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{Okay well.....I feel as though my privacy here has been breeched by leaps and bounds. People just can't leave well enough alone. I'm moving blogs, and probably on to something different. Those of you I'm close to, I'll message and let you know where I've gone. Hate how toxic this Fandom can be.}

{If you'd like to know my new blog and to write more with different muses, please let me know. Hit the heart.}

#ooc; miss mun

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{This week has been hard. I'm trying guys. Please be patient with me. I will be here in just a bit.}

#ooc; miss mun

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{Good morning all. The internet went out last night but it's back on today. I have to do a few things around the house today but I'll be here in a bit!}

#ooc; miss mun

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#c; Onyx #Spotify

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{Would anyone be interested if I opened a marvel side blog for Steve, Bucky, and Matt?}

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{Morning lovlies!}

#ooc; miss mun

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Peter was ordering a drink from the bar when he caught a familiar scent on the breeze and felt someone grab his shoulder and turn him around “Petey~” a rather greasy but built looking man leered at him .

Well shit, Peter had no idea his ex would be here . “.. Mason… .. hi..” shit he felt like a deer in a the headlights.

Sam had been waiting at their table. At first he hadn't paid much attention, just looking up a few things for their latest cas on his phone, but he heard Peter's tone change and he smelled a change in him.

His head snapped up at the intrusion, seeing the other's hand on his mate. A low growl left his throat as he got up. He'd be civil until he was forced not to be if it came to that.

"Hey babe sorry, line to the bathroom was long as hell," he stated, eyeing the other.

@untamedlobo

#c; sam #v; bad moon rising

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It was Castiel's turn to raise a brow in confusion. His coat was soaked, though the suit beneath was mostly dry. Not wanting to drip all over the floor, he slipped it off and put it on the rack near the door.

He wouldn't have ever thought of something so trivial in the past, but Dean had taught him enough about humanity to try and not offend immediately.

"I mean something from another world," the angel retorted, his voice gruff, but sincere. Guilt kept tugging at him, begging him to just disappear. He didn't need to cause more trouble. "An entity you have a rather....intimate knowledge of, unfortunately," he explained, turning to face him once more as blue eyes traces the contours of his face.

"I don't want to have to pull you back in, I really don't, but you're the only one I think would believe me...." he trailed off, knowing he was getting ahead of himself.

"My name is Castiel, and I'm an angel of the lord. The being I'm talking about....he is an eater of worlds. A destroyer. Time and time again, I've seen him throughout history end other civilizations, though none have been as resilient as humans."

@scribedhorror

The angel's oceanic hues seemed to be looking through the other. Or maybe into him. He could tell instantly the kind of soul that Bill was and it made him thank whatever lucky stars he still had, if he really had any at all. Blinking away the thought, he realized the man before him would think he was insane. He hadn't put a single thought into how he would present this. Much less how the hell he was going to tell him it was his fault the creature that killed his brother was now killing again. Swallowing thickly, he nodded. "No, I'm not lost. I'm right where I need to be. Bill...I do need your help, but not for the reasons you expect."

He'd seen the confusion that had flitted over the other's features when the door opened. It made it gut twist further. Maybe he was lost. Never in his life had he felt more alone. Never with his garrison and never with the boys.... but now they weren't even speaking to him. He'd done too much wrong. He'd played God, he messed with an already delicate balance. He had broken Sam, and he had become a fugitive of heaven.

Now.....here he was standing before a man that had done nothing wrong. He was standing before a man that could so easily have taken on the life of a hunter, and he hadn't. He lived his life as he was meant to. He had ignored the call of what was out there even after staring it in the face.

He should leave.... It was what he wanted to do. Castiel didn't want to drag him into this hell, or even to his death. It was in that moment the angel made a promise to himself that if Bill died, he would do anything it took to get him and his soul back.

"I have quite a bit to explain to you. I.... I need your help with a being that you believe to be dead."

@scribedhorror

#c; castiel

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"How did you fight it before? Walk me through it," He breathed, still leaning against the car. Maybe it would give him a better idea of what they were up against. So far it seemed like a wendigo, or at least closest to that, but even them some things weren't quite right. Point was, they were tough and weak to fire. He could work with that."

@hawkinsheroines

Sam had headed to the hardware store for a few things he was running low on. This wasnt an unusual trip for him.... lighter fluid, shovels. A large bag of road salt even though winter was over, but the young lady before him, her purchase caught his eye.

Ammo, rope, a bear trap, an axe....

A bad feeling settled into his gut. He tried to play it off like a joke. Pretending he wasn't prying....

"You look like you're getting ready to take someone...or something, down."

(For Nancy)

She already had a cover story if anyone asked her about her purchases. “Hm? Oh I’m going camping. It never hurts to be prepared.” It was an easily believable lie. Nancy wasn’t exactly fond of the woods now.

After she finished paying, she carefully grabbed her bags then turned eyeing the mystery man’s items curiously. “Could say the same about you though.” She quipped and walked away.

@waywardfreewill

#c; sam

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Another Tired Soul || OPEN

{Trying to get my OC a little traffic here too. ANYONE can answer this. Could be a literal angel hearing her prayer, a demon, someone at the door, a phone call.... Whatever you want! Tagging a few people I think might like it. At this point she is just beginning. She is still newer to hunting.}

It had been a long, hard road for the hunter for the past year and a half or so. If she could even call herself a hunter yet. Though she supposed she didn’t have a choice, her mentor, Micha, was gone. Torn to shreds before her eyes a few days ago by a werewolf. She’d been too slow.... 

A shaky breath left her as she blinked the memory away, trying to find sleep, but it evaded her. It never had been something she found easily. At least not since she found herself in a constant land of monsters and terror. She’d started hunting at nineteen after Micha took her in. Her parents had been killed by a demon. The same demon that tortured her for days on end before Micha had found her. That demon was still out there, and she intended to find him. Not tonight though. Tonight all she wanted was to sleep... she hadn’t in days and it was getting harder and harder to function. 

Sitting up in bed, she threw the covers off, her feet hitting the gritty carpet of the little roadside motel she’d stopped in for the night before she padded into the bathroom to wash her face. 

Looking to herself in the mirror once she dried it, she let her eyes slip closed. She didn’t often pray. Hell, she wasn’t so sure she even believed in God anymore despite having grown up in church every sunday, but she didn’t feel like she had anything else left to lose. 

“Please...” she breathed, hands shaking before she gripped the sink.  “Please just help me. Something has to give... anything at this point. I’ve lost the one good thing I had left. I haven’t found my brother. I haven’t found the God damned demon... I’m stuck....” She sniffed as tears started rolling down her cheeks, warm as they fell into the sink. 

@grimmusings , @untamedlobo, @stanfordprepped, @hawkinsheroines , @farrahhairharrington , @scribedhorror, @hauntedxwritings ,

#OPEN RP #OPEN SPN RP #OPEN TO ALL #ANY FANDOM

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Onyx took the ice cream gratefully, opening it up before she got a spoonful. She hummed as she took a bite before she offered one to Peter. "I hope she has your eyes," the hunter hummed, her southern accent woven into sweet words. They'd agreed staying in her home in New Orleans was the best option for now. It was the safest place she knew now that it was warded, though as she got older, they'd have to board up the basement. Or at least that was what she told herself. Maybe they could remodel it.

@untamedlobo

"These cravings are seriously insane. I don't even like pistachios....but all I want is pistachio ice cream," Onyx muttered. She was about ready for their little one. She'd never felt so big in her life. "Our little girl needs to make an appearance soon. This pregnancy shit is for the birds."

Peter could watch her forever, she looked beautiful like this.. positively glowing .. the werewolf felt his heart swell with warmth as he came back into the room with a tub of pistachio ice cream, and chuckled . “She will don’t worry she’ll be here before we know it ..” he was also anxious to have their baby girl out into the world.

He wanted to meet her, to show her everything that he could, share his world with her, he still couldn’t believe he was gonna be a dad . He could only hope he would do it right .

@waywardfreewill

#c; Onyx

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"A little hungry. She had a fever when I picked her up, but I've already healed her. She'd not had an easy life thus far I don't imagine," Cas breathed, holding her close. Sam and Dean were going to kill them for this.... not that they had much say, but their's wasn't a very child friendly life. Maybe while she was little, Cas would find some place to stay. A home base for her so to speak. Of course the boys could use it as a safe house if need be."

@untamedlobo

Castiel's eyed glowed bright with anger. He'd just take out the demon's he and Peter had tracked down for the boys while they were tied up with something else.

He turned, looking for Peter when he heard it, a quiet coo followed by Peter's whining.

"Peter?" He called.

Peter hadn’t been sure at first .. that his nose was telling the truth there was just no way there was a baby here in this demon den.. as his mind put it .

But sure enough after taking care of one of the demons and leaving the other to Cas, he had came upon a bassinet tucked away in a back room, he sniffed at the baby his tail lifting in curiosity as the girl cooed and patted his snout giggling at the large doggy in front of her.

He heard Cas’s call and let out a whine unwilling to leave the baby alone .

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#c; castiel

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Cas knew he probably shouldn't have jumped in. There was after all, an order to things, but it wasn't Peter's fault he didn't have a pack. He couldn't let anything happen to him. "Try to be careful. I'll wait at the trailer for you until you return." He muttered, voice gruff. He would still listen for him though. He didn't tell him that, but he knew he would.

@untamedlobo

The angel sat watching the Peter. Icy hues glued to him.

Castiel understood far more about humans these days than he had in the beginning of his time on Earth, but the lycanthrope before him always perplexed him. His head was tilted just a bit to the side as he frowned.

"You seem uncomfortable today."

Peter hated the day leading up to a full moon everything felt to much to tight, too enhanced .

The Angel staring at him didn’t help matters. The icy blue hues making him bristle as he resisted the urge to snap and bite.

“Nah I’m just peachy .. it’s only the full moon today is all..” he said sarcastically .

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#c; castiel

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Matthew stood in the alleyway still trying to wrap his head around how a man could be talking to him but yet have no heartbeat, something that went against the very definition of life. The lifeless body on the ground up against the brick wall was long forgotten about, something that should have been in the forefront of his mind. “What does my faith have to –“ His question was cut off quickly by an answer he didn’t know how to comprehend. An Angel of the Lord your God. It wasn’t possible. There was no heartbeat to listen for the normal uptick of a lie, but at the same time there wasn’t any deception being woven in the raspy monotone voice.

He stood tense, body stiff as a board, as his brow pinched behind the protective material of the red painted helmet while he tried frantically to piece it all together. A hand raised slowly to next to his ear and fingers snapped twice, testing his hearing to ensure there wasn’t something wrong with him that would make it so he couldn’t hear the man’s heartbeat. The snap was sharp and clear as well as the sound of the heartbeats of the people sleeping in the apartments in the building next to them. Obviously that wasn’t it. Next option; Matt was dreaming. The same hand moved down to hover above the gash on his thigh he had stitched back together the night before and pressed hard, pain shooting up through like hot electricity. He hissed through clenched teeth and quickly withdraw it.  The man was most likely mentally ill and truly believed he was the Angel Castiel. Or there was the impossible notion he was actually… “It’s not…” Matthew finally gasped and took several hesitant steps back, unsure how to process this particular conclusion. The dim light from an access door on one of the buildings cast the vigilante's shadow across the ground of the alleyway, outlining the wings that used to the there.“It’s not possible…Castiel isn’t mentioned in the bible…” He muttered out as if the fact had any real bearing on the situation.

A laugh, rather akin to a scoff left the angel's lips. He shook his head slowly. The human mind was a funny thing, even if he had once been a powerful being. Of course the elders would program him with disbelief. It made perfect sense. "Do you think the bible mentions the names of every host in heaven's armies?" He questioned, looking the other over. He was dressed as a devil, and honestly it was more fitting than he could ever dream up. A fallen angel..... "It would take more eons of time and more pages in a book than the human mind could ever begin to comprehend. I am just one of many."

"I.... can not fault you though, for your doubts. I know sometimes holiness, righteousness.... they're had to comprehend." Even he himself had his doubts these days after all he'd been through, other angels. His father. He often doubted them all. It was why he was on the run. Now though, conversing with a fallen whether he knew what he was or not.... he was sure it would paint an even larger target on his back.

@defectivexfragmented

Castiel didn't often roam the earth without Sam and Dean by his side. Or at least... he didn't used to. Now he was considered an enemy of heaven. A fugitive. He'd sided with humanity instead of his brothers and sisters. He didn't believe though, that his orders had been from their father. Instead, he had to believe someone was breaking rank and trying to make their own rules.

So now, he was rogue, and rather than sticking with Sam and Dean and putting a target on their backs, he was trying to blend in.

That was how he found himself in Hell's Kitchen. It was a place he felt no one would look for him. It was also a place where the evil of men was prevalent.

The angel never had been one to sit back and watch as people were hurt, and this night was no exception. He hadn't meant to kill the asshole though.

He'd seen a kid get attacked by several men that looked like they were going to hoist him into their waiting van.

So much for that idea....

The angel had fended them off easily, though his anger had gotten the better of him. Before he knew it, the jerk in his grasp had been beaten to no end, and his partners had run off. His chest heaved as he heard a quiet, muffled footstep behind him and he turned, coming face to face with someone he'd only seen in papers. The called the man Daredevil. The Devil of Hell's Kitchen himself.

His grip loosened on the assailant's shirt and he let his lifeless body fall with a sickening thud. Forgotten in the wake of the revelation his oceanic gaze was taking in.

"You....you're..." he started twice before he shook his head. On the brick walls of the buildings around them, shadows danced, cast from the smallest lights, and he could clearly see the outline of wings....but they were wrong. Off. He sensed no grace in this man, and he wondered briefly what he'd done to fall.

"I didn't mean to kill him. I was merely trying to assist the child....brother...." he breathed, testing the word on his tongue, seeing if perhaps he knew the truth, though he doubted it. Most angels, the moment they were cast from heaven, their memories were no longer their own.

@defectivexfragmented

#c; castiel

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Not having heard Peter walk up, his words made him jump, though he covered it quickly. Deep green hues moved to the werewolf, an ache growing in his chest. This had been the last thing he wanted. To see him face to face. It made guilt bubble up in his gut. The last time he'd seen Peter, the other was asleep in a run down motel room off 66. He'd watched him sleep for awhile before he grabbed his bag and slipped from the room, disappearing down the highway. He'd had his reasons. Peter was..... he was what others like him wanted to hunt. He didn't want him getting hurt because Dean dragged him into this.

"You can go home. I've got this," he muttered, his words a deep rumble in his chest.

@untamedlobo

Midnight Texas. It was a place Dean had vowed not to go again, yet here he was on the ass of some demon. He didn't want it close to Peter, even if he himself couldn't stand it. He still cared....too much probably, but that had always been the problem.

Sighing to himself, he found an abandoned building and started working on a devil's trap.

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The evening was warm and just starting as Peter stalked up towards the building his footsteps quiet, inhumanly quiet he smelled magic and something else nearby . His town had been having problems lately .. weird problems , people missing , animals dying parts of the land becoming sick he knew demonic activity when he saw it, and he wasn’t gonna let his home get ruined .

He stood in one of the doorways of the building and felt like he got slapped in the face seeing Dean standing there , a million questions and urges rushed through him all at once old feelings starting to resurface .. he took a deep breath to tamper them back down.

“Dean Winchester … must be serious if you showed up..” he spoke eyes glowing slightly in the dim light .

#c; dean

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what you just did was impressive and also very illegal. (For Dean from Frankie)

"Yeah, what else is new. I spend half my time running from the cops," he muttered, though she knew that. They had dated long enough back in the day. He'd been missing her, but he wouldn't ever say that out loud. "Besides, breaking and entering are the least of my worries."

@hawkinsheroines

#c; dean

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❛ do you think the moon is jealous of how pretty you are? ❜ (Richie to Onyx)

"That is both the sweetest, and cheesiest line I think I've ever heard," Onyx mused, her accent thick and sweet. Like the summer air in the south. She missed home in some ways since moving to LA with Richie, but truth be told it hadn't been home for a long time anyway. "I don't think the moon has much to be jealous of baby," She grinned, bringing her glass of whiskey she was holding to her lips. She took a sip, enjoying the burn it lent. "Now I don't know about you, but it's been a long day. I'm gonna grab a shower." Setting her glass down on a coaster on the dresser, she padded toward the bathroom. She slipped her red sweater off and it landed on the gray tile of the bathroom. She continued to undress, letting her clothes land where they may. Leaning in to turn on the water though, her gaze caught the bright red fabric against the tile and it made her freeze. For a moment she was no longer safe. She was bleeding out on the basement floor. Deep crimson seeped into the cold concrete and her screams echoed off mirrored walls of the room that had once been converted to her ballet studio. A cry left her lips as she crumpled into the floor, trembling and shaking as she relived the moments again and again. Torture that lasted days. Nothing left in her body was sacred, not even the wounds he'd left behind. The demon had desecrated her in ways there were no words for. In that moment, all she could do was hug her knees to her chest and try to focus on the sound of the running water.

@perilousxlives

#tw; injury #tw; torture #tw; blood #tw; rape mention #c; Onyx