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killforfrenchfries‌:

“First of all, I’ll tell you the same thing I told your brother. You can’t kill me, so shooting me would be more than a little pointless. Not to mention that I’d have to put you in jail, which wouldn’t be fun for anyone.” She gestured to the badge on her chest. “But to answer your question…I have no idea. I took a bullet from you, and the next thing I knew I was here. Had to get Sammy to fill me in on the details of what happened after you shot me.”

Ruby stretched and yawned, moving a little bit closer without it being enough to spook Dean any further. “But that does raise the question of how you got here. I took one in the head, Sammy was in hell, so does that mean you died too?”

"It’d make me feel better,” Dean quipped, smirking a little with a tilt of his head. He half considered it. God knows it would actually make him feel better getting to ice Ruby one more time. Honestly it was one of his best dreams. But she was right, it wouldn’t do anything. He didn’t have the colt, after all. Even if she was right and he couldn’t kill her, he at least wanted to try with a weapon that would do the job and not the equivalent of a peashooter. Although it sounded like Sammy gave her a hard time, at least. He’d have to pat him on the back for that.

“Beats me,” he answered as he pulled the gun back. Dean didn’t dare put it away, but there was no point in holding it up any longer, “I was sound asleep, dreaming of that look on your face when I shot you and the next thing I know I’m down here and you’re the sheriff of whoreville.”

#Ruby

gloomygilbert‌:

“I don’t know if charm’s really going to work all that well here. I’d recommend to never trust the barista or the bartender as well,” she shrugged, a short laugh falling from her lips. Those were just small tidbits she learned slowly but surely. Katherine hung around the bar, hoping and wishing for secrets and Adam wasn’t exactly sugarcoated for company. Charm was an ally to everyone here and it never seemed to go anywhere, or from what she noticed.

“I’ve been a resident for at least a month,” Elena nodded, lips pursed together. “And from what I’ve seen, no one here is a bystander. Does that count for something?” a brow raised.

Well that settled it. She knew something. Sounded like he’d need to earn his keep to learn just what that something was. Even that didn’t entirely sit well with Dean. This woman could be what brought them here. Or working with it. Still, he couldn’t afford to let a lead go unchecked. Not when Sammy’s freedom was on the line. Dean squared his shoulders, keeping his pieces in his corner so to speak as he sized her up, “You mean to tell me you’re stuck here too? You’re not one of those locals walking around like they’re in a daze?”

#elena gilbert

foreverbbennett‌:

After closing up the Library early, Bonnie decided to put her money where he mouth was and actually explore this world or whatever it was. This Mystic Falls seemed to be just as active as the real one. Except, she truly had to watch her back every where she walked. Who knew what was going on in this world. And no matter how many parties her friends threw, she just couldn’t get comfortable. There were too many supernatural beings in this world to keep track of. Which wasn’t a good thing. At all.

Taking out the small notebook she kept in her purse when walking around, she took notes on the new path she was taking for the day. She didn’t want to be out too late. Especially since the werewolves and vampires weren’t 100% in control of themselves. So she took advantage of the daylight she had left. There was a weird sound and then immediately after someone cursing. Curiosity always got the best of her and she couldn’t help but check on what was going on. There she saw a man leaning over what looked like a classic Impala. One of the few classic cars she knew by sight. “You need an assistant?” she offered, walking over to him. “It looks like she needs a lot of TLC.”

His eyes moved before the rest of his head did. Green eyes peered at the new body now taking up the otherwise empty space. She reminded him of Cassie, carried herself the same way. It was like he’d seen a ghost. A memory of the first and only time he’d ever considered giving up hunting. Dean fought it off with a laugh, shaking his head as he pulled himself away from the engine. He used a casual lean on the car to compose himself a bit more before he looked this woman in the eye. “No offense, but I don’t let anybody buy me touch her,” he said, voice as weightless as he could make it, “Not even my brother. Can I help you, though? You seem a ways off from society there...”

#Bonnie

jerthehunter‌:

Jeremy waves his hand in front of his face getting the smell to go away best he could, normally this wouldn’t bother him but a stomach full of nothing but alochol made him queasy. “Hey get bent, I’m not a kid and this my town, as shitty as it is. So maybe you should scram.” He snaps back at the stranger, vampire, werewolf, witch whatever, more so a dick than anything but Jeremy was used to those types. He scoffs, “Oh but wait you can’t, Dick.”

Man, if this Backstreet Boy didn’t get the message and get moving he could possibly be in serious danger. Probably. Dean wasn’t actually sure what was doing this. Or if the kid’s death even mattered, given the way the world seemed to reset itself. But that didn’t stop him from feeling the need to at least get the idiot somewhere safer.

The hunter peered over at him before throwing down his tool and marching over, bow legged and huffy. “Alright, Jughead, that’s enough alcohol for you,” he growled, reaching down in an attempt to take the bottle, “Past your bedtime.”

#Jeremy Hunter

gloomygilbert‌:

“Are you this cocky with everyone you meet or are you living this groundhog’s day reality to the fullest?” a short laugh sputtered, disbelief on her features. To be frank, she couldn’t remember the last time anyone acted all that normal since getting here, eyes narrowed lightly to the thought.

“Car looks like it’s busted,” she looked over his shoulder, nodding as though she actually knew something about cars. “Sadly it’ll just break itself again tomorrow if you actually get it working.”

“It’s part of my charm,” Dean’s smirk grew as he leaned against his broken car. He was all for setting on the moves to make up for this terrible, awful, no good day. That was, until everything proved it was just too good to be true. The hunter stood up slowly, brow furrowed as he took another look at the woman in front of him. She could be preaching about the wonders of inevitability, but Dean didn’t think he was that unlucky. The lead actually led to somewhere.

“You mean to tell me you’re stuck in this hellscape too, and not just another bystander?” He asked, sharp gaze on her and nothing else, “Do you know something?”

#elena gilbert

killforfrenchfries‌:

That godforsaken car. So many nights, Ruby had dreamed of setting it on fire and rolling it off a nearby cliff. And it would be even better to have Dean in it when she did so. After all, he was the one who’d put a round through her in the midst of her moment of triumph - which, just rude. She leaned against a nearby building, watching with an audible snort as he got a faceful of smoke.

“Looking good, there. Guess the nice thing with an endlessly repeating day is you get to fix that piece of junk over and over again.”

Dean’s shoulders dropped as soon as he heard her. A voice that would forever haunt his dreams. A testament to how he’d failed Sammy in the most profound ways and got them stuck in this mess in the first place. If only he’d iced her a long, long time ago. Only now, he wasn’t sleeping. Slowly his head turned and, sure enough, there she was. Flesh and blood. And dirty demon smoke, probably. He could no longer see the true face of demons but he remembered her face in particular.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” Dean growled as he slammed the hood of the Impala and reached for the gun at his hip. It wasn’t the colt. Lord only knew where that was, but blessed rounds would certainly sting. “How’d the hell you get here?! You should be fertilizer by now.”

#Ruby #OH Ruby #Second favorite demon

jerthehunter‌:

Jeremy was as usual hammered, still wandering down the road with a whiskey bottle only a quarter left in it, this was his second bottle himself. He thought walking in the night air would help with the world spinning but it really didn’t. He takes a deep breath leaning on a tree before he coughs at the smell of something burning. “Jesus, I know everything…” he makes a whooshing sound as he makes a spinning gesture with his hand, “goes back but I’ll never get that stink out of my nose.” He gags a little as he slides down the tree to sit.

Oh great! On top of a mystical, supernatural something probably lurking around fucking around with his car, now he had someone to watch out for. Some drunk idiot who was complaining about the smoke from his car, probably. Really there was no telling. By the look of that bottle in his hand, it could be anything.

“Hey! Either quit bitchin’ or scram, kid!” he shouted, barely looking up from his work.

#Jeremy Hunter

gloomygilbert‌:

Walks alone were the only thing that could clear her head. With proof that Damon was here as well, her mind couldn’t help but wonder where Stefan was. Guilt sank deep within, wondering if her mind would always trail to the Salvatore’s before the other people that mattered to her. That ache, that resilience she wanted against love never stood a chance, especially with the heightened emotions she felt bubbling within. No, her vampiric state only added to the drama and circumstance of her spinning head, a lacking ambition to a love triangle that needed less attention than she gave. So she walked, hoping sooner or later or priorities would straighten themselves, eyes narrowed as she watched her boots etch against the ground.

It was the mumbled swear that caught her attention, eyes rolling from the ground towards a man half devoured by a car. With one brow raised, it felt like for a moment she had found Stefan, somewhere she hadn’t even thought to look.

“Hey, stranger-” she stopped, arms crossed in front of the disappointment she saw rise in the realization he was someone completely different. “You are not who I thought you were.”

Dean slowly turned to look at his guest, if she could even be called that. There was no telling who she was. Or what she was. Could be another poor idiot stuck here with them, or she could be what was doing this. Hot, though.

“Well,” he started, smirking as he went back to work. Chicks dug cars. “Sorry to disappoint. Can’t say I’m in bad company, though.”

#elena gilbert #Sorry it's so small

Just his luck. Another dead end lead brought Dean to the edge of town, if it even had an edge. Almost as if someone were deliberately dangling carrots in front of him and his brother to chase only to yank it away seconds later. Real dick move, cosmos. And yet, on top of a wild goose chase that was starting to have serious effects on his ego, the impala broke down. The impala. The home Dean so readily and carefully maintained sat useless in an old abandoned parking lot in front of the remains of some shop. There was no way this was something natural. Not with the way Dean took care of his baby. Which meant some asshole with a deathwish tampered with his car!

Grumbling, Dean popped the hood only to be met with white, foul smelling smoke and nearly gagged from the stench. Nearly. Never did, though. “Sonovabitch,” he muttered under his breath, leaning in to try and see if he could get a better look at what was wrong.

#pwr starter!#It's crap I'm sorry it's late forgive me

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