’ bit? ” now his gaze turns to the fallen, bored and disinterested as can be. “ you kick me off, take the throne, i kick you off, take it back, blah blah blah. ” sitting up, the demon uncrossed his leg and and settled his elbows on his knees. “ hell isn’t even what you want, is it? ”

[jerkxbitchx]

Dean wrapped his arms around the other and pulled him close. "Happy Birthday Sammy.." He kissed him deeply.

Sam smiled as Dean wrapped his arms around him. “Thank you Dean.” Sam kisses him back a smile against Dean’s lips.

[collidingxworlds]

@wingsxcrossroads​ said: “ Benny felt his blade going through the neck of its latest kill. That’s all Purgatory was, killing and surviving. He looked over at Dean. “Well that’s taken care of. Still ain’t seen any sign of your feathered friend though...” The vampire never understood how an angel ended up in Purgatory but he had. "Think maybe you and I should find a place to keep safe for the night.." Things always got more dangerous in the dark. ”

Dean kicked the corpse of the monster he had just beheaded. His skin was covered with dirt and blood, both dried and fresh, but by now he was used to the itch that came with it. He wasn’t sure of how long it had been since he had found himself trapped in Purgatory, because the almost never changing grayness made it impossible to distinguish between day and night, but it clearly it had been long enough for him to start adapting to what his life had become.

Wandering around, fighting, seeking a safe place where to rest, clinging to the thought that there would be a way out, to the hope that Castiel was there too, somewhere, and that they would have all returned home.

In one word, surviving.

“We’ll find him,” the hunter replied in a firm tone, hooking his makeshift blade to his belt. “Remember our deal. Either we all leave this fuckin’ place, or none of us does. I’m not leaving him behind. And, again, if that’s not fine with your, well...” He vaguely gestured to the endless forest that surrounded them. “You’re free to go any time.”

Benny had save his life, the day they had firstly met, and he was very different from most vampires Dean had met during his many years of hunting, but that didn’t mean that he was ready to lower his guard and trust the other right away. If there was something the Life had taught him the hard way was that offering your trust too easily or too soon brought you nothing but suffering and loss.

“But yeah, we should find a place for the night. If it can be called that in this damn place. I swear, everything looks the same to me half of the time, no matter the time.”

He ran a hand in his hair. “I think I saw some...caves, I guess, a mile or so behind us. If there’s not some motherfucker in there, they should do just fine. What do you think? Worth a shot?”

[levixthxn-thegirl]

"You don't look like any priest that I've ever met, and trust me pal I've met my fair share of them." - Dean

A curt laugh left his lips that held his cigarette, biting down on the butt to take a long drag, holding the stinging smoke in his lungs before exhaling it through his nose, only a fraction of tension fleeting with that passing breath. His gaze was still on the ground, specifically on the cultist that finally spotted struggling under his boot heel, which was pressing firmly on his neck. Dimitrios wanted nothing more than to squeeze the remainder of life from this foal being. He, at some point, stopped seeing them as human. It helped with removing any grief or shame of staining their blood on his hands. It made it easier to hunt them down and rip their souls off God's earth and throw them straight into Hell.

"You're lucky, then. I'm sorry, though, you have to see this. But, you don't look like someone to be unfamiliar with this kind of work." He glanced over his shoulder, his golden eye staring knowingly at the stranger. The gaze, unlike the brilliancy of the golden hue the eye had, was cold and steely, without any warm or kindness those familiar with the priest was acquainted with.

"Am I right?"

[josephinesrphub]

Over the years, Castiel had ran into several of his brothers and sisters. Some of them still angels and others had fallen. One he hadn't thought he'd ever see was Alistair. Castiel was a fledgling when the other had left Heaven and this was the first time he's seen him since. "What are you doing outside of Hell?" His tone guarded as he gripped his angel blade tightly within the sleeve of his trench coat.

Johnny looks over at the angel as he was approached. "I got bored, Castiel. I was hoping to see if Lilith, or Eve as you may have known her, was reincarnated. In case you have forgotten, I miss having my lover with me. I'm not hurting anybody by being here. My daughter is watching over Hell in my absence."

[hawaiian-hunter]

"Where have you been? Haven't seen you since Bobby's funeral?" Sam asks Kalia. It's not like hunters were known for staying in touch with one another, but they were family and he always thought it was a bit strange that she never reached out to them after their mutual loss.

Kalia looked up at Sam with tears in her eyes. "I'm sorry, Sam. I just...had a hard time adjusting after losing Bobby. I realize now I should have stayed in touch with you and Dean. We could have helped each other deal."

And it was stupid of her to exclude her cousins from her mourning. They lost Bobby too. He'd been a surrogate father to all three of them after all. Swiping at the fallen tears she asked Sam, "Can you forgive me for being stupid and selfish?"