theghost-queen

[theghost-queen]

"So I guess you can say it's the family business?" Amity said. She felt sort of bad for him. Maybe Amity's mother had forced her to use her powers and made that deal and everything, but at least about the hunting she had a choice. She've chosen to become a hunter, but Dean haven't. "Sorry about your mom," she spoke. Well, at least Dean's mother had made a deal for a good cause, different from hers. Amity still didn't get what the hell her mother was thinking when she made that deal -- giving a five year old child powers over the dead isn't exactly the wisest thing to do, right?

Mini Para || Amity&Dean

Dean knew what she had said wasn’t the whole truth, but he didn’t call her out on it for multiple reasons, the most immediate being that he didn’t plan on sharing everything either. If it seemed normal enough for a hunter, he might say it, but she didn’t need to know about all his crap. “I’m sorry.” But hunting doesn’t make you feel better, it doesn’t redeem you. He paused a moment. “I was born into it,” he said. “My, uh… my mom was a hunter. She tried getting out of the life, but once you’re in, you’re in. This isn’t a job you can quit,” he said, looking at the ground in front of him as he walked. Talking about Mary was hard for him. He’d spent thirty years running from that part of his past, trying to act like it didn’t hurt as much as it actually did. But even if he didn’t notice it, his voice was cracking and it was probably obvious to Amity. “She made a deal with a demon to protect my dad, went south, paid for it with her life. So, me and my dad and my baby brother take off into the hunting business. That’s how I got dragged in.” Angels, demons, they’d been interfering in his life since birth. And he hated it. He just wanted it all to be over, but if Michael and Lucifer were back that wouldn’t happen, not for a long while.

[theghost-queen]

Amity shrugged. "That's okay with me." That's because you never tell the whole story, she thought with herself, but ignored her thoughts. "My life in New Orleans... it's never been really great, you know? After I started living with my grandparents it got a little better, but I've never been acepted by the people in the town, so I was planning on moving anywhere as soon as I graduated in school. But then.." She thought about telling him about the spirit she started to talk with, the one that she was silly enough to trust and instigated her to do all those bad things, but decided against it. She couldn't put all the blame in the spirit--the blood of those people was in her hands, not his. "I got vengeful, angry. I made wrong choices and bad things, lost control of myself. When I realized what I had done, I saw that that was no way I could ever forgive myself. So I thought, maybe if I started doing good things from now, like helping people, saving lives, maybe I'd feel better, or wouldn't be a total monster. So I ran from my grandmother's house and became a hunter." As much as she tried to hide it, she had lied -- talk about that wasn't that easy. "What about you? Why did you become a hunter?"

Mini Para || Amity&Dean

Dean almost didn’t understand it, why someone would want to be a hunter. He was born one, didn’t have a choice, but it seemed like she had. It was mind boggling and if he could go back in time and tell her not to, he probably would. Because the hunting life isn’t one he would wish on anybody. “What made you want to become a hunter?” he asked quietly. “I mean, if you don’t mind talking about it, that is. I know for some people it’s… hard.”

[theghost-queen]

"New Orleans," Amity answered. She hadn't come back to that city since she ran from her grandmother's house to become a hunter. She had called her grandmother to tell her that she was okay, but she just couldn't come back to that place after what she did. "Lived there most of my life, until I was seventeen and became a hunter."

Mini Para || Amity&Dean

Dean shoved his hands a bit further into his pockets. “You don’t know the whole story, but it is definitely my fault.” They all seemed to blame themselves, but Dean knew where the fault really lied. If he would have let nature take its course, stick by the what’s dead should stay dead mindset, none of this would have happened. “I’m from Lawrence — Kansas. Though I didn’t live there very long.” It was a good four years, but everything good came to an end. It was one of the laws of nature. Nothing lasted, ever, so you shouldn’t ever get your hopes up. “And my favorite color’s black.” Maybe a bit cliched, but he didn’t care. “What about you? Where are you from?” If she wanted to do the whole smalltalk thing, fine It would hopefully be a good enough distraction.

[theghost-queen]

Amity wasn't expecting that. She started wondering why the hell the witches thought playing with Lucifer's cage would be a good idea, or if they had opened the gates on purpose, but it wasn't the right time to think about that. Apparently, even if Lucifer wasn't out of Hell, they already had problems enough. She looked calm on the outside, as she was most of the time, even though inside she wasn't that calm. "Well, since I'm in, I'll help to fix it up. And why were you feeling guilty? Doesn't sound like it was your fault at all." She returned to walk, putting her hands inside the pockets of her coat. "Almost forgot this was supposed to distract us. How about... talk about a normal thing? Like.. where are you from, what's your favorite color, this kind of thing."

Mini Para || Amity&Dean

Dean sighed. “Yeah, they’re out. Pretty screwed up, but they’re out. Well, I say they… I’ve only actually seen one of my brothers, but I’m assuming they all got kicked out of their little box.” He paused, wondering how in depth he should go when talking to her. He didn’t know how much she knew already or how much she needed to know. “Some witches thought it would be funny to spring open Lucifer’s cage, and I’m pretty sure a devil’s gate got opened somewhere too. That, or Lucifer’s walking the earth ad rounding up his minions. You got yourself into something big, Amity, and I’m sorry you’re a part of it.”

[theghost-queen]

Amity gazed at him. "They're out? They got out along with all the other souls?" she asked. That subject again. Wasn't that supposed to be a walk to distract them from that? She stopped walking and stood in front of him. "Please, don't tell me these souls are all from Hell too." she said. It would explain the high number of demon attacks lately, but how the hell something like that would've happened?

Mini Para || Amity&Dean

Dean shrugged in an attempt to act like it didn’t bug him as much as it did. “They’re out now, that’s what matters.” He blamed himself for them being in there in the first place, so them being back was good for now. Even if he hadn’t seen Adam and Sam was all broken. Dean was taking it upon himself to fix the kid. If he hadn’t sold his soul, or if he hadn’t caved in hell, or if he would have thought of a better way to gank Lucifer, none of this would have happened. The whole time he was just trying to protect Sammy, but in the end all he did was snap his brother like a twig.

[theghost-queen]

Even with all those things Dean had said, Amity still hoped she would get to meet an angel someday, even if it was just for a few minutes. She read some things about angels sometimes, but it only made her more curious, since each book or site told a different version or thing about them. "I... I'm sorry for your brothers," Amity said. She had already talked to a lot of souls in Hell and, even hearing one or two things about Lucifer's cage, she couldn't even start to imagine how horrible that thing probably was.

Mini Para || Amity&Dean

Dean shrugged. “Pulled me out of hell, kickstarted a war, and shoved my two brothers in a cage with Lucifer,” he said. “And those are just the highlights. They’re manipulative bastards.” It wasn’t like he was trying to scare her off or make her get a bad impression of angels, but it wasn’t like there was much good in them. Especially Zachariah. God, Dean was so glad to be rid of him. He didn’t notice how tightly wound his fists were, or just how hard his fingernails were pressing into the skin of is palm.

[theghost-queen]

Amity laughed a little. "Seems like they aren't really alike those angels we picture when we're kids, huh?", she said. It's not that she had imagined angels with fluffy white wings and all this stuff, but she did imagine them as helpful, merciful beings. "And.. the angels did something bad to you?" Amity asked in a soft tone, almost if she was saying that, if he didn't want to answer, he didn't have to. She just did not want to pressure him, mostly because she felt bad whenever people did that to her.

Mini Para || Amity&Dean

Dean scoffed at the question. “They’re all dicks,” was his immediate response. “Well, most of ‘em at least. One of my best friends is an angel, but god all the rest drive me insane.” They were controlling, uncooperative, and really rude actually. Especially Michael and his gang of douchebags. Dean almost wished they’d all gone down, or even just never shown up. Anything was better than having him there. When he was little, Mary always told him angels were watching after him. Now? Now he wished that had been a lie. Because he didn’t want one of them watching his back. He had Sam for that. “Of course, that’s just my opinion. But if you ever run into an angel, I’d advise you against trusting ‘im. They’ll all screw you over to get what they want. All of ‘em.”

[theghost-queen]

Amity pondered about his question for a second and nodded. She had never seen an angel or any proof that they existed, but she believed them, though she didn't know exactly why. After the almost apocalypse thing last year, it was hard for her not to believe. She looked over at him. "You don't need to apologize about that. It's okay. I... I don't mind when people talk to me about their problems. Actually, it makes me forget my own, and... sometimes putting everything out makes them feel better." She made a pause, looking down at her feet as she walked. "Tell me about the angels. How are they?" Amity was curious about the angels, now that she knew somebody who had actually seen them.

Mini Para || Amity&Dean

Dean shoved his hands in his jacket pockets as he stood and they walked in silence for a few moments. He stood around as she stopped and didn’t pick up walking until she did. After her response, he felt bad about asking. “Yeah, I know how you feel.” He didn’t want Lucifer or Michael back and, well, he got stuck with ‘em both. At least they weren’t being annoying douchebags yet, though that was sure to come. “You believe in angels?” he asked after a brief pause. “I didn’t for the longest time.” A small chuckle escaped his lips and he ducked his head for a moment. “And, you know, when I finally did, my life went to hell. And I don’t know what I’m doing wrong, but I know they aren’t helping. I’ve tried, and they all just —” Dean cut himself off, shaking his head and just letting his feet move for a minute. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t… You don’t need to hear about all my crap, especially if you have your own to deal with. I can, uh, be quiet and we can just walk if you’d like. I don’t have to say anything.”

[theghost-queen]

She started to walk along with him, not really knowing or caring about where they were going. As she heard his question, she stood in silence for a few seconds before answering, because she didn't know exactly what to say. She was feeling stressed because, after dealing with the dead for years, she should've already have at least a vague idea of why all those people were back, but it wasn't too bad. But the thought that her mother could be alive again... that was a different story. "Yeah, uh... Nothing I can't deal with. I'm okay, I guess," Amity said. "It's just... there's this person who might be back too, and.. let's just say that that was one of the last things I wanted to happen." Nathalie Hastings had been Amity's worst nightmare. She used to beat her and give some punishments way worse than a beating, and she was the reason why Amity had those powers over the dead, anyway -- and consequently had killed those people. Of course Amity didn't want her mother to be in Hell all that time, but Nathalie knew that would happen when she sold her soul.

Mini Para || Amity&Dean

Something was right. But all Dean knew to do was out of the picture. He wasn’t saying yes to Michael — at least not as long as there was hope something else would work — and he wasn’t letting Lucifer take Sam again. So what did that leave? He didn’t know what he could do anymore. It wasn’t that easy. “Yeah, I’ll find something. I just don’t know what to do about it right now.” It was frustrating and the fact that witches brought them back didn’t make him like them very much. But if one could open the cage, then could they take what came out and shove it back in? It would be great if that could be done, he’d just need to find a few witches and work some magic. But there had to be a negative to that. “Yeah, I could go for a hike. Let’s do it.” She had a point — it’d help get his mind of it. And if she needed a distraction, too, then maybe it’d be helpful on more than one account. “Are you doing okay? I mean, nothing too bad’s going on, is it?”

[theghost-queen]

"Well, there's always something we can do, right?" Amity didn't know if she actually believed that or if she was just trying to make him feel better about whatever he was worried about. It seemed to be something really serious, so she didn't really know what else to say. Amity had caused some messes before, but nothing so serious. Well, except for that time that she had sent ghosts and corpses to kill or haunt people and was the responsible for 30 deaths, plus sent some people to mental hospitals. She was being influenced by a very manipulative ghost, but it wasn't an excuse to what she did, and she knew she would never forgive herself--so the only thing left to do was forget it and move on. "Maybe you can distract yourself for a while until you find a solution." Amity started to get up. With the souls thing and the possibily of her mother being back, she was also needing to distract herself, and being sort of busy with something (like, in this case, walk aimlessly until she found something to do) helped. "You wanna take a hike? I'm kinda needing to clear my mind too."

Mini Para || Amity&Dean

Dean didn’t fully understand why he was so worried. He stopped the end of the world once, he could do it again. Granted, there had been a big price to pay last time and the solution didn’t solve it for very long, but they could manage. He’d just have to deal with it himself this time instead of letting Sammy get in the middle of it. He shook his head. “Not exactly. Well… Yeah, sort of. but not — it’s a long story. And every bit of it is my fault.” He was the one who broke the first seal, which meant he was the one that got Lucifer started on his road to freedom. He was the one who let him back in the cage instead of figuring a way to kill him for good, or even letting Michael do it. And now, he was the one doing nothing about shoving Lucifer right back where he belongs. “Let’s just say the past is being shoved right back in my face and I can’t do anything about it.”

[theghost-queen]

Amity gave him a slight smile. "You're welcome," she answered. She wondered what was the big mess. She'd always been a very curious person, which was good and bad at the same time. Good because she could learn a lot with that and have an open mind, bad because she had lost count of how many 'Mind your business' she had already heard in her lifetime due to her curiosity. Amity didn't want to ask anything right now and invade Dean's privacy, but.. there were important things she needed to know. She wasn't sure if Dean had the answers, but it was worth to take a shot, right? "Is it.. something about the souls? The people that are back?"

Mini Para || Amity&Dean

Dean laughed. He wished it was that easy, but the apocalypse made it obvious that it wasn’t. Whenever Lucifer decided to come out of hiding, the shit would hit the fan and everything would go to hell again. He was in the middle of all of it. If Michael was out — which he was assuming would be a yes if Sam and Lucifer were — than he might even be bugged by angels again, which would be a real pain in the ass. If this was just going to turn into a round two of what thye’ve already been through, there was no way to just sweep it under the rug, so to speak. And he wished he could. “No, this… isn’t that easy. And thanks, I appreciate that.” But you don’t want to know about all my crap.

[theghost-queen]

Amity knew that feel. It wasn't what she had been feeling lately, but when she was younger she had this talent to get in trouble and mess up with everything. It was never really serious, but people take it seriously. With everyone stopping to trust her and all the harsh critics and scolding of her mother, at some moment in her adolescence Amity got to a point where she started to analyze every single little thing she did or said, and that was why she felt so insecure about herself. "Well, depending of the mess, you can just.. sweep it under a carpet and forget about that, right?" Not the best advice ever, Amity, she thought with herself. "Bad idea. Okay, if you need help or, uh.. someone to talk to, I'm here."

Mini Para || Amity&Dean

Dean shrugged. “Needed some air,” he said, even though he was a good ways away from his motel room. He need a lot of air apparently. “Oh, uh, yeah. I’m fine I just…” He didn’t know whether to answer or not, or how to answer if he did. But so far they’d talked a few times and she seemed trustworthy enough. Hunters could trust hunters. Unless they were Sam or Dean and happened to be dating a demon — but that was irrelevant and not common knowledge. “I made a mess of things and I don’t know how to clean it up.”

[theghost-queen]

"I was just taking a hike and stopped by," she answered, smiling back slightly and distractedly tangling a lock of her hair in one finger--something she always did a lot and never really noticed. "How about you?" Amity noticed he seemed to be a little lost in his thoughts, just like she have been lately. She'd been trying to just pretend the thoughts and concerns weren't there, but it wasn't easy. "You okay? You seem a little.. distracted."

Mini Para || Amity&Dean

Dean had spent most of the morning thinking. Everything that was going on made things a little rough. He still didn’t know who the hell the witches that broke the cage were. He didn’t know how to get Lucifer back in it. He didn’t know how to fix it all. Yes, he was glad to have his brother back, but there were so many problems now and he didn’t seem to be able to mend any of them. He didn’t notice when Amity sat down, focused on the ground as he thought. But he snapped out of it and looked up when she spoke. Offering her a smile, he replied, “Hey… Uh, Amity right? What are you doing here?”

[theghost-queen]

@Dean

Amity sat on the nearest park bench she saw as she started to get tired of walking through random streets. She didn't know the city very well and she didn't really know where she was right now, but it probably wouldn't be that hard to find the way back. She watched the people in the bustling street talking, walking around or doing anything, until she noticed somebody sitting on the same bench as her. He probably hadn't noticed her there either, so she slid on the bench until she was sitting by his side. "Hi, Dean." Amity greeted.

[theghost-queen]

Amity nodded and watched as he walked away. She stayed for a little bit longer in the market, suddenly remembering she hadn't shopped in ages and that she was getting sick of fast-foods. She got a few things, mostly anything with sugar or caffeine--she hadn't been sleeping well since she noticed that so many dead were back, so anything that would help to keep her awake was welcome. She couldn't have a decent night of sleep because she couldn't stop thinking whether her mother was back too, along with all those people. She didn't know exactly how she felt about that thought.

After going out, she walked back to where she'd came from. Putting all the shopping inside of her car, Amity made the rest of her way on foot until she got to Sam's dorm. She knocked at the door and waited for him to answer.

In Need of Provisions

Sam had to laugh, he couldn’t help it. “Yes. Yes, I’m human.” He looked around at the other people in the store, there was no telling who was human and who might not be.  ”It’s not safe to talk about this here.” He said in a low, serious voice. “Meet me back at my dorm.” And with that he took his basket to the checkout. Despite feeling rather shaken up by the encounter, he did his best to appear relaxed and make small talk with the cashier as she scanned his items. He paid as quickly as he could and left the store.

[theghost-queen]

Amity nodded slightly. She picked up a box of cereals and carried it in her hand along with the package of muffins, since she hadn't gotten a basket. "I gotta ask; are you... you know, human?", Amity questioned. "It's just that we just met and we're talking about dead things and resurrection, and you don't seem surprised, like it's not unusual." She knew she was acting that exact same way, but that actually wasn't unusual for her. Maybe it wasn't for him too.

In Need of Provisions

Sam quickly pushed away the disjointed memories her words conjured. “I don’t remember anything. Just waking up and being back.”  He said. He did remember, he just didn’t understand. And aisle 7 of Trader Joe’s didn’t really seem like the place to work through his battered and bloodied subconscious. 

[theghost-queen]