hell's under a spell.

amazon doesn't deliver...yet.

[hellspell]

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coming soon! dixon here! this blog was made for the chance to eff with cain and crowley over at @cainevesson and @avasmess. as well as sarah over at @qapsiel // @trickheaven . open to limited interactions but this is not a main blog. general rules are 21+ only as the mun is over 35+. non-mutuals dni. no drama, no gross people. horror themed and trigger heavy. if you are easily triggered, this blog may not be for you. mature subjects will occur. from violence, gore, religious imagery, witchcra.ft, manipulation, potentially toxic behavior and mature content, etc. open communication is welcome. anon doesn't work!

affiliated:

mains: @trickheaven

exclusives: cain @cainevesson , crowley @avasmess

ship exclusives: cain @cainevesson

graphics made by calirph for a blog of mine i never used/lack of interaction. moved them to rowena where they fit best cause cali and the talent in these deserves to be shown off.

[cainevesson]

Unlike demonic teleportation, a cold yet scorching rush through space and time, Rowena's witchcraft feels gentle. As if not they switch locations, but the surroundings bend to her will and the very air warps at her command. Cain could swear his body barely noticed the shift, weren't it for his very eyes witnessing lavender-hued veils slither about and slowly dissipate like soft morning dew. He recognizes the color. Long ago in an old barn, madness gripping the reins on his tattered soul tight while an illusion spell led him into a trap. But this time he's clear in the head. It's an ancient ache between his ribs, a sensation familiar like most loyal company ever by his side; just slumbering. That guides him here. That clouds his better judgement enough to make vengeance just too tempting to resist its call. Love.

With Rowena's delicate hands in his war-wrought palms... to make the owners of those dull voices behind glass pay means not mission. It means preservation of what's priceless. Although they are only voices belonging to men, Cain perceives them like claws grating along the inside of his skull. The motivator for words to become action. " When you are ready ", accompanies calm assurance a slow dip of his chin. 'So am I', remains unspoken. She understands, he holds no vestige of doubt. Everything around them carries rustic charm, or some would call it something like an abandoned time capsule. One can smell the decades long absence of humanity here. And yet, neither decay nor mold greets senses upon taking a look around.

Why, if not to hide and/or scheme their next assault, would that group gather at a place like this? Who is next on their list?

As soon as Rowena gives him green light, Cain releases her hands and pivots doorward before kicking it ajar; wood collides with stone and stained glass bursts. Thousands of glittering fragments spiral through the air, the noise almost melodic. " Good evening, gentlemen. " The demon's seemingly friendly greeting mismatches the grimness carving lines between his brows, dots the strangers appear to connect. Judging by their shocked stares framed by flinching faces. Shortly after, they run for the opposite door, which Cain locks with the mere flick of a wrist. " Not. So. Fast. " A pause trails after deliberately slow-spoken words.

" I presume you recall having met at least one of us before? " Now there's a smirk, all teeth but zero glee. They killed Rowena and she insisted on joining Cain here, so he shoots her an expectant side glance... Ladies first. He will have enough of them left to obliterate.

[hellspell]

this shall be the end of everyone. only two of them will walk away.

as it should've been. she was wrong to deny him this out of worry. the mere idea that he would be in harm's way of creatures that he could quell with the snap of a wrist was not the truest danger she feared for him. but murdering in her name? should it lead him down a path that he swore off and bring him pain or regret? that is a hurt that she would never wish upon the one thing she's cherished more than any person, any place. any thing in all her years. they would pay. she would ensure it. but not if it meant risking all that he's prided himself on.

foolish of her to think that way. it cheapens the world that he put into the effort of becoming something far greater than what he was turned into. still. can't blame a witch for worrying about her beloved. if she didn't? that would mean she doesn't give a single damn. wouldn't it? couldn't be further from the truth.

she watches him in action with a look of awe. lips parted. painted eyes take in the sight with the slightest tilt of her head before she remembers to move and enters just short of beside him. her fingers weave her magic through their lengths. slithering amethyst and silver glides in ribbons of color and power. should he give her a single nod? she would ignite any soul that dared look at them twice. now that they were not the ones to strike first? and with him at her side..

..the advantage was abruptly turned. and there it is.. the look was all she needed.

under her breath, an incantation as the same hue ghosting through her fingertips begins to fill her eyes. devouring the human stare and turning it into something magical. mythical. purest form of power and older than the earth she seeps it from jerks up from her palms and splinters off in half a dozen directions chasing after those closest who are now clawing at the walls in their attempts to climb through and escape. the tethers that bind them not only hold them down but begin--one twist at a time to slice through meat and blood and bone. screams fill the air as the others react darting towards the opposite side of their dreary death house. is it wrong of her to smile as their mid-sections begin to unravel? and they watch in horror as their insides spill onto the floor? if it is, she isn't sorry.. they'd murdered her, after all.

[cainevesson]

Oh, he can vividly imagine the looks on their faces if they arrived to this view! And couldn't even blame them for it. However generous Cain had grown, there is one thing he refuses to share with anyone; and that's Rowena exposing her bare beauty. Needless to say, her heart he won't share either. The point was made and taken, no reason to dwell on it when there's a gift to bestow on his love while all the food can wait. Despite mingling, very tempting odors. Once Cain draped the necklace around her neck, he waits for her reaction— self-loathing ever bubbling underneath his skin forbids expectation for praise. Instead, he hopes the gift doesn't disappoint. Strange, how the world can think of him still as a merciless murderer and he doesn't mind... but if Rowena dislikes what he bought her, it'll break his heart a little.

"Perfect." A breath he didn't realize he was holding escapes with a sigh of relief, unheard. Maybe seen by the ease washing over his posture and slackening his previously tense shoulders. Rowena's beaming face is the highest reward. Makes him all giddy like a young man, almost. The smile peeking through his beard gives it away, albeit any attempt to object her saying he is perfect gets stifled by her affections. Cradling her petite waist in his palms, Cain pulls her in, returning the kiss with matching fervor. To the noise of that screaming kettle. A muffled, annoyed groan doesn't part their mouths because all it takes for the sound to fade is a casual swiping motion of one hand. And the kettle slides over to one of the cold stove plates.

"Is it too predictable of me", he drawls upon breaking the kiss. Not pulling away at all, mere inches gaping between their faces. "When I say the food isn't what I want to taste right now?" Rowena wraps him around her finger effortlessly. Her kisses alone work like spells, one could say, enticing and blinding him to everything else around. Meanwhile his hands slide around her waist to the small of her back, before gliding downward to cup her bare cheeks and giving them a gentle squeeze. Playfully catching her bottom lip between his teeth, he teases it with a little tug before releasing it; that prior smile now morphing into an impish smirk.

[hellspell]

how could she ever not love something he took the time to give her. it proves that at some point in time, he laid eyes upon something and it made him think of her. the gesture alone could bring tears to an old witch's eyes. one that's seen so much but can fall apart like an excited school girl at the mere impish twinkle she puts in his eyes. knowing she was the one that put it there. she'd call herself ridiculous years ago! but now? she's madly, completely in love with the sheer idea that someone has come into her life that knows her. accepts her. wants her for who she is. not what she can do for them. or what she is..

who she is.

and, often, she can see it radiating from him that he feels the same. there's no amount of spilled blood that could make her judge or love him less. or want him less. so says the way she's grinning against his mouth when he sends the kettle off to stew on its own without removing his lips from hers. or how he confesses that food isn't what he would like the taste of. oh if that doesn't crinkle up her nose and bring a hand up to gently push perfectly manicured nails through his locks she is so entranced by? nothing will. her gaze shifts down between them when his warm palms over her rear. a hum between pressed lips.

then his teeth catch that strip of skin and the hand in his hair feathers out to ease a caress over his temple and forehead. lower to curl around his jawline and nudge him in for another long taste of his lips. before she pulls back and lowers herself down to stand on her feet rather than tip-toes. "and, do tell, my lovely. what would you like to taste..?" queue her stepping backwards towards the table she knows the precise location of, finger hook in his belt pulling him along for the stroll!

[seasononesam]

I am a flawed, petty, evil creature, Samuel, and I don’t know if I can be redeemed. But I have to try. [insp]

[365filmsbyauroranocte]

[cainevesson]

There's taste in wearing just enough to leave the rest to his imagination, and Rowena has never been one to act cheap in any way. So he enjoys the sight thoroughly sans drifting into more unchaste action. Thanks partly to her giddiness serving a welcomed distraction. Cain's smile remains pinned to his face even as his beloved leads him to the table in order to present what she's been occupying herself with all morning. A shake of his head, slow, accompanies the sigh of someone who may or may not mourn the fact that he has no business in the kitchen for a couple of days to come. " You truly have outdone yourself ", he says ere guiding the same hand interlaced with his to his lips. And planting a kiss to her pale knuckles.

" If we invite the boys, I'm afraid you'll have to change. " Scrunching up his nose, as if in a silent admission of guilt, he cants his head to one side as he peels his attention from the foods to give Rowena another once-over. " And I don't actually want that. " Now, it's time for Cain to reveal that he did, in fact, not forget about the occasion— regardless of its origin he holds awareness of. Turning to face Rowena anew, he releases her hand sans rush. " My turn ", and the return of his in the meantime faded smile. " Close your eyes. "

Once she obliges, he moves to stand behind her. She'll feel the gentle cool of delicate metal descend onto her collarbones and shoulders; it's a necklace he lays around her neck and adjusts. Of pure silver, a pendant the size of his thumb adorning it, embedded into the oval frame a moonstone, pastel-white and softly shimmering in all of the rainbow's colors. After finishing, he leans in to plant a peck just below her ear before whispering: " Now open... "

[hellspell]

outdone herself? she promises herself that he hasn't seen anything yet. keeps it her own little secret. but she purrs the back of her hand is kissed. such a gentleman! and not when it counts, if you know what she means? a laugh bursts forth when he mentioned the boys and her lack of clothing. greeting them with her rear out? not on her list of things she's planning on doing any time soon. the looks on their faces, however, she can imagine. and sam promptly nearly fainting, the imagery of it, makes her giggle under her breath. modern men and their issues with nudity. they really should strip down and run through the woods more often. it'd do their stress levels a world of good.

ah, well!

she's all this one's and happy to be. bright eyes take him in and then lose track as he circles behind her and she closes her eyes. red locks spill over the front of her shoulders. her lungs pause. she holds her breath. waits. fingers twitch at her sides, her toes curl against the woodgrain. centuries old. and she is as eager as a school girl!?! the former knight is beyond magical to bring her to this level. not only bring her there. but have her run willingly over and over.

the cool metal against her neck brings a curious, quizzical crease between her brows. a small shudder rattles her against his chest when he brushes his lips to her neck. fingertips reach for and touch upon the delicate chain before she cracks her eyes open and looks down. tears instantly fill her gaze, tucked safely from her make up by thick lashes. not that she cares. he takes her as she is. "my love," her touch lingers on the stone before she curls her fingers around it and brings it to her lips, pressing a kiss to the chilled rock before pivoting in his arms and tiptoeing up to capture his lips in a peck, another. then a lingering kiss.

"perfect.. it's perfect. and so are you.." behind them the tea kettle screams its ready as if waiting for the moment to be over. she doesn't react. only stares into blue and blue and more blue. blushing and more content than a little witch like her should ever be.

[xen0lush]

drawing sigils to watermark my selfies with to make people fall in love with me

[seasononesam]

Oh! Ooooh – sciatica! I need a firm chair.

[cainevesson]

in the morning, he would find her in their kitchen--humming some ancient song under her breath as she mills about making biscuits, tea and frying some sausage on the stove. muffins fill the air with the sweet scent of blueberries mingling with the savory smells of the herbs and seasonings she used on their breakfast. wearing nothing but a white apron framed in ivory lace, the witch's hair is a messy pile upon her head. light dusting of make up and nothing but a smile over her shoulder greets him upon entering. "ahh, hello, my love.. it's silly, really. a stupid little holiday created for money but.." up to her tiptoes she goes. a kiss pressed to his bearded cheek. "merry.. happy.. valentine's day." let her be sappy. she's earned it. so has he via a doting redhead that is as starry eyed as can be.

The odors wafting upstairs already prepared his senses for some of what's going to greet him in the kitchen. Now that he is out of the shower, putting clothes on and taming his damp locks at least some; what Cain does not expect, however... Upon entering the kitchen, his gaze lands on a barely covered, petite body. Brows twitch up in genuine astonishment whereas the same sensation bleeds into his greeting past a grin: " Why, hello there~ " Rowena's lush red hair appears to glow in the sunlight streaming through the windows, almost like a halo. Yes, he'd be aware of the irony in that. Slow steps carry him closer to her, eyes wandering up and down along her frame he lacks shame for enjoying the view thoroughly.

All the while she goes on about such holiday's silliness. Cain surely agrees, but sees no point in stating the obvious and instead pulls Rowena close, his free hand brushing ginger locks behind a pale shoulder. " Rowena MacLeod... you are full of surprises ", precedes a kiss to her forehead, the hand now idle atop her shoulder inching up to cup her chin. " I love you more than I can say. "

A confession sealed with a kiss to her lips, Cain maintains an act of obliviousness to this day's meaning — pretends to have forgotten. Because he does, indeed, have something planned for Rowena as well. But breakfast first.

RANDOM IC // @hellspell

[hellspell]

giddily, she listens to his approach seeming to not notice until he's taken in an eyeful (and then some) of what little clothes she's lacking! she put the effort in picking the apron! that counts for getting ready?? doesn't it? a quiet hum behind stained lips. no messy left over lipstick when she pulls back from that kiss to admire the blue of her love's eyes. a cheeky little smile. "you know? lupercalia started this messy red holiday. traded animal sacrifice and warding off evil for tiny little candy hearts and red all over. though i suppose the red part lasted the test of time." only there was a lot more blood than silk, satin and kitty cat stuffed animals holding hearts! she can't fault humanity for twisting it into what it is now. greedy little hands do love their cash.

rocking up onto her tip toes, she chases after one more peck. lands it and steps back with a clap that soon forms two balled up fists that shake from excitement. "look! i made cinnamon rolls! muffins, there is sausage.." and a pile of other foods fit to serve four or more. or them and his son should he and his little handsome angel decide to swing by!

there's an impish sort've charm about her. she can't help it. look at who she has to celebrate? she could make an entire holiday out of him and him alone. tangling her fingers with his, she pulls him towards the counter where all the food awaits before turning to face it (not letting go of his hand..) a french tipped nail taps against her bottom lip. "maybe.. we should send some of this to your boy.. i might've gotten a little carried away." does she notice he forgot? if she does? couldn't be further from her thoughts. she didn't expect a damn thing. just.. to pamper him is enough.

[ughmerlin]

I'm over 300 years old. Beauty sleep isn't optional.

SPN LADIES ▸ Rowena MacLeod

[trickheaven]

"Yooo, what's UP, the coolest motherfuckers are in da HOUSE!"

[hellspell]

// saving sarah's tags cause they are all so very effing true. LMAO!!

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

𝔖𝔱𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔫 ℜ𝔥𝔬𝔡𝔢𝔰 ®️շօշօ

[cainevesson]

Normally, Cain would have insisted on cleaning up the mess he made. But those they killed in joint effort weren't humans and nobody will ask questions where no one went missing; in an abandoned building, no less. And with his murderous curse gone, some murderous principles flew off as well. The scene shifts into the back of his mind as soon as homely walls and the herbal odors within greet him back. Alongside Rowena, who seems more than relieved for this ordeal to be over. " Better ", he returns softly enough for her to miss while he briefly tracks her retreating hand with his gaze. Rowena's suggestion sounds nice, so why not?

" Then I should go draw us a warm bath. " That said, Cain ambles past her with aim for the bathroom. But not sans casually planting a peck to her brow. Death's stench stuck to them, luckily less intense than one would have imagined after they took down a group by dismembering them alive. It's the moment itself, the air of it and memory, which feels like dirt to skin they must wash off. He prepares a bubble bath, lavender scented seems appropriate as it is calming. And while the water runs? In lieu of calling Rowena across the corridors, Cain shortly teleports over to hoist her up bridal style. " Time for your reward, milady~ "

[hellspell]

what a much nicer view. in lieu of body parts dtrewn across cracked pavement, she takes in the sight of their home with it's herbs that she's picked and dried on their own, the smell of amber and sandalwood oils in the air mingled with lavender and spices. all scents that wrap around her at any given moment depending on her craft and, honestly, mood for the day. glowing warmth replaces desolate cold. her assailants are dead. in pieces. they can rot away into nothing exactly where they were left.

later that day, the entire building will be engulfed in flames that no human eye could see in motion. only witness the aftermath. before crumbling onto itself. she'll admit or acknowledge nothing. but both of them will know.

her features flatten once she's alone. what was done was necessary. though dragging him into murder for her sake? everything she never wanted. cain has found his peace and there is safety in that. her world is laced with his happiness and wellbeing. putting more blood on his hands after he's struggled so hard to wash them clean and won? she'd tear each demon in hell apart with her bare hands if it meant saving him from lifting a finger. she stands waiting as he runs the path, picking dried blood out from underneath black tipped fingernails. blink and he's there! her smile is wide and the noise she makes? a pitched, thrilled squeak of a laugh! smelly arms wrap around his shoulders. her nose scrunches. "one worthy of the price tag by a long shot. though those who paid it might beg to differ. if they could." long lashes dip in a wink. just like that? all her worry? gone. or hidden beautifully. "mm. you may have to set me down long enough to strip these clothes off. we'll burn them. later."

[inacatastrophicmind]

[hellspell]

@qapsiel || random halloween starter || for you!

oh! she's back!! sauntering up behind him, the witch circles around the angel's shoulder and gives him a quick boop on the nose once she's settled in front of the devastatingly handsome boy! hazel eyes framed in delicately placed black eyeliner and hues of shimmering gold and dusk pink meet blue and she sees why dean winchester would fall so desperately in love with him all over again. not that the dense lad would admit to such a thing! masculinity and all of it's trappings has the hunter's tongue tied.. her gain, she supposes. if only to rattle both their cages into ACTION rather than densely ignoring the elephant in the room!

"it is so good to see your stunning face again, love. where have you been? i hope keeping that hunter of yours safe hasn't been so much of a handful that it's kept you away from my company. we may have to have a talk if that's the case. i brought a gift." withdrawing a small pumpkin from behind her back--she steps backwards to make space in offering. it's carved. a small, traditional jack-o-latern face grins up at him. "and inside? a candle made by yours truly. for you. make sure it burns by the end of the night."

pay no attention to the spell it might conjure. dean and this one? are more than welcome.

[hellspell]

@ceocrowley asked: " I AM NOT YOUR SAUSAGE, BITCH MOTHER! "

wouldn't you believe it? there comes the pinchy-pinchy to her son's cheeks. pointer fingers curled towards each palm so that she uses the sides of both and her thumbs to squeeze him nice and gentle! as one might goad on a child!

"i never said such a thing, fergus. never." shake shake. smoosh smoosh! "you're my WEE SAUSAGE!" king of hell? whatever! not when his mummy is in the mood to make his life ACTUAL HELL by taunting his patience into OBLIVION!

[cainevesson]

The parking lot where he halted to stop the engine is almost empty. No wonder, given that most humans somehow think they're made of sugar and melt in the rain. A couple cars park in front of that grocery store. Its neon sign looks as blurry as every silhouette within sight. But Cain doesn't care about anything beyond the dry haven of the present moment shared with Rowena and her willingness to stall a little. Sure, he could blip them both into the store. They'd likely startle other customers to death, though, plus he prefers to keep a low profile. " Then let's wait ", he hums against her lips ere they trap his own in another kiss. Cain undoes his seatbelt, the clicking noise barely competing with that incessant rain splashing onto the vehicle.

Less limitation, because there's no way he'll pull away from Rowena anytime soon. She's addictive. The heavy, sweet odor of her perfume, the taste of her lips that always comes with a pinch of lipstick flavor, the silky texture of her hair between his fingers... and so on.

" I wonder if... " He severed the kiss to mutter into their mingled breaths, a sidelong glance finds the windshield. It's completely covered in flowing wet. " Anyone can see us. Doing what we do~ " Cue an eyebrow wiggle to fill the gap left by what he didn't say aloud. Expectantly gleaning her face, Cain drags the pad of his thumb along her jawline unto the lower outline of her mouth. And fails to resist the temptation to plant another peck to those red lips.

[hellspell]

oh she could drift away on the sound of rain hitting the metal roof of his truck and the feel of his lips against hers in little to no time! she kisses him gently. sweet and soft. cherishing the way his beard feels against the inside of her palm as she runs a touch along his jawline. then feathers delicate fingers into the silken, cool strands of silver and gray. welcoming the freedom that cain claims by unlatching his seatbelt so he can fully turn her, rowena mirrors the same and throws all caution of keeping any sort've public decency out the window and she relishes in his touch (her jaw tingles in the wake of his fingertips, her mouth parts for more) before ducking to claim a spot on his throat.

a curtain of water cascades down the windshield. swallows the car in a mist of splashes from the pavement. it's enough to blur them out of sight--as if she'd care! what damn should she give anyone that'd catch a glimpse of them in any sort of "compromising" position? whether that be the way she's running her teeth along his neck before pressing a contrasting chaste kiss on the spot. or how her arms wrap around his shoulders so that she can hold him in place while repeating the action in a line towards his jaw. just to polish it off with a wryly purred, "let them watch. it's quite the show, i'd imagine."

there's a glimmer of mischief in her eyes when she pulls back and cups his cheeks framing his chin with the brunt of her wrists. "you are the best sort've terrible i've ever known." which can speak volumes if you count her years. "i've forgotten what we came here for and that's not fair. not that i'm complaining. far from the very idea, my love. forgetting bananas and dish soap in favor of a make out session that'd put teenagers at the end of lovers lane to shame? better yet? in the rain? far worth the dirty dishes tomorrow night." her lips twist into a grin. a rumble of thunder rolls across the heavens and the rain thickens--you'd swear she was sealing the deal herself the way it punctuated her tease.