Christian Campbell

The name's Christian. Up until very recently I was a demon. But I fought against that sucker tooth and nail until he left. Though I might have had a bit of help from my pain in the ass cousin. But we don't talk about that. I'm not the best hunter in the world, in fact I'm a rather crappy one, can't really hold a gun, don't have a clue what I'm supposed to do for research, but I am great at fixing people up. So if you ever have some gaping wound you need help with, I'm your man.

[thelostandforgottenwinchest-blog]

blackeyedsoup:

[blackeyedsoup-blog]

“Yeah, that’s the one,” Christian noticed Adam eyeing him as he took the sigil. Of course, he was checking to see if holding it had any effect on Christian.

Adam smiled, seeming contented with his test and finally believing that Christian was human, “Awesome. So… what do we do now?”

“Sounds to me like we need to have a little family reunion and find Sam and Dean.  Or the nearest tattoo parlor.”  He stepped out of his corner but just to go sit down and lay his arms and head on the table, feeling exhausted.  “Or curl up like a pile of puppies and have a nap.”

"Hmm, sleep," Christian smiled slightly, "I like that idea. Get some rest and then track down Sam and Dean tomorrow."

[blackeyedsoup-blog]

“Mark,” Christian groaned, “don’t do that, buddy,” he sighed, “it’s not your fault I got possessed. Demons are really good actors, y’know.” Christian didn’t mention the fact that the demon inside him had completely changed his personality. Demon Christian was nothing like Real Christian. But Mark felt bad enough as it was.

[mark-campbell-blog]

Mark’s already in his corner of shame with his arms crossed in a pout.  “Maybe we should look into some tattoos like Sam and Dean have just to be safe this time around…”  Now that he’s going through some of the things Christian did in the past year in his mind it’s becoming painfully obvious that there was something more wrong than just him and his wife not being able to have a baby.  He figured he was just going through a rough time and stressed with that and Sam and Samuel showing up and whatever sketchy ethnics Crowley was forcing them into.

[thelostandforgottenwinchest-blog]

“Now that is actually a really good idea,” Adam piped up, “I think I remember seeing those,” he looked around for a piece of paper and a pen. When he found it he started scribbling down the star surrounded by flames that he remembered seeing on his brother’s chests, “It looks something like this if we’re talking about the same tattoo,” he handed the paper to Christian. 

[blackeyedsoup-blog]

"Yeah, that's the one," Christian noticed Adam eyeing him as he took the sigil. Of course, he was checking to see if holding it had any effect on Christian.

[thelostandforgottenwinchest-blog]

Adam looks to Mark. Christian hadn’t seemed like he was going to try anything but that doesn’t mean he hasn’t just been playing human.

[mark-campbell-blog]

Mark gets hit by a wave of guilt and stares at Christian like a kicked puppy because one of the only guys he’s close to and trusts was being hijacked by a demon and he didn’t even notice.  “Wh-what do you mean possessed?  How long?”  He’s got holy water in his pocket but he can’t bring himself to splash it at Christian.

[blackeyedsoup-blog]

“I don’t exactly remember but… sometime before Sam showed up. Then a couple a months after you got killed Dean ganked me with that fancy knife of his killed it as well. I’m fine now though…”

[thelostandforgottenwinchest-blog]

Adam still wasn’t sure. He wanted to trust Christian, but wasn’t sure if he should.

[mark-campbell-blog]

Mark is still looking at Christian like a kicked puppy.  “Fine NOW but what kind of cousin doesn’t notice his cousin being possessed?  I’m supposed to be a damn hunter and…”  He sulks off to his corner of shame.

[blackeyedsoup-blog]

"Mark," Christian groaned, "don't do that, buddy," he sighed, "it's not your fault I got possessed. Demons are really good actors, y'know." Christian didn't mention the fact that the demon inside him had completely changed his personality. Demon Christian was nothing like Real Christian. But Mark felt bad enough as it was.

[blackeyedsoup-blog]

“You got any connection to the Winchesters, Adam?” Christian asked, “Or anyone that would be willing to sell their soul to get you out?”

[mark-campbell-blog]

Mark was watching Christian now instead of Adam as they went round and round the cousin and soul-selling merry go round.  Him and Christian weren’t brothers or even closely related cousins but he still found himself thinking that if Christian had died before Mark, maybe Mark would have made a deal to get him back.  Which still bothers him that neither of them know how they came back to life but if Adam is related maybe it’s a family ordeal.  Maybe someone in Hell just didn’t want any Campbell or Winchesters down there anymore.

[thelostandforgottenwinchest-blog]

“I…” Adam took a deep breath. Sam and Dean better not have sold their souls to get hims out. “I’m their brother,” Adam smiled slightly, watching as Christian and Mark processed this.

[blackeyedsoup-blog]

“Their brother?” Christian smirked, “You mean the one that got eaten by a ghoul?”

[thelostandforgottenwinchest-blog]

Adam rolled his eyes, “Yes, the one that got eaten by a ghoul.”

[mark-campbell-blog]

Mark’s starting to think that this family is jinxed to just keep dying and keep coming back to die again.  “So if that makes you related to us, d’ya want to stick around here?” 

[thelostandforgottenwinchest-blog]

“I was actually really hoping to find Sam and Dean,” Adam said, hitching is thumbs in his pockets, “You guys wouldn’t happen to know where they are, would ‘ya?”

[blackeyedsoup-blog]

Christian shrugged, “I haven’t seen him since he stabbed me in the back,” he looked to Mark, expectantly.

[mark-campbell-blog]

Mark shrugs back.  “Don’t look at me.  I died before you- wait.  What do you mean stabbed you in the back?”

[blackeyedsoup-blog]

“Heh,” Christian laughs nervously, “I was kinda… not exactly myself last year…”  

[thelostandforgottenwinchest-blog]

Adam tenses, “You mean possessed? Dean stabbed you with that fancy smancey knife of his, didn’t he?” Adam looks around for some holy water but realizes that it would just look like normal water and he would have no way of telling the difference. 

[blackeyedsoup-blog]

“Yeah… but I’m not possessed any more, I swear,” Christian puts his hands up, “you can even check if you like?”

[thelostandforgottenwinchest-blog]

Adam looks to Mark. Christian hadn’t seemed like he was going to try anything but that doesn’t mean he hasn’t just been playing human.

[mark-campbell-blog]

Mark gets hit by a wave of guilt and stares at Christian like a kicked puppy because one of the only guys he’s close to and trusts was being hijacked by a demon and he didn’t even notice.  “Wh-what do you mean possessed?  How long?”  He’s got holy water in his pocket but he can’t bring himself to splash it at Christian.

[blackeyedsoup-blog]

"I don't exactly remember but... sometime before Sam showed up. Then a couple a months after you got killed Dean ganked me with that fancy knife of his killed it as well. I'm fine now though..."

[blackeyedsoup-blog]

“You got any connection to the Winchesters, Adam?” Christian asked, “Or anyone that would be willing to sell their soul to get you out?”

[mark-campbell-blog]

Mark was watching Christian now instead of Adam as they went round and round the cousin and soul-selling merry go round.  Him and Christian weren’t brothers or even closely related cousins but he still found himself thinking that if Christian had died before Mark, maybe Mark would have made a deal to get him back.  Which still bothers him that neither of them know how they came back to life but if Adam is related maybe it’s a family ordeal.  Maybe someone in Hell just didn’t want any Campbell or Winchesters down there anymore.

[thelostandforgottenwinchest-blog]

“I…” Adam took a deep breath. Sam and Dean better not have sold their souls to get hims out. “I’m their brother,” Adam smiled slightly, watching as Christian and Mark processed this.

[blackeyedsoup-blog]

“Their brother?” Christian smirked, “You mean the one that got eaten by a ghoul?”

[thelostandforgottenwinchest-blog]

Adam rolled his eyes, “Yes, the one that got eaten by a ghoul.”

[mark-campbell-blog]

Mark’s starting to think that this family is jinxed to just keep dying and keep coming back to die again.  “So if that makes you related to us, d’ya want to stick around here?” 

[thelostandforgottenwinchest-blog]

“I was actually really hoping to find Sam and Dean,” Adam said, hitching is thumbs in his pockets, “You guys wouldn’t happen to know where they are, would ‘ya?”

[blackeyedsoup-blog]

Christian shrugged, “I haven’t seen him since he stabbed me in the back,” he looked to Mark, expectantly.

[mark-campbell-blog]

Mark shrugs back.  “Don’t look at me.  I died before you- wait.  What do you mean stabbed you in the back?”

[blackeyedsoup-blog]

“Heh,” Christian laughs nervously, “I was kinda… not exactly myself last year…”  

[thelostandforgottenwinchest-blog]

Adam tenses, “You mean possessed? Dean stabbed you with that fancy smancey knife of his, didn’t he?” Adam looks around for some holy water but realizes that it would just look like normal water and he would have no way of telling the difference. 

[blackeyedsoup-blog]

"Yeah... but I'm not possessed any more, I swear," Christian puts his hands up, "you can even check if you like?"

[blackeyedsoup-blog]

“You got any connection to the Winchesters, Adam?” Christian asked, “Or anyone that would be willing to sell their soul to get you out?”

[mark-campbell-blog]

Mark was watching Christian now instead of Adam as they went round and round the cousin and soul-selling merry go round.  Him and Christian weren’t brothers or even closely related cousins but he still found himself thinking that if Christian had died before Mark, maybe Mark would have made a deal to get him back.  Which still bothers him that neither of them know how they came back to life but if Adam is related maybe it’s a family ordeal.  Maybe someone in Hell just didn’t want any Campbell or Winchesters down there anymore.

[thelostandforgottenwinchest-blog]

“I…” Adam took a deep breath. Sam and Dean better not have sold their souls to get hims out. “I’m their brother,” Adam smiled slightly, watching as Christian and Mark processed this.

[blackeyedsoup-blog]

“Their brother?” Christian smirked, “You mean the one that got eaten by a ghoul?”

[thelostandforgottenwinchest-blog]

Adam rolled his eyes, “Yes, the one that got eaten by a ghoul.”

[mark-campbell-blog]

Mark’s starting to think that this family is jinxed to just keep dying and keep coming back to die again.  “So if that makes you related to us, d’ya want to stick around here?” 

[thelostandforgottenwinchest-blog]

“I was actually really hoping to find Sam and Dean,” Adam said, hitching is thumbs in his pockets, “You guys wouldn’t happen to know where they are, would ‘ya?”

[blackeyedsoup-blog]

Christian shrugged, “I haven’t seen him since he stabbed me in the back,” he looked to Mark, expectantly.

[mark-campbell-blog]

Mark shrugs back.  “Don’t look at me.  I died before you- wait.  What do you mean stabbed you in the back?”

[blackeyedsoup-blog]

"Heh," Christian laughs nervously, "I was kinda... not exactly myself last year..."  

[blackeyedsoup-blog]

“You got any connection to the Winchesters, Adam?” Christian asked, “Or anyone that would be willing to sell their soul to get you out?”

[mark-campbell-blog]

Mark was watching Christian now instead of Adam as they went round and round the cousin and soul-selling merry go round.  Him and Christian weren’t brothers or even closely related cousins but he still found himself thinking that if Christian had died before Mark, maybe Mark would have made a deal to get him back.  Which still bothers him that neither of them know how they came back to life but if Adam is related maybe it’s a family ordeal.  Maybe someone in Hell just didn’t want any Campbell or Winchesters down there anymore.

[thelostandforgottenwinchest-blog]

“I…” Adam took a deep breath. Sam and Dean better not have sold their souls to get hims out. “I’m their brother,” Adam smiled slightly, watching as Christian and Mark processed this.

[blackeyedsoup-blog]

“Their brother?” Christian smirked, “You mean the one that got eaten by a ghoul?”

[thelostandforgottenwinchest-blog]

Adam rolled his eyes, “Yes, the one that got eaten by a ghoul.”

[mark-campbell-blog]

Mark’s starting to think that this family is jinxed to just keep dying and keep coming back to die again.  “So if that makes you related to us, d’ya want to stick around here?” 

[thelostandforgottenwinchest-blog]

“I was actually really hoping to find Sam and Dean,” Adam said, hitching is thumbs in his pockets, “You guys wouldn’t happen to know where they are, would ‘ya?”

[blackeyedsoup-blog]

Christian shrugged, "I haven't seen him since he stabbed me in the back," he looked to Mark, expectantly.

[thelostandforgottenwinchest-blog]

“A very powerful friend whose name I’m not comfortable revealing?” I eyed their reaction. Mark was as silent as ever and Christian just smirked.

[blackeyedsoup-blog]

“It was a demon wasn’t it?” I joked, “Only kind of friend that could get you out of there, right?”

[thelostandforgottenwinchest-blog]

“I am not friends with a demon!’ I snapped. Though Michael and I hadn’t been on best terms at first, eventually I realized that he couldn’t control what the other angels did to get him a vessel. Plus, he did all he could to protect me from Lucifer. I would not stand for them calling him a demon.

[blackeyedsoup-blog]

“Geez, relax, man. I was only kidding,” I put my hands up in front of me, palms toward Adam to show I meant no harm, “there are plenty of other things that could spring you…” I contemplated for a minute, “like… like… Mark, you got anything?”

[mark-campbell-blog]

Mark had been watching with a poker face and quietly thinking to himself about the situation.  Or daydreaming about what he’d be doing right now if he had a normal life but he wouldn’t tell anyone that.  “Like someone who cares about him making a crossroads deal?  The Winchesters seem to enjoy going around that circle.”

[thelostandforgottenwinchest-blog]

Adam contemplated this. Did Sam and Dean really care enough about him to do that? Would any demon make that deal with them? Of course, gladly. Any demon would be proud to make that deal. Getting their two greatest enemies in the pit and out of the way in place of their worthless half-brother. 

But still, would Sam and Dean make that deal?

Adam wasn’t sure, but he was sure hoping they cared about him enough.

[blackeyedsoup-blog]

“You got any connection to the Winchesters, Adam?” Christian asked, “Or anyone that would be willing to sell their soul to get you out?”

[mark-campbell-blog]

Mark was watching Christian now instead of Adam as they went round and round the cousin and soul-selling merry go round.  Him and Christian weren’t brothers or even closely related cousins but he still found himself thinking that if Christian had died before Mark, maybe Mark would have made a deal to get him back.  Which still bothers him that neither of them know how they came back to life but if Adam is related maybe it’s a family ordeal.  Maybe someone in Hell just didn’t want any Campbell or Winchesters down there anymore.

[thelostandforgottenwinchest-blog]

“I…” Adam took a deep breath. Sam and Dean better not have sold their souls to get hims out. “I’m their brother,” Adam smiled slightly, watching as Christian and Mark processed this.

[blackeyedsoup-blog]

"Their brother?" Christian smirked, "You mean the one that got eaten by a ghoul?"

[thelostandforgottenwinchest-blog]

“A very powerful friend whose name I’m not comfortable revealing?” I eyed their reaction. Mark was as silent as ever and Christian just smirked.

[blackeyedsoup-blog]

“It was a demon wasn’t it?” I joked, “Only kind of friend that could get you out of there, right?”

[thelostandforgottenwinchest-blog]

“I am not friends with a demon!’ I snapped. Though Michael and I hadn’t been on best terms at first, eventually I realized that he couldn’t control what the other angels did to get him a vessel. Plus, he did all he could to protect me from Lucifer. I would not stand for them calling him a demon.

[blackeyedsoup-blog]

“Geez, relax, man. I was only kidding,” I put my hands up in front of me, palms toward Adam to show I meant no harm, “there are plenty of other things that could spring you…” I contemplated for a minute, “like… like… Mark, you got anything?”

[mark-campbell-blog]

Mark had been watching with a poker face and quietly thinking to himself about the situation.  Or daydreaming about what he’d be doing right now if he had a normal life but he wouldn’t tell anyone that.  “Like someone who cares about him making a crossroads deal?  The Winchesters seem to enjoy going around that circle.”

[thelostandforgottenwinchest-blog]

Adam contemplated this. Did Sam and Dean really care enough about him to do that? Would any demon make that deal with them? Of course, gladly. Any demon would be proud to make that deal. Getting their two greatest enemies in the pit and out of the way in place of their worthless half-brother. 

But still, would Sam and Dean make that deal?

Adam wasn’t sure, but he was sure hoping they cared about him enough.

[blackeyedsoup-blog]

"You got any connection to the Winchesters, Adam?" Christian asked, "Or anyone that would be willing to sell their soul to get you out?"

[thelostandforgottenwinchest-blog]

I froze. Shit. They knew him. They knew him and I was screwed. I had to get out of here. I first worked on relaxing. Christian hadn’t seemed to notice how I’d freaked but that didn’t really mean anything. He could just be pretending to not notice. 

I looked to the door. I couldn’t skip now, they would know something was up, but I had to leave as soon as I could.

[blackeyedsoup-blog]

Adam went stiff beside me. So he knew who we were talking about. “Oh yeah! Bobby, that was his name!” I stood up and went to put the first aid kit away. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Adam stand slowly, “I’m amazed we didn’t see him more often with how good of friends he was with Sam and Dean.”

[thelostandforgottenwinchest-blog]

I tried my best to stifle a gasp. They knew Sam and Dean. Was that good or bad? The thing I wanted most was to just get back to them. Find my brothers. Would Christian and Mark be able to help me? 

[mark-campbell-blog]

Mark’s not saying anything but he’s keeping an eye on Adam to make sure he doesn’t try anything when he sees him start acting weird.

[blackeyedsoup-blog]

“So, Adam,” I rinsed my hands off in the old rusty sink, “how’d you get so badly hurt, anyway. I mean, those were some nasty cuts and bruises. Get in a fight with a pissed off hellhound or something?”

[thelostandforgottenwinchest-blog]

I forced a laugh, “Well that’s pretty close.” It was clear that Mark apparently shouldn’t be alive and I had a hunch that Christian shouldn’t either. Plus, by the fact that they knew Sam, Dean, and Bobby, I was pretty sure they were hunters. 

“I was…” I paused for a minute still not sure if I wanted to say it or not, “I was in hell.”

[blackeyedsoup-blog]

Well that was an unexpected turn, “Hell? Like THE hell. With the devil and everything? How the heck did you get out?”

[thelostandforgottenwinchest-blog]

“I had a little help from a friend,” I shrugged. Still not sure if I could trust them with this or if telling them about Michael was the best idea.

[blackeyedsoup-blog]

“A friend? What kind of friend has the power to spring you from hell, and where can I find one?”  

[thelostandforgottenwinchest-blog]

“A very powerful friend whose name I’m not comfortable revealing?” I eyed their reaction. Mark was as silent as ever and Christian just smirked.

[blackeyedsoup-blog]

“It was a demon wasn’t it?” I joked, “Only kind of friend that could get you out of there, right?”

[thelostandforgottenwinchest-blog]

“I am not friends with a demon!’ I snapped. Though Michael and I hadn’t been on best terms at first, eventually I realized that he couldn’t control what the other angels did to get him a vessel. Plus, he did all he could to protect me from Lucifer. I would not stand for them calling him a demon.

[blackeyedsoup-blog]

"Geez, relax, man. I was only kidding," I put my hands up in front of me, palms toward Adam to show I meant no harm, "there are plenty of other things that could spring you..." I contemplated for a minute, "like... like... Mark, you got anything?"

[thelostandforgottenwinchest-blog]

I froze. Shit. They knew him. They knew him and I was screwed. I had to get out of here. I first worked on relaxing. Christian hadn’t seemed to notice how I’d freaked but that didn’t really mean anything. He could just be pretending to not notice. 

I looked to the door. I couldn’t skip now, they would know something was up, but I had to leave as soon as I could.

[blackeyedsoup-blog]

Adam went stiff beside me. So he knew who we were talking about. “Oh yeah! Bobby, that was his name!” I stood up and went to put the first aid kit away. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Adam stand slowly, “I’m amazed we didn’t see him more often with how good of friends he was with Sam and Dean.”

[thelostandforgottenwinchest-blog]

I tried my best to stifle a gasp. They knew Sam and Dean. Was that good or bad? The thing I wanted most was to just get back to them. Find my brothers. Would Christian and Mark be able to help me? 

[mark-campbell-blog]

Mark’s not saying anything but he’s keeping an eye on Adam to make sure he doesn’t try anything when he sees him start acting weird.

[blackeyedsoup-blog]

“So, Adam,” I rinsed my hands off in the old rusty sink, “how’d you get so badly hurt, anyway. I mean, those were some nasty cuts and bruises. Get in a fight with a pissed off hellhound or something?”

[thelostandforgottenwinchest-blog]

I forced a laugh, “Well that’s pretty close.” It was clear that Mark apparently shouldn’t be alive and I had a hunch that Christian shouldn’t either. Plus, by the fact that they knew Sam, Dean, and Bobby, I was pretty sure they were hunters. 

“I was…” I paused for a minute still not sure if I wanted to say it or not, “I was in hell.”

[blackeyedsoup-blog]

Well that was an unexpected turn, “Hell? Like THE hell. With the devil and everything? How the heck did you get out?”

[thelostandforgottenwinchest-blog]

“I had a little help from a friend,” I shrugged. Still not sure if I could trust them with this or if telling them about Michael was the best idea.

[blackeyedsoup-blog]

“A friend? What kind of friend has the power to spring you from hell, and where can I find one?”  

[thelostandforgottenwinchest-blog]

“A very powerful friend whose name I’m not comfortable revealing?” I eyed their reaction. Mark was as silent as ever and Christian just smirked.

[blackeyedsoup-blog]

"It was a demon wasn't it?" I joked, "Only kind of friend that could get you out of there, right?"

[thelostandforgottenwinchest-blog]

I froze. Shit. They knew him. They knew him and I was screwed. I had to get out of here. I first worked on relaxing. Christian hadn’t seemed to notice how I’d freaked but that didn’t really mean anything. He could just be pretending to not notice. 

I looked to the door. I couldn’t skip now, they would know something was up, but I had to leave as soon as I could.

[blackeyedsoup-blog]

Adam went stiff beside me. So he knew who we were talking about. “Oh yeah! Bobby, that was his name!” I stood up and went to put the first aid kit away. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Adam stand slowly, “I’m amazed we didn’t see him more often with how good of friends he was with Sam and Dean.”

[thelostandforgottenwinchest-blog]

I tried my best to stifle a gasp. They knew Sam and Dean. Was that good or bad? The thing I wanted most was to just get back to them. Find my brothers. Would Christian and Mark be able to help me? 

[mark-campbell-blog]

Mark’s not saying anything but he’s keeping an eye on Adam to make sure he doesn’t try anything when he sees him start acting weird.

[blackeyedsoup-blog]

“So, Adam,” I rinsed my hands off in the old rusty sink, “how’d you get so badly hurt, anyway. I mean, those were some nasty cuts and bruises. Get in a fight with a pissed off hellhound or something?”

[thelostandforgottenwinchest-blog]

I forced a laugh, “Well that’s pretty close.” It was clear that Mark apparently shouldn’t be alive and I had a hunch that Christian shouldn’t either. Plus, by the fact that they knew Sam, Dean, and Bobby, I was pretty sure they were hunters. 

“I was…” I paused for a minute still not sure if I wanted to say it or not, “I was in hell.”

[blackeyedsoup-blog]

Well that was an unexpected turn, “Hell? Like THE hell. With the devil and everything? How the heck did you get out?”

[thelostandforgottenwinchest-blog]

“I had a little help from a friend,” I shrugged. Still not sure if I could trust them with this or if telling them about Michael was the best idea.

[blackeyedsoup-blog]

"A friend? What kind of friend has the power to spring you from hell, and where can I find one?"  

[thelostandforgottenwinchest-blog]

I froze. Shit. They knew him. They knew him and I was screwed. I had to get out of here. I first worked on relaxing. Christian hadn’t seemed to notice how I’d freaked but that didn’t really mean anything. He could just be pretending to not notice. 

I looked to the door. I couldn’t skip now, they would know something was up, but I had to leave as soon as I could.

[blackeyedsoup-blog]

Adam went stiff beside me. So he knew who we were talking about. “Oh yeah! Bobby, that was his name!” I stood up and went to put the first aid kit away. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Adam stand slowly, “I’m amazed we didn’t see him more often with how good of friends he was with Sam and Dean.”

[thelostandforgottenwinchest-blog]

I tried my best to stifle a gasp. They knew Sam and Dean. Was that good or bad? The thing I wanted most was to just get back to them. Find my brothers. Would Christian and Mark be able to help me? 

[mark-campbell-blog]

Mark’s not saying anything but he’s keeping an eye on Adam to make sure he doesn’t try anything when he sees him start acting weird.

[blackeyedsoup-blog]

“So, Adam,” I rinsed my hands off in the old rusty sink, “how’d you get so badly hurt, anyway. I mean, those were some nasty cuts and bruises. Get in a fight with a pissed off hellhound or something?”

[thelostandforgottenwinchest-blog]

I forced a laugh, “Well that’s pretty close.” It was clear that Mark apparently shouldn’t be alive and I had a hunch that Christian shouldn’t either. Plus, by the fact that they knew Sam, Dean, and Bobby, I was pretty sure they were hunters. 

“I was…” I paused for a minute still not sure if I wanted to say it or not, “I was in hell.”

[blackeyedsoup-blog]

Well that was an unexpected turn, "Hell? Like THE hell. With the devil and everything? How the heck did you get out?"

[thelostandforgottenwinchest-blog]

I froze. Shit. They knew him. They knew him and I was screwed. I had to get out of here. I first worked on relaxing. Christian hadn’t seemed to notice how I’d freaked but that didn’t really mean anything. He could just be pretending to not notice. 

I looked to the door. I couldn’t skip now, they would know something was up, but I had to leave as soon as I could.

[blackeyedsoup-blog]

Adam went stiff beside me. So he knew who we were talking about. “Oh yeah! Bobby, that was his name!” I stood up and went to put the first aid kit away. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Adam stand slowly, “I’m amazed we didn’t see him more often with how good of friends he was with Sam and Dean.”

[thelostandforgottenwinchest-blog]

I tried my best to stifle a gasp. They knew Sam and Dean. Was that good or bad? The thing I wanted most was to just get back to them. Find my brothers. Would Christian and Mark be able to help me? 

[mark-campbell-blog]

Mark’s not saying anything but he’s keeping an eye on Adam to make sure he doesn’t try anything when he sees him start acting weird.

[blackeyedsoup-blog]

"So, Adam," I rinsed my hands off in the old rusty sink, "how'd you get so badly hurt, anyway. I mean, those were some nasty cuts and bruises. Get in a fight with a pissed off hellhound or something?"

[andykin-skywalker-blog]

[mark-campbell-blog]

andykin-skywalker:

How have I never seen this before?

Faaaaaaaaaamily

[gwen--campbell-blog]

And yet another less-than-subtle reminder that I am short.

[blackeyedsoup-blog]

Nah, we’re just tall. 

[gwen--campbell-blog]

Now I remember why you were always my favorite, Christian.

[blackeyedsoup-blog]

It's always good to be nice, cuz. 

[blackeyedsoup-blog]

mark-campbell:Mark follows them around and watches silently through the entire exchange.  He’s not sure what to say but he does best being quiet and just thinking to himself so he remains that way.  The name Singer sounds suspiciously familiar, and he tries to remember where he’s heard that name from before.  “We ever been in South Dakota, Christian?”

[mark-campbell-blog]

“Nah, don’t think so,” I knew I knew the name from somewhere and I was pretty sure once I said it Mark would understand, “din’t the moose have a friend up there or something. This old guy,” I tried to say it as inconspicuously as I could, in case Adam might know who we were talking about.

Mark gives a silent nod and glances over at Adam.  “Didn’t he have a junkyard or sumthun like that?”

[thelostandforgottenwinchest-blog]

I froze. Shit. They knew him. They knew him and I was screwed. I had to get out of here. I first worked on relaxing. Christian hadn’t seemed to notice how I’d freaked but that didn’t really mean anything. He could just be pretending to not notice. 

I looked to the door. I couldn’t skip now, they would know something was up, but I had to leave as soon as I could.

[blackeyedsoup-blog]

Adam went stiff beside me. So he knew who we were talking about. "Oh yeah! Bobby, that was his name!" I stood up and went to put the first aid kit away. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Adam stand slowly, "I'm amazed we didn't see him more often with how good of friends he was with Sam and Dean."

[andykin-skywalker-blog]

[mark-campbell-blog]

andykin-skywalker:

How have I never seen this before?

Faaaaaaaaaamily

[gwen--campbell-blog]

And yet another less-than-subtle reminder that I am short.

[blackeyedsoup-blog]

Nah, we're just tall.