FALLEN.

castiel 🐝 "Now I realize that there is no righteous path. It's just people trying to do their best in a world where it's far too easy to do your worst." charlie bradbury 🖖🏻 "I realized the only way to get away with being me was to be as indispensable as possible." blaine anderson 🎹 "Do you think my dad built a car with me because he loves cars? I think he did it because he thought it might make me straight." rowena macleod 🔮 "You say that like it's an insult. Nice girls, they're pathetic. Here's to evil skanks."

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PETER·:

peter quill was bored. everyone knew it was dangerous for such a thing to happen - even after living in the island for seven years, quill felt like he was trapped in a cage - like one of these little mouse that you could spot in the not particularly funny movies, trying to get out.. before dying and realizing he had spent his entire life trying to get out of a place he could have been happy on, if only he had just tried. he wasn’t going to let that happen to him - no, because he was no damn mouse. he could find certain ways to have fun - his own ways of distracting himself, because.. when he started thinking about everything that he had left behind at home, that was when the real trouble began.

 laying down on a bench in front of his favorite coffee shop, quill sipped a bit of his latte, when he noticed something that made his attention span rise up immediately. that was by far the coolest thing he had seen ever arriving back in earth - at least, whatever version of earth this was and.. he needed to have it. he was going to have them - after all, all he needed to do was snatch it out of the other’s, run away and.. voila!

       simple as that, after all, he had done it a thousand times before. this was just what he did best. peter quill, the thief. peter quill, star-lord, the most handsome scoundrel on the universe. yeah.. that sounded just about right. “hey, you! yeah, you, idiot.. no, i’m not trying to rob you, get back here! just wanna have a little chit chat, that’s all. ain’t that what humans do these days? no, wait, they pay way too much attention to a little mobile device  forgot about that. guess that what happens when you spend about thirty years away from earth.”  he rose up from his spot on the bench, pointing a finger at them, before making his way over there quickly, snatch, run, hide. simple as that. “that is the coolest thing ever in the history of cool things! where did you get it?”  he asked, offering them the most innocent smile he could make up. yeah, right . as if.

“My, my, that’s no way to address a lady,” Rowena commented with a thick Scottish accent. Perhaps a woman of her size should have been more concerned by a strange man bounding towards her, but she was nothing if not confident. If anything, she was mildly amused, unfazed. And of course, she didn’t fall for the act. Could he have made himself anymore obvious? She smiled. It wan’t unlike the other’s, seemingly light and friendly, a cover for something much less innocent. Her hand rose to the necklace laying over her sternum, fingertips resting on the expensive jewellery. With no memory, she couldn’t answer the questions even if she wanted to. Not that she would readily hand over the information to the nosy bugger, anyway. “Oh, this old thing? One of a kind, I’m afraid, my dear. Cost me dearly. Isn’t it beautiful?”

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SAM:

sam was trying not to freak out, but that familiar heavy feeling in the gut of his stomach was making itself known. the way he felt whenever he was separated from his brother, and didn’t know where he was. he hated it. he hated that he was this dependant on his brother, but for over thirty years, they had only really had each other. “oh, god..” he said, running his hands through his hair and letting out a heavy breath. there was no way of knowing if his brother was even alive, he could have been killed by the zombies in that graveyward and they wouldn’t even know. “did he do this? chuck? did he drop us here?” he knew he was asking castiel questions that realistically, he may not have the answer to.

They were good questions, questions Sam should be asking, but Castiel couldn’t help but feel a little less useful with each one, unable to provide his friend with any answers. “That is my suspicion, yes, but I cannot say with any amount of certainty,” he answered. He had no way of knowing for sure. It didn’t add up to him. Chuck had wanted the world to come to its end, he had made that unbearably clear, so why would he then proceed to save two of the three? To watch them suffer without Dean, knowing Jack was dead? But then, why would he have gone through the efforts of raising the dead? And why not separate all three of them? But Chuck was the only being strong enough to achieve this, wasn’t he? Jack would have, perhaps, been strong enough, but he... Jack was gone. The only alternative was the cambion, Jesse, but he had been in hiding for years. Chuck was the only thing that made any kind of sense. “And since I appeared here, I have discovered nothing leading me to answers of any kind.”

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SAM·:

the last person that sam expected to find in this weird alternate universe that they’d been dropped into, was charlie. i mean, sure, she was their friend. not as close as their charlie had been, but since she had come across from her own universe, the one that michael had ravaged, their relationship had become less awkward. however, the fact that she came rushing towards and threw her arms around him, that was unexpected. they’d only hugged once, and that on sams part. in the other universe, he had just been so excited to see her again, he had forgotten that i wasn’t actually her. to this charlie, he was practically a stranger. when she started talking through, his expression morphed from one of confusion to one of shock. the way she was talking, what she was saying. it all made sense. this wasn’t charlie who had been changed by the war of the apocolypse, this was their charlie. the one they saw as a little sister. the last person that sam expected to find in this weird alternate universe that they’d been dropped into, was charlie. i mean, sure, she was their friend. not as close as their charlie had been, but since she had come across from her own universe, the one that michael had ravaged, their relationship had become less awkward. however, the fact that she came rushing towards and threw her arms around him, that was unexpected. they’d only hugged once, and that on sams part. in the other universe, he had just been so excited to see her again, he had forgotten that i wasn’t actually her. to this charlie, he was practically a stranger. when she started talking through, his expression morphed from one of confusion to one of shock. the way she was talking, what she was saying. it all made sense. this wasn’t charlie who had been changed by the war of the apocalypse, this was their charlie. the one they saw as a little sister. “wait a minute.. wait a minute.” he put his hands on her shoulders and looked into her eyes, trying to figure out if this was real life. “you’re charlie. you’re actually.. you’re actually charlie, oh my god.” he pulled her into another hug, closing his eyes briefly. for years, sam had carried the guilt of her death for years, blaming himself for bringing her into the hunt for the book of the damned. the words his brother had told him the evening they burnt her body on the pyre, those words still reverbed around in his head, more often than he cared to admit. ‘i think it should be you up there.’ sam had known at that moment, it wasn’t the mark talking, it was deans grief, and it was justified. sam wasn’t ashamed to admit that he felt the same way, he often did. he was consumed with survivors guilt, almost all the time. all the people he knew that had died, the ones they hadn’t been able to save. what they might have done with their lives, what they might have achieved. why did sam deserve to live when they didn’t?

“okay, so this isn’t going to make any sense..” he said, pulling away and looking down at the redhead. “but there’s different universes out there, not just ours. the one we’re in now, this isn’t ours, but there’s more. there was a universe, where dean and i were never born, we never existed, and we never stopped the apocalypse, and you.. you existed in that universe, and we met you, and you came back with us, to our world. i mean, not you, but her.. but you were the same. the apocalypse, the way between michael and lucifer, it changed you,  but you were still charlie. funny, wildly smart.. but not you. you’re you, and you’re here..” he breathed out in relief, a grin on his face. “you’re here.”

Sam was right. It didn’t make any sense. Not at first, anyway. Charlie didn’t even know how to begin to interpret what he had been saying, but she was smart, determined, and she did her best. 

There were two things that struck her the hardest. One, that there were other universes. By now, she’d figured out something along those lines, what with that show, and how it definitely hadn’t existed where she’d come from. Sure, it could have popped up since her death -- see point number two -- but it had been going on for a long time. She should have come across the show when she’d discovered the books. Then there was the whole thing where she was pretty sure she’d run into Peter Pan, and... what was it he’d said? Something about getting here through a portal? So she’d figured the island was another dimension, or another plane, or... well, another universe. It was difficult to wrap her head around, but the evidence was solid. 

Then there was the more worrying question. How long ago had she died? It had to have been a while, if all of that had happened since. And even worse, why hadn’t she been in Heaven before she woke up here? The first time she’d died she had been, she remembered that clear as day when she’d been resurrected back then. She kept waiting for her memories of her second time in Heaven to pop up, but nothing. Not yet. It was the only thing she couldn’t remember. 

“Okay,” Charlie said, her eyebrows knitting together in concentration as she tried to process all of the information she’d been given. They were in a different universe, and Sam had been in one before. One with another Charlie. That was kinda creepy, and she didn’t like that thought at all. 

“So-- wait. It wasn’t you guys who brought me back? Then who? And how?”

She had so many questions she needed answering, not just about their current situation, but everything that had happened since the Stynes. She needed to catch up, get some kind of idea about what Sam and Dean had been going through before they were all brought here, and maybe it could give them some kind of a clue. One step at a time, though, right? “My translations... did they help? And Dean-- did you guys get the mark off him?” 

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“do you mind if, uh, i sit?” nico mumbled,head pounding and coffee in his hand as he sat on the bench next to the woman. “this place is too full of people….and i’ve been to hades.” he scoffed at himself, black finger nails dug into his coffee cup anxiously. “pleasure to meet you and all that…manners stuff.”

“Not sure if the manners stuff counts if you just say ‘manners stuff’,” Charlie teased, tearing her gaze from her laptop to the stranger and offering a friendly smile. Deciding it was best to not give the guy a chance to see what she was looking at -- lore on alternate universes, of which she was getting nada -- she angled the screen slightly and turned her laptop away from him in a way she hoped was subtle. “Totally agree. Way too many people. But... Hades?” She knew what Hades was, of course. Other than the God, it was the Greek mythology equivalent of Hell. She was more confused about what he meant, because there was no way he meant that literally. 

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NICO:

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nico looked up from his motorbike at the gas station clerk, far enough away that his lit cigarette wasn’t in any danger of blowing them up. “you look bored.” he called to the man, knowing the emotion far too well. “i thought the business of selling oil was meant to be bountiful?”

Bored? Castiel didn’t understand why the man would think he was bored. He was actually incredibly fond of his job even during the quieter periods, which was why he’d kept it in the first place. That being said, he’d never been the most expressive -- though he had never put any thought into that matter, or even realised it was the case -- even after ten years of recognising and acknowledging his own emotions, so he often wore his resting face. Not that the angel was easily taken over by boredom, anyhow. “I’m not bored,” he said, eyebrows knitting together with confusion. 

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RACHEL‌:

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“sometimes i wish i had a guardian angel, you know?” she didn’t mean to ramble to a total stranger, but she’d had a few drinks and couldn’t help it. “i had some shit happen to me back home; someone looking out for me and telling me to chill would’ve helped me out, i reckon.”

Castiel gave a small frown. It was sad, the way some humans thought about angels. They weren’t the gentle, loving creatures people longed for or believed they were. They were soldiers, violent at times, and could be as cruel as any demon when given their orders. That was how Castiel used to be; doing as he was told without thinking over whether it was right or wrong. There were many things he’d done when he was still part of Heaven that he certainly wouldn’t do today. He’d changed a lot since then, and he had the Winchesters to thank for that. Those two men had a stronger sense of compassion than any angel he’d ever met. But he couldn’t tell the young woman that; he knew what faith meant to people. “We cannot change the past,” he said to her, offering a small, warm smile, one he hoped was comforting. He could certainly relate to the feeling of regretting your past. The number of things he’d done wrong when trying to help were colossal, and on more than one occasion, he’d done significantly more harm than good. “We learn from our errors and become better as a result. And the right people help to guide you in the right direction. They serve as your guardian angels.” He paused, tilting his head slightly as he looked at her. “It appears you have something on your mind.”

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So, the toxicology report came back on Lance. Nothing. But the medical examiner said his body showed clear signs that he was killed by Belladonna.

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SAM·:

“an alternate universe?” sam asked, confusion etched on his features. was this gods doing? but why would god flip the switch on their world just to send them to another one? it didn’t make any sense. “well– wh-what about our old universe? what about dean, is he here too?” he asked, a hopeful look in his eyes. if this was god, then what if he’d split them up? what if dean was in some other universe on his own, fighting for his life? what if he was already dead? sam couldn’t bare the thought of it, not after everyone he’d already lost. jack, his mom; again. his dad; again. it was too much. too much to even think about it. “cas, please tell me that dean’s here?”

Castiel’s hope and relief wavered for a moment. He’d assumed that since Sam was here, Dean would naturally be there with him. The two were almost inseparable. So if Sam didn’t know where Dean was, it was entirely possible that he just wasn’t here. Unlikely, but possible. Even worse, he had no answers about their own universe. He felt useless. With no idea if Dean was around, and no knowledge of the situation with either of the universes, what good was he? He couldn’t bring himself to say the words. The thought alone was enough to make his heart hurt, especially when it came to Dean. “I’m sorry, Sam,” he said quietly, with an unspoken Dean isn’t here.

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MOLLY·:

molly isn’t a dense woman. she can feel the intensity of castiel’s stare from several miles away. but she refuses to let it show on her face. she continues to browse the shelf, pretending to have a sincere interest in the poptarts. what they are- she doesn’t know- but they do look pretty. “how what?” questions the witch. she picks up a box and slides her glasses off of her head and onto her face so she can read the ingredients. “is there something you need help with, dear? or maybe i’m … in the way?” 

As innocent as she seems, Castiel doesn’t fall for it. It’s perfectly clear to him that she’s the culprit, as she’s the only other person around, and he knows it wasn’t him. It’s not like such events are unknown to him, not like he doesn’t see things like that all the time. “The slush,” he says as though it’s the most obvious thing in the world, his tone low and threatening, as though he’s ready for a fight. And he is. Not that he’s going to be the one to start it, not without a sign that she’s malicious. There are supernatural beings out there who aren’t out to cause trouble, of course, and really, the only evidence he has that she isn’t human is something she’s done to help him, but he has to be on guard. “You're not human.”

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WILL·:

It didn’t take Will long to spot a stack of napkins and he hurried to hand them over. He seemed to be way more affected than the guy actually covered in slushie and for whatever reason, Will found that weirdly amusing. “There you go,” he said with a friendly smile. “And hey, glad to hear you’re okay.” He followed the man’s gaze to the absolute mess in front of them and winced. “Need a hand with that too? Seems like a pain to clean up and hey, it’s not like I have any other plans.” It hit him just then that he hadn’t introduced himself yet and it’d been over two minutes he’d spent in the presence of this stranger; he could almost hear his mother’s voice saying how she’d raised him better than this. “I’m Will, by the way.”

Castiel furrowed his brow in slight confusion, switching his gaze from the mess to Will. “I don’t suspect cleaning up a frozen beverage will cause me any pain,” he said plainly, not completely understanding the man, though he did appreciate the offer to help. It would take him some time to clean it up alone, but two pairs of hands could save some time. “My name is Castiel.” A long time ago, that would have been followed up with ‘Angel of the Lord’, but things had changed since then. His affiliation with Heaven was no longer what it was, and ‘the Lord’ was... well. He hadn’t been someone Castiel would want to associate himself with for some time now, but even more so recently. Even thinking about him caused an ache in his vessel's chest. “Perhaps a mop would be beneficial.”

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ruth connell, she/her, bisexual. forget what you know about ROWENA MACLEOD, the ( canon ) one from SUPERNATURAL ! they’ve been a 300+ y/o psychic since arriving one week ago. call them the town OCCULTIST ; they’ve got a rep for being AMBITIOUS & INTELLIGENT yet MANIPULATIVE & RUTHLESS, but are associated w/ [ lit candles, long gowns, purple eyes, old books, red lipstick, dramatic eye makeup, fiery curls ]. maybe one day they’ll remember trying to stop jack from attempting to resurrect mary.

I told myself I wasn’t going to pick up another character, but here I am, picking up another character! Rowena is a Scottish witch, who was previously a villain but grew to be more caring over the seasons. I’ve never played her before, but I’m super excited to try. Everything you need to know below the cut!

Family:

Mother to Crowley/Fergus Macleod, though she was pretty much the worst mother ever. She refused to let herself love her son due to the circumstances he was born.

Crowley’s father left Rowena when Crowley was born, told her that he loved her, then left her to go back to his wife. She said that her thighs were still bloody from giving birth when this happened. 

Despite swearing she’d never love another person again after this happened, she did love a boy called Oskar like her son. So much so that she cast a spell to make him immortal (though she later had to kill him as part of a spell). 

The grandmother of Gavin Macleod.

Personality:

When we first met Rowena, she was one of the main villains. She was very self-serving/preserving, and she would do what she wanted with no thought for other people. 

The only loyalty she had was to herself, and she would flip between sides depending on who was winning to make sure she was on the winning side. 

She also sought out power, wanting to be the High Priestess of the Grand Coven. As time went on and some traumatising things happened to her (Lucifer, mostly, but also having to kill Oskar), she grew and became less power seeking and slightly more compassionate. 

She still finds loving others really difficult and doesn’t like making herself vulnerable, but she’s grown fond of the Winchesters and has helped them on several occasions. 

 Very flirty, very sassy, will say what’s on her mind.

Can go from faux friendly and kind to killing brutally in seconds all with a smile on her face. 

Since she currently has no memory, I’m going to be playing her closer to how she was when she was first introduced, then have her develop as her memories return.

Abilities:

Currently one of the most powerful witches, if not the most powerful witch in their universe. 

Immortality, for the most part. She can be killed providing she didn’t previously use a spell to resurrect herself in case things go wrong, but she does not age.

Spell creation -- she’s created at least one spell of her own in canon, so we know she is able to create spells. 

Demon killing -- through the spell Rowena created herself. 

I’ll put this here because there are obviously a lot of things she can do with magic, so if I listed them all I would be here a while.

Weaknesses:

Iron -- her abilities are significantly weaker when she’s bound in iron.

Most (but not all) spells require an incantation so if she’s unable to speak, she can’t cast most spells.

Sam Winchester. Yep. Billie (Death) has said that Rowena is destined to be killed by Sam. 

Other weaknesses are also in the link I put in the abilities section.

Other important points:

Seems to have a thing for archangels, lmao? Hooked up with Gabriel and had a thing for Lucifer. Buuuut maybe she just has a thing for people who are powerful in general. 

Lucifer has killed her twice, and it’s left her traumatised after seeing his true face. She resurrected herself with a spell she cast beforehand. 

I’d say Lucifer is the one thing she’s afraid of. 

After Crowley’s death (his demon death, not his mortal one), she did all she could to get Billie’s attention with the intention of making her bring Crowley back. 

Has teamed up with Sam and Dean on multiple occasions, and has become their ‘go to’ witch. 

Born in the 1600s, though we don’t have an exact year. So she’s somewhere between 300 and 400 years old.

Strong Scottish accent. 

Not good with technology beyond using a phone, and she sees no reason to get better with it. 

Requiem:

As I said above, since she has no memory, she is going to be more like her original self while I play her. This will change over time as she gets her memory back. 

She does not know she’s a witch, at the moment, though when she’s working she unknowingly uses magic to predict/see things, since she’s working as a psychic. 

HOWEVER, she will probably give false information if it will work in her favour. 

Aaaand that’s all for now! There’s definitely a lot I’ve missed out, but I don’t want the intro to get too long. If you’d like more information on her, her full wiki page is here!

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Hey guys! Just letting y’all know that I’m too sleepy to do replies tonight. I might work on Rowena’s intro, but that’s probably all I’m doing today. I hope everyone is well! 

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PEACH·:

          some people just didn’t have.. style. peach supposed it could happen, considering some people weren’t born on the right side of new york as she had been, but.. it didn’t mean it made her less annoyed. still, as she always did, she took it upon herself to help out the other get acquire some taste, even if it killed her (hopefully not).  “really? you don’t want to be elegant? now, that’s a surprise.” not really, considering his choice of clothing, but.. peach was trying to be nice. she was trying to make up for everything she had done over the years and.. being nice to the people who surrounded her was a start. at least, she was trying. “no, not at all. it’s an elegant color, when you can’t decide what else to go for. trust me, i’m an interior designer. i know how to work with the color scheme pretty well.”  looking up and down, peach nodded, moving towards the selection of bow ties that the shop offered, before selecting an orange one. it wasn’t too loud and if the other was smart, he could combine it with a simple outfit. “here. not too simple, not too loud.. and orange can actually look good with lots of outfits. you’re welcome.”

Blaine wasn’t quite sure how to take the way the woman was speaking to him. It was somewhat of a backhanded compliment, and he was well aware of that fact, but she probably didn’t mean it that way. Right? “Well, I like to think that the ones I picked out could look elegant paired with the right outfit...” He furrowed his brow and followed her anyway. If she was an interior designer, she must know a lot about colour. Besides, he’d asked for her opinion, and it would be rude to not listen. But he did like the two he’d picked out, and he liked to believe he had an eye for colour, too. The orange very much fit within his tastes, though. It was vibrant, it stood out, and he was fairly certain he didn’t own a large selection of orange bow ties. It might be a nice change. “Are you sure orange is my colour?” he asked, looking over the woman’s choice. “It wouldn’t look strange on me?”