Everyone Hunts for a Reason

The name is Em Bourne. I came into the hunting business when two guys, one who was very tall, and the other, very pretty, killed my mother, who was possessed by a demon. After that childhood trauma, I decided that I need to put an end to all of these nightmares. ((Superwholock, AU indie RP. Please read ABOUT before RPing. Will RP with anyone who just asks. IS NSFW)) ((FC: Logan Lerman)) ((Tag: exorcisedinblasphemy)) ((m!a: Accepting))

[dear-indies]

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[exorcised-in-blasphemy]

For The Eclipse || Open RP

"It's time again," Em whispered, as he finished the sigil he painted on the wall. "Another eclipse, another chance to enter Purgatory and retrieve the souls. So. Are you with me?"

[soupsnatch]

part 1 of dean in bed

[dogpocket]

[dreamcastiel]

[exorcised-in-blasphemy]

7 deadly sins. put one in my ask.

Lust: Something that I find attractive.

Pride: Something that I like about myself.

Sloth: Something that I dislike about myself.

Envy: Something I wish I was better at.

Gluttony: One of my favorite foods.

Wrath: Something that gets me angry.

Greed: Something I can’t get enough of.

[inritum]

[theloyalone]

A sweet and interesting superstition…

[doritovargas-deactivated2018090]

do you ever come up with AUs for your own life

[thesoullesshunter]

+ exorcised-in-blasphemy

[thesoullesshunter]

Sam watched the man for a while, taking a little bit to match a name to his face. He recognized him; he just couldn’t remember where he’d recognized him from. But then the name flashed in his head like a lightbulb.

"Huh," Sam said out loud before getting out of his seat and approaching the young man. "Man, you really letting yourself go tonight, huh?” He quipped.

[exorcised-in-blasphemy]

Em turned, a fading smile on his face, and a bit of drool dribbling down his chin. "Do I know you?" Em asked, admiring the attractive man in front of him. "Because I'd like you to," he slurred, attempting to flirt with Sam as he gulped more of the burning liquid down his throat.

[exorcised-in-blasphemy]

'Angst please.'

(Trigger Warning) Your muse walks in on mine while they are heavily drinking, holding a gun to their jaw. (Trigger Warning) [EDITED TO SUIT MUSE]

"This is it," Em thought to himself, as he took the final sip of his final bottle of bourbon. Honestly, he knew that his entire life was building up to this. It’s just that recent events had pushed him to no other out. He left Cass, to keep her safe. Their child had been a victim of a demon’s temper, and died in the process. He felt like shit, because he knew he was.

Em pushed all thoughts from his mind, leave the worst. He loaded a silver bullet (one that he’d always kept in his pocket, intended to be used in the most dire circumstances) into an old revolver, and held it to his jaw; as if he wanted to scare himself.

"One," he whispered out loud, cocking the gun.

"Two," he whispered again, adjusting the barrel to the bottom of his jaw; making an imaginary path straight to his brain.

"Three," he whispered, closing his eyes tightly, not expecting the door to blast open like it did.

[theharpieoftroy]

Sometimes she still ran her hand over her stomach like she was going to feel the small bump, or the little flutter in her stomach when they moved. But then her mind would flash back to the hospital, and Em repeating how sorry he was. They weren’t images she liked having in her head. But Em had left her. How was that fair? She’d lost the baby and he didn’t even stick around to help her through it?

But it hadn’t been hard to find him, because he didn’t seem to bother hiding himself anymore. Like he didn’t care. So when she walked to the room he was in she didn’t expect anything when she burst through the door. At least she didn’t until her eyes landed on the gun. “Don’t you dare.” Her voice was cold as she stepped into the room. “Do you really think you deserve that kind of out after everything?

[exorcised-in-blasphemy]

Em's finger stalled on the trigger. His entire body tensed at the presence of the woman that he, no matter how hard he tried not to, loved. Em refused to open his eyes, and refused to stray from his current position. All he wanted was to talk to her, but he figured the bullet ripping through his brain would hurt less. 

"I think it's too easy," Em whispered after awhile, finally answering her question. "But, at least, I will suffer in Hell like I deserve. You know you want me to do this, Cassandra," he stated weakly; his voice rolling like gravel. 

[thesoullesshunter]

+ exorcised-in-blasphemy

Sam had downed his glass of whiskey fairly quickly, staring back at his reflection in the mirror on the wall of the bar. Licking his lips, he ran his eyes along the crowds through the mirror, furrowing his brows as he thought he spotted a face that looked a little familiar.

[exorcised-in-blasphemy]

Em had arrived in a stupid little town, hoping to find a small paranormal lead. After a few days of somewhat relentless shutdowns, Em had found himself in desperate need of a drink.

Em was spending his time flirting through men and women, after deciding that he was a bit short to afford the expensive drinks. He had found a comfortable spot, accompanied by a lonely man who wouldn't stop buying him drinks. He was, as he needed, finally feeling tipsy.

[exorcised-in-blasphemy]

'Angst please.'

(Trigger Warning) Your muse walks in on mine while they are heavily drinking, holding a gun to their jaw. (Trigger Warning) [EDITED TO SUIT MUSE]

"This is it," Em thought to himself, as he took the final sip of his final bottle of bourbon. Honestly, he knew that his entire life was building up to this. It's just that recent events had pushed him to no other out. He left Cass, to keep her safe. Their child had been a victim of a demon's temper, and died in the process. He felt like shit, because he knew he was.

Em pushed all thoughts from his mind, leave the worst. He loaded a silver bullet (one that he'd always kept in his pocket, intended to be used in the most dire circumstances) into an old revolver, and held it to his jaw; as if he wanted to scare himself.

"One," he whispered out loud, cocking the gun.

"Two," he whispered again, adjusting the barrel to the bottom of his jaw; making an imaginary path straight to his brain.

"Three," he whispered, closing his eyes tightly, not expecting the door to blast open like it did.

[brokendeductions-deactivated201]

Put an 'Angst please.' in my ask and I'll generate a number 1-10 and see what our muses get! || ULTIMATE ANGST VERSION

Warning: Many trigger warnings (self harm, suicide, rape, etc.) will be included in this list. 

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[jennsens]

[theharpieoftroy]

Everything was going to fall apart. He had to be hunting and that meant all of it had been a lie. The perfect little house, the promise that they would have a normal life. None of it was true. She raked her fingers through her hair and tried to fight back her tears. Cass didn’t know what to do with herself anymore. Part of her wanted to tell him that she wasn’t leaving, that whatever this was couldn’t make her leave. But she couldn’t put the baby in danger like that. Not that it stopped him. The thought actually surprised her but she quickly pushed it away. Once Em was in the car she could actually feel herself relaxing despite how upset she was. But she hadn’t been expecting the car to crash through the garage door like it did.

She squeezed her eyes shut for a moment before she opened them in time to watch the house fade away. “Don’t.” She snapped. “Don’t act like you’re sorry. You were hunting weren’t you? You’ve been lying to me, and putting the baby in danger.” Her voice cracked slightly. “Take me to my Dad’s. Take me there and then just go.”

[exorcised-in-blasphemy]

"Cass, you really don't understand, do you?" Em asked, his eyes flicking between the road, the gas gauge, and the speedometer. "I really did intend to quit. That was my plan, and I was off to a good start until I got a tip about my mother. Apparently, she's up and walking; which isn't a good thing. She's a demon, Cass. She's a loyalist to Abbadon, and she's a fucking demon!" Em yelled, slamming the butt of his hand into the steering wheel. "I'll take you to your Dad's if that's what you want; but you need to understand that I won't come back. Either she's going to kill me, or Abbadon will." Em stated, glancing over to Cass. 

[iamjustadam-blog]

Em approached the man carefully, disbelief consuming him. He had met this man in high school, when he moved to his aunts. The last he heard, Adam was in hell, and two very reliable sources told him so. "Adam?" Em asked, tapping his shoulder. "Adam Milligan?"

The tap on Adam’s shoulder made him immediately turn, defensively standing until he realized he recognized the face before him.  ”Whoa— Em?  It’s been a long time, hey.”  He had no idea if this guy had heard he’d died— he was sure it was in the papers but maybe he hadn’t.  He hoped not— he could play off being a normal human fairly well, but this was why he tried not to come back to town often.  ”How’s it going?”

[exorcised-in-blasphemy]

Em’s head fell back at Adam’s touch. Adam’s hands were rough, even through the fabric; but Em welcomed it. Usually, Em would begin to feel a random feeling of guilt when he decided to sleep with someone. But not this time. Em felt comfortable, and safe with Adam. 

"I need you, Adam," he moaned as he moved his hand down, and pulled on his own underwear, exposing himself to Adam. Em’s cock stood straight up, and rubbed against Adam’s warm skin.

[iamjustadam-blog]

Adam let out the softest, most needy noise when Em finally revealed himself completely.  His knees nearly buckled and he kissed Em hard as he took his length in his hand, stroking slowly, too slowly for either of them but doing it anyway.   Adam stepped forward, gently using the frame of his entire body to push Em back gently toward their bed.  ”Lay down, Em…” he murmured.  ”I can make you feel better…”  He kissed and bit softly at his neck, his arm muscles tensing at how slow his hand was moving, wanting to move quickly but needing to take his time and enjoy this.

[exorcised-in-blasphemy]

Em fell back on the mattress, his nerves skyrocketing as he landed on the cushion. Em watched Adam intently as he placed his hands behind his head, that way he could watch Adam while laying down. Em spread his legs, giving Adam a place to kneel.

"Are you sure?" Em whispered, staring at his own dick, unsure if Adam really wanted to do this.

[fuckyeahdemonedits]

Jensen Ackles

[casfucker]

#HOLY FUCKING FUCK #FUCK