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[itendsbad]

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— 8.13

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— 6.20

[hayleylkiyoko-moved]

6.09 Clap Your Hands If You Believe…

[namjooneh]

[spnblog-archive]

[yaelstiel]

[9.05]

[demondetoxmanual]

“All Dogs Go To Heaven”

[frayedlight]

*deanna voice*: bitch // idk love me

bby moose voice.   ❝    jerk.    ❞

@brokeniinnocence.

[frayedlight]

it was because   --------------------   I’M NOT CLEAN.

[frayedlight]

jones,   alice.

Alice had gotten another case from what seemed like another random story she heard on the news, that however was not the case and she new that. Alice could tell from the details of the story that something was up with this. Why not check it out to be better safe than sorry. As she pulled up to the scene, she grabbed her fake badge and coat from the passenger seat. What seemed like almost immediately, she was approached by a very large man compared to her. When he finished his question, she whipped out her badge (that’s always her favorite part) and put it in his face. “Looks like you’re not the only one around here.” She knew she’d never be able to get rid of him. If he’s really working this case, he could get suspicious of her. She just needs to get her evidence and leave. “Looks like we’ll be working together. For now.” Getting a civilian mixed up in this is the last thing she wants.  

as much as sam didn’t like it,   he got the feeling that this case was about to get a hundred times more difficult with the chance that he might have to fight for it as she certainty wasn’t about hand it over on a golden platter with a smile on her face,   not with the kind of demeanor she had stepping out of the car and shoving a badge in his face.   he did have a compelling urge to tell her he worked alone,   and there wasn’t a chance in hell he was working with another assumed hunter,   especially one he didn’t know.   but again,   he had to remind himself that he likely didn't have a choice.   and the last thing he wanted to do was go back to a silent bunker where remnants of his brother remained,   times of short spent laughter oozing between the floorboards and bricks.   he could no longer confine himself to the multiple walls of that fortress,   he needed a way out.   he needed something to do until he could find dean.

exasperated sigh parts from pale pink lips,   pick scabbed and dry.   moss green eyes are firm,   no longer a source for light or gentleness.    if he was going to “work” with another “hunter” on this case,   then he was going to do it his way,   aside from her opinions.   ❝   fine.   ❞   it’s spoken through gritted teeth.    bad start   sammy,   dean’s voice resonated through sam’s ears and,   for a moment,   sam felt his heart sink.    a part of him still believes he’s gone for good   ----------   a part of him creates a version of dean to carry with him in place of the physical form,   in place of the childish warmth that used to be there out of grief.    dean was gone.   somehow,   he was.   and what scared sam the most was the fact that a small part of was so ready to let him go in peace and allow a sort of  apparition  to brew in his mind in the moments he felt dean would make a comment.   ❝   i assume you’ve thoroughly read up on the case?   ❞

[frayedlight]

for:   @thelightinwonderland.

it wasn’t often that he’d gotten cases that he could work on his own,   using some time away to think,   to ignore the silence that followed dean's unpleasent disappearence.   sam tried not to make it a habit these days,   but after a year alone while dean was locked away in a monster hell,   and knowing what he does about the world and it’s hidden twisted secrets,   sam figured he could deal with at least a few cases on his own from time to time.   it never stopped dean.   why should it him?   ------   setting his thoughts aside,   the man pushes himself out of the low-ride car,   legs first as all 6′4″ of his being stretched,   light hands pressing his shirt.   interviewing a victim’s loved one was the most crucial part of the hunt,   it always usually narrowed down the playing field of who,   or what thing,   decided to do this.   course sam being sam,   he already had a few ideas about what the creature was.   or,   perhaps the evidence spoke for itself as he had handled more than two or three cases of these creatures since he'd dropped out of college.

though,   as he shut the door to the car,   he was surprised to be met with another rolling up beside him just as he was about to take his first step.   at first,   he began to wonder if it were another family member coming to join the grieving woman that resided within the home he was about to enter;   but as she took the key from the ignition and stepped out of the vehicle,   he started to get a different reading.   nevertheless,   he felt the need to ask,   with a quick flash of his badge,   of course.   just in case.     ❝   ‘scuse me   ...   hi.   uh,   are you   ------   are you a relative of mrs.   davidson?   ❞

[frayedlight]

friendly psa.   this is not my only account,   and it is not my MAIN account either.   sometimes i don’t log in here until it’s been a couple of days,   or maybe a week because my main is pulling @ me and something reminds me to check this blog.   it sounds awful,   i know,   but please be aware that if i’m not always here,   and you want to get a hold of me   /   write with me elsewhere,   then i’ll be here.

[frayedlight]

Someone: *Threatens person A, harms them physically*

Person A: *smirking* LOL, is that the best you've got? *spits blood* Weak

Someone: *Vaguely implies they'll talk to person B someday*

Person A: *barely restraining themselves* Get near them and I'll. END. YOU

[frayedlight]

tag 20 followers you want to get to know better.

tagged by:   @hunterofpie. tagging:   anybody  ????

I.

Name:  cheyenne. Nickname:   annie   (   i prefer to be called this   ),   cheyannie,   chey,   nannie   (   by my siblings only   ) Gender:   female. Star Sign:   leo. Height:   5′7 ish  ?? Sexual Orientation:   heterosexual Hogwarts House: uhhh,   i wanna say gryffindor ???   but idk. Favourite Colour:   light blue,   some shades of green,   red,   black.

II.

Time Right Now:  just past 11:00 p.m. Average Hours of Sleep:   depends on the night tbh.  Lucky Number:  18. Last Thing I Googled:   gryffindor   (   to make sure i spelled it right.   ) Favorite Fictional Character(s):   dean & sam winchester,   elijah mikaelson,   tom avery,   caroline forbes,   tobias eaton,   rick grimes,   the doctor(s).   Number of blankets I sleep under: one,   unless it’s cold in which case it varies on how cold i get at night. Favourite Singer/Band:   holy fuck   ...   too many. Dream Trip:   paris, france;   omaha beach,   france;   normandy,   france;   gettysburg,   pennsylvania;   what remains of the western front in germany;   mooresville,   indiana;   indiana in general;   chicago,   illinois;   a fuck ton more. Dream Job:   author  /  criminal historian   (   that mostly works on cases for people such as:   bonnie and clyde,   john dillinger,   pretty boy floyd,   billy the kid,   etc.   )

III.

What do you post:   threads,   gif sets,   quotes,   mild ooc. When did your blog reach its peak:   it’s just getting started ???   i guess ??? What made you decide to get a Tumblr:   i saw a friend had moved their roleplay blog here from a previous source,   so i joined in and never looked back. Do you get asks on a daily basis:   ha !   nope,   but i enjoy each one that i get.

Why did you choose your URL:   sam is a giant ball of frayed pieces,   previously filled with so much light and life,   and throughout the years of the shows running and their lives getting shittier each time a season ends,   sam begins to lose his touch with light and his edges become more frayed,   he almost doesn’t seem like the same person anymore,   not even to himself.   so,   frayedlight seemed like a good choice.

[frayedlight]

traumatized.

It made her stomach churn to have to watch cops and csi’s take care of the scene, cleaning up what they could and bagging things for evidence. It was all things that she’d heard happened when terrible accidents like this had happened— however, it was only the sort of thing that Jan ever saw on TV rather than in person. She never expected one of her friends to be on the inside.

She’d nearly jumped when she heard the other’s voice, letting out a slow breath to calm herself in order to actually answer. “——I, uh- yeah. Yeah, that’s– that’s fine. Whatever helps.”

sam remembered what it had been like for him the first time he joined his father on the first part of the hunt,   when ties and professional apparel were key in playing the part,   when asking the right questions were all that mattered,   when it took their own kind of investigation to find the thing that did this to a family,   to a friend,   that hurt them in ways sam wasn’t old enough to experience first hand,   but lived all the same.   he remembered the churn of his stomach when lungs inhaled the foulness of iron,   colored hues a new witness to sanguine dyes.   he knows what it’s like to be a first hand witness.   so,   it’s with sympathy and understanding that he reaches out and motions away from the scene,   an offer to fresh air.   ❝   i know that it’s hard,   ❞   he knows.   ❝   but i jus’ need to know how well you knew her   ---   kristen.   ❞

[brokeniinnocence]

Hey BROTHER, do you still believe in one another? Hey SISTER, do you still believe in love, I wonder? Oh, if the sky comes falling down for you—– there’s NOTHING in this world I wouldn’t do.

Independent SAM WINCHESTER         &&     DEANNA WINCHESTER Written by Annie                                               Written by Jan