damneddivinity

[damneddivinity]

"It's an antidote. I don't know if it would work on you since you were born like this, but I'm pretty sure it'll work on Sammy." His jaw was tense. "I know you're happy about this because you have a pack... you're not alone anymore, but you have to think about Sam. How do you think he feels becoming one of the things he hunts, Peter?"

@wolfxdayz

“Dean did you seriously try to hit me with your car ?!”

"What? No.... I would never. I just....I didn't see you. Mayne you shouldn't run out into the street man...."

@wolfxdayz

#replies; Dean

[damneddivinity]

"You and I both know that wasn't the way I intended you to take it, and I know the sentiment isn't lost on you." His red eyes stayed on her as he sat down next to her more gracefully than he had any business being. It was like he merely slid into the floor rather than concentrated movements. The hunter next to him never ceased to confuse Sebastian greatly. She was one of few things in this world that still did really. He knew the gist of her woes he was sure, however, without breaking his promise, he never really could know. "I want to be here for you... but I need you to let me be." Another beat of silence passed. "I know it seems as though things are bleak.... but I can assure you he isn't getting to you. Not on my watch."

@inviciousx

Deep crimson hues danced over the curly haired hunter as she stared into the fire that danced in the hearth.

While he could have burrowed into her mind easily and found the source of her grief, he kept a promise he made long ago. He kept his mind's eye to himself.

Instead, he placed a steaming cup of tea on the table next to the overstuffed couch.

"Penny for your thoughts?" He questioned, gaze still trained on delicate features. "Offering comfort isn't one of my specialties, though for you, I can try." - Sebastian

{cause why the fuck not?}

The hunter huffed in frustration at being pulled from the pits of her thoughts. The fire in the family hearth was welcome company, as she was used to barely controlled chaos by now. Instead, her focus shifted to the steam ghosting off the tea now sitting in front of her. She considered it for a moment, then looked up into the living face of a Roman sculpture. She chewed the inside of her lip in consideration before picking the cup off the table.

She leaned back and held the warm drink close to her chest. “Comfort’s not a specialty? Oh, well— I’d hate to put you out.” she said emotionlessly, settling back to stare at the flames again. Her brow creased momentarily as she thought back on the long silent drive they’d arrived back from only yesterday night, and the scarce three hours of sleep she’d managed. Hunt after hunt, their target seemed to slip further into the shadows, and yet somehow her soul told her he was moving closer than they could ever guess.

#Caroline x Sebastian #Requested Muse #Selective Muse

[damneddivinity]

"A matchbook from where you work?" Onyx hummed, her brow furrowed. "Are there any legends surrounding the Hideout? Or.. uh... anyone strange that's come through recently that seemed out of place?" She needed any and all information. Getting to her feet, she grabbed her bag and stuffed the notebook and pencil away as she followed her out to the car.

@hawkinsheroines

“what kind of psychopath doesn’t use a pen ?” (Emily for Onyx)

"Listen....do you know how often I have to change the things I write down?" The hunter scoffed. Specifically spells. She was always having to change them to make them adapt. Erasing a certain line to rewrite was a hell of a lot easier than starting over just change one line.

"I'm not saying I won't use them at all. I'm saying I prefer a pencil is all, but whatever you have is fine. I just.... I wanna hear about what happened from your side of the story, and I'll jot down some notes, okay?"

[damneddivinity]

"Jessica...." God, every time he said her name it was like a gut punch. "I really think you should just let me go check it out. No reason for us both to go. It could be dangerous....uh with the structure of the building, you know? It's an old place. It's probably best if I just go and bring him back."

@hawkinsheroines

“all that matters is he’s safe .” (Jessica for Sam)

"Listen, we're gonna find him, okay?" Sam breathed, giving her the most reassuring smile he could muster even when having learned her name a moment ago damn near felt like it was stabbing him through the heart.

He couldn't focus on his Jessica though, or her death. He had a job to do and he would be damned if he was going to let his emotions get in the way.

"When was the last time you saw him?"

#Sam x Jess

[damneddivinity]

{On all the blogs tonight. Lets get things done!}

[damneddivinity]

"That was Barbara, right? The redhead that went missing a few weeks ago?" Dean questioned. He'd read about her in the paper. He'd chosen this house on luck of the draw, but maybe he would get lucky.

"So you're saying you were at the party... you said the lights freaked out, but did you see, or hear anything unusual? Maybe smelled something strange? I know it's a weird question, but anything at all that you remember about that night could be helpful." There was a slight pause as he thought it over.

"Can I get the address to the place you last saw her?"

@hawkinsheroines

❝Who are you and how did you get into my house?❞ (Mary to Dean)

Shit....

Dean had thought no one was home. Wouldn't be the first time he was charged with breaking and entering. Though right now it would make his job a lot harder.

He and Sam had been looking for their dad, and while they hadn't found him exactly, they kept finding jobs he'd left for them to do. This one was nothing but coordinates, but they'd led them here, to Hawkins Indiana.

Something weird as hell was happening here. He just didn't know what yet.

"Hang on just a second. I'm sorry...... I didn't mean to scare you. I knocked. No one answered." He shower her his empty hands as he slowly reached for his pocket.

"I work with the FBI...I can show you my ID, okay?" Sure it was a fake, but she didn't need to know that.

#replies; Dean

[damneddivinity]

#Alexander Sterling

[damneddivinity]

[damneddivinity]

A peculiar one, this girl was. Speaking so openly in such a public setting, though he supposed that sometimes hiding in the open was the best move. It had worked for him in the past. Taking another drag from his cigarette, he set it on the ashtray next to his coffee.

"Alexander," he introduced, emerald hues drinking her in. Her red hair....her sweet smile....she reminded him deeply of his Evelyn. "It's a pleasure I'm certain."

His energy focused on hers, trying to read what she was, though he hadn't met a creature quite like her before.

"You'll have to forgive me for being rude, but not all of us wish to wear our abilities on our sleeves. I prefer to keep quiet about my existence."

@hiddenxshadowsx

"You certainly don't smell human...And I have to say I've never come across a scent like yours before..." (Audrey to Alexander)

"Do you normally go about telling people you don't think they're human? Might get you a few odd looks love, even if you are right," Alexander smirked, his accent thick as he lit a cigarette.

"I get the sense you probably aren't either then...."

@hiddenxshadowsx

[damneddivinity]

Moving closer, Dean's arms went around her, a smile on his lips as he leaned in, pressing a kiss to her's. He'd never in his life thought that he could get to this place with someone, yet here he was. Sure, they had ups and downs, but things were good.

"Yeah that sounds like a plan," he nodded once he'd finally pulled back a little.

"I like the sound of making it a date. Maybe once we're done, we can get some take out, have a few drinks, and decorate it, huh?" He mused, deciding it sounded like a good idea. There was no better way to spend a Friday night that he could think of.

@hiddenxshadowsx

“Oh, aren’t these Christmas lights beautiful?” Audrey asked having just finished putting them up around the corners of the living room. She was still standing on the little ladder and looked over at Dean,"Wanna hand me the Mistle toe while I'm up here?" She hummed.

"Only if I get a kiss for it. That's the price of paying the mistletoe delivery man," Dean teased. He couldn't believe they'd bought a place. Sure, it had been with stolen money, but no one else needed to know that. Things with Audrey were just constantly different than they had been with anyone else. He sauntered over, handing over the mistletoe. "Yeah babe, looks great. I uh... you wanna pick out a tree tomorrow?" In truth, Dean didn't really remember ever having a Christmas tree.

@hiddenxshadowsx

[damneddivinity]

"I uh....i appreciate that. I haven't found everything I'm looking for yet though no. I just.... it doesn't make any sense. I feel stumped for the first time in a long time."

Neither he nor Sam knew what to think about this town and whatever the hell was going on here. The monsters were like nothing they'd ever seen, and they came from somewhere totally different. How did you fight something like that? The one thing they did know, was that if it bleeds, it dies.

He at least took comfort in that.

"It's kinda late for you to be out though, isn't it?"

@hawkinsheroines

“Now why are you out here alone in the cold?” (Dean from Mary)

It had been a damn week and still nothing. Weird shit kept happening in the little town of Hawkins, and Dean had no more of an idea of what he was dealing with than he had when he'd gotten here.

Steam rose from his breath into the cool air as he sat on the bench in the park, his eyes closed. That was until he heard Mary's voice. "Oh... hey. Uh... Just thinking," He replied honestly, though he didn't feel the need to tell her what he was thinking about. She'd think he was nuts. "I could ask you the same thing."

@hawkinsheroines

#replies; Dean

[damneddivinity]

Fear was a strange thing. Sometimes it could be crippling like this, though most of the time it was what made up most of her resolve. She used it as fuel more often than she'd like to admit.

Feeling Daryl's hands on her shoulders helped drag her from the memory that clung to her mind like a veil, though it didn't lessen the pain. What had happened to her was horrendous. Her scars were proof enough of that, but there were some things, sights and sounds, even smells that she would never be able to think of the same.

Trying to take a deep breath to refill her aching lungs, she shuffled, wiping at the tears on her face. The hunter was stuck between wanting to let him hold her, and wanting to tear away. Wanting to hide and let the feeling pass. Instead though, she rested her forehead against his arm.

"I just....it was like staring at a pool of blood. Of my blood. I...." she had a hard time getting the words out, wanting to catch in her throat and strangle her.

"It just made me remember things I don't want to."

@hiddenxshadowsx

I got you.  I got you. (Daryl to Onyx)

It wasn't often that Onyx allowed herself the luxury of being vulnerable, but right now it was all she could manage as tears flowed down her cheeks. Her fingers curled into the fabric of Daryl's shirt as she clung to him. Each breath she sucked in made her chest heave. Every whimper she tried to silence echoed off the smooth bathroom walls in the bunker. It had become their new safe haven. Them, the boys, and Piper.

"I... I'm sorry...." She choked, hating the weakness she was showing. It was stupid really... emerald hues locked onto the stupid red sweater sprawled across the floor.

She'd been getting ready to take a shower. That was all... but when she'd peeled the crimson colored sweater from her frame and it landed in the floor, something within her wasn't in the bunker anymore.

She was suddenly eighteen, barely an adult, toes barely brushing the rough concrete floor as blood pooled around her feet from the gaping wound in her back. It had been quick; nearly instantaneous that she was able to pull herself from the flashback, but the result was still lingering.

@hiddenxshadowsx

#replies; Onyx #Onyx x Daryl; savior with a crossbow

[damneddivinity]

Supernatural 6x3

[damneddivinity]

[damneddivinity]

The demon cooked his head as he watched her every move. The way she slapped his hand away made an almost gentle sounding chuckle leave vile lips. A simple slap on the wrist for someone that had caused far more carnage than she could ever imagine. It was laughable.

Instead of pulling his hand away, it simply tangled in her hair, forcing her eyes upon him. Pale skin seemed to crack and splinter with black veins becoming visible, showing her far more of his true self.

Ryat chuckled, licking his lips that might as well have dripped venom with every word that fell from them.

"Sweetheart, I think we both know you aren't a killer. Not of people. You really want daddy back that bad? It's cute that you think he'll ever be normal again....things aren't ever going back to how they were. I'm sure you're not naive enough to think they would, right?"

@hiddenxshadowsx

"I need answers and I think you are the one that might have some of them." (Taylor to Ryat)

The demon grinned, watching the hunter, his hazel hues turning a sickening crimson as he stepped closer. His form wasn't all too threatening. Not in looks alone, but the aura he emitted was stifling, unsettling.

"You want answers... well they aren't free. What are you willing to give?" He asked, a nimble finger moving under Taylor's chin to keep her gaze on his.

@hiddenxshadowsx

#replies; Ryat

[damneddivinity]

{Good morning lovlies! I'm here for the day and really wanting to get some things rolling. Sorry I've been MIA with the holidays. }

#ooc; out of cigarettes

[damneddivinity]

"I love you too, and I know she does too. She gets excited to hear your voice," She hummed, her hands going to her belly as she watched him.

"I'm glad to have the nursery done finally." Settling into the manor in Louisiana, they'd redone a lot of the house to fit their growing little family.

@wolfxdayz

Onyx was restless as they moved about the manor. She'd taken Peter back home with her to New Orleans, deciding that having the baby there was the best option.

Seven months along, she was feeling huge as she paced the floor, looking for a distraction of any kind. Normally she would have found a j9b to do, but right now she was trying to stay out of the life....hunting wasn't her place in the world anymore and she knew it.

"I feel like a freaking house."

Peter looked up from where he was pushing the finally finished crib against the wall of their room, and smiled at Onyx he was never so in love .

“And yet you look like a swimsuit model” he grinned “come here babe “

#replies; Onyx