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‘ our dad’s missin’ . sam an’ i are lookin’ for ‘im . that’s right — sam’s here too . ’
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“I think I have a problem.” It was the very first thing past his lips upon seeing her, hands twisting together as his thumb pressed firmly into the center of his palm, a habit from which he was still recovering. “And I haven’t told Dean . . . so I hate to bring you into this, but I think I have to . . . to, you know, just in case? No, alright, hear me out.” Before Lana even had the opportunity to respond. he thrust an open notebook between them, its pages open to show a mess of scribbles and crudely drawn scenery. Neither sides were particularly detailed nor remarkable; just a farm house on one page, a for-sale sign resting in front of it, and on the other, an open field circled by pine trees, flanked on either side by a pair of street lamps, and in the center, something tall and humanoid he’d drawn with wide saucers for eyes, looking straight ahead at the reader. He was almost tempted to wait for a response again, but the buzzing in his veins wasn’t letting him slow—he’d been having nightmares for the better part of a month now—and the lack of sleep had finally pushed him toward his breaking point. He knew it was either tell Lana now or let her and Dean draw their own conclusions on their own, the latter of which he had feared too much to let happen. And given Dean’s reaction to the very first time his visions manifested, Sam wasn’t about to take any more chances. Lana, though, was a far different story; she had always had faith in him, even when she shouldn’t have. It was something he would have felt guilty for if he wasn’t so selfishly relieved by it.
“I think I’m . . . I’m having visions again. Of people dying.”
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bile is quick to rise, sticking to back of throat. SHE’S CAUGHT OFF GUARD. head feels as if it’s underwater, the all too familiar drowning sensation causes chest to rise and fall faster. 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝖼𝗄 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗍, eyes falling to floor. this conversation wasn’t supposed to happen. it was hard enough forcing words out the first time, but a second? she didn’t want to relive it all again. purposely avoiding confiding in lana which in retrospect may of been selfish, but she was still learning how to cope. duct tape and booze seemed to be all that glued her together nowadays, blatant refusal to divulge her inner workings leading her further from those who cared the most about her. for girl you are all sharp edges and ripped seams, father was right, you were poison to the family. of course he’d been jealous of your relationship with mother, but it was fitting it’d come back to bite you in the ass. even own child couldn’t bare having a mother like you. hand hovers over stomach, tears well up in eyes. anger threatens to spill out, bubbling beneath surface at lana’s question. did she really think she was owed an explanation? 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐? without thinking she steps back, creating some distance between them. she can’t reach her gaze, magnitude of the conversation had found itself upon her shoulders. in true maggie fashion she’d underestimated how much of a toll it had on her, believing shoving it down into the abyss would suffice.
HOPE HAD SPARKED WITHIN CHEST, convincing huntress that she could be different, the exception to the rule. that the life they led wouldn’t come crashing down on top of her, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎. how many people made it out of the life? how many of them had families that were still alive? that was the dangerous thing about hope. why would she be any different? she remembers the moment it happened, during a hunt she shouldn’t of been on. steadying herself against wall, her head had been turned away from cooper and dean while she tried to regain composure. that night she’d sat in the shower sobbing for hours, eventually falling asleep there only to be reminded of it all when she woke again. 𝖨𝖳 𝖶𝖠𝖲 𝖠𝖭 𝖮𝖣𝖣 𝖲𝖤𝖭𝖲𝖠𝖳𝖨𝖮𝖭, but it had assured her she wasn’t meant to be a mother. all of this swirled around inside head as the silence remained between her and lana, stomach churning at the memories. she swallows hard before sighing softly, hues flit to friend. a sadness reflects in umber colored rounds, a kind of heart shattering sorrow she’d never shown to the other. ❛❛ it’s not something i wanted to talk about. telling cooper was hard enough, 𝚒 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗’𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚝. ❜❜
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“This couch is all mine, I will push you off if you try to sit down.” Sarah kicks her legs up on the unoccupied part of the couch to make herself clear.
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@inpavidvs sent, ✐ for a random starter.
“you can’t make people listen. they have to come round in their own time, wondering what happened and why the world blew up around them.” ( 831 )
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starter for @inpavidvs .
friendship was a tricky thing. one day you could feel so close to someone - confide in them, die for them . . only to become complete strangers in the next breath. that’s how it felt for jo - her & lana used to be close like sisters before jo’s death. the blonde thought she’d have more emotions upon coming back to life. however, those people whom were left behind that she once called friends, felt more like strangers now. what was this unfamiliar feeling that consumed her? a lack of empathy for those whom she once called family. there she stood - flesh & bone, yet the person looking back through the mirror could not feel more foreign. ‘what are you doing here, lana?’
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@inpavidvs ♡ ‘d for mick !
he was sitting at his DESK when he heard the doors open into the meeting room . he wasn’t expecting any visitors . at least not at this moment . as far as he knew , everyone else was off on a mission and the brit was left doing paper WORK and waiting for phone calls to come in about certain things being taken care of . slowly , he stood from where he sat and moved to the entrance of his office . “ EXCUSE me -- is there someone you’re looking for ? “ mick asked as his eyes landed on the woman .
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❛ Grapevine says you’re the one who... ❜ Eden pauses to gesture at the night sky above them. The constant full moon made spells come far easier, though the hunter-side of her knew that this was only the beginning of a major shit-show. ❛ That’s why you’re here, right? Pack in the next town over? ❜
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‘ if y’er here for an apology, i’m not gonna give you one . ’ he assures . he knows that he did went against what she had asked him to do, but he acknowledges the stakes of abaddon being alive . ‘ goin’ after abaddon was the right thing . ’ his only regret was letting the knight get away .
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@inpavidvs plotted starter.
“Thanks again for coming over, I know the drive to Lebanon isn’t the . . . most scenic route in the world.” Sam had to force himself from wincing. He didn’t like making people come to the bunker lest they had to; it was about as out of the way as it was monotonous. All the roads were overgrown with pasture and lined with nothing but sloping fields on either side for miles. It was difficult to believe there was a town buried at the center of it all or, at least, what was left of a town. All the dilapidated brick buildings with empty storefronts, sun-bleached by time, would have had him believe their home had once been a thriving place of business, likely only seeing its downfall once all the previous Men of Letters had fled. Now, it was just a lonely farming community, biding its time until the last of its residents moved, which Sam suspected, he and Dean would be the last of.
“I just didn’t want to have this conversation over the phone, I guess.” It was hardly as terrible as he was making it sound, but paranoia and countless experiences in the field had left him wanting to play it safe; even if it was with Lana, someone he’d known all his life and trusted far more than he would ever trust himself. “And I guess it’s been a little boring out here lately.” Sam quickly added with a smile tugging at his lips, placing a tray of coffee and two mugs (mismatched souvenirs from different states) on the table between them. “It’s decaf — don’t worry. But uh, I was hoping I could get your help with something.”
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“You have his eyes,” Lana was a babe in her mother’s arms the last time Mary had seen her but now they stood eye to eye and she had a lifetime of hunting on her shoulders. It was easier to see Lana than her own boys but like so many others she was still a reminder of the time that had passed without her.
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❛ look, it can be nice living in a DREAM WORLD. it can be great. i know that. & you can HIDE, & you can PRETEND all the crap out there doesn't exist, but you can't do it forever because . . . eventually, whatever it is you're running from . . . it'll FIND YOU. ❜
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@inpavidvs said : ‘ you don’t seem like the type to do what they should. ‘ + jo harvelle.
jo wasn’t a jealous person nor was she hateful. she didn’t particularly have a problem with lana. though, she found it unfair that her mother was so open to lana hunting but when jo mentioned the thought of going out on a hunt, it was instantly shut down. the other woman’s words caused a scoff to leave her lips, swinging the towel over her shoulders. brows furrow together, turning her focus to the other woman. ❝ and how would you know? you don’t know anything about me. ❞
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send ❔ and i’ll list a couple muses that i’d like to throw at yours! / @inpavidvs
allison argent
luke crain
river darling
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