getaway car

think about the place where you first met me

[huntingbound]

#HUNTINGBOUND : hanna marie holbrook ; an independent and private original character based on the cw show supernatural . established in 2020 . closely affiliated with @wantdead and @lilyspaintedred . exploring themes of motherhood , rejecting family legacy , breaking the cycle , forging your own path , protecting what's yours , and life after death . loved by mickey (27, she/her)

"god i'm obsessed with her" — lou (@wantdead)

[huntingbound]

Sleep could not come fast enough for Hanna. After having a particularly aggravating day, complete with a rather unproductive meeting with her boss that proved to be an excellent exercise in learning to bite her tongue, an overdue notice for a credit card bill that she still hadn't scrounged up the money for, and a tantruming six year old who put up quite a fight over what she wanted to wear as pajamas — sure, go to bed in your Belle Halloween costume what do I fucking care — needless to say Hanna was more than ready for the day to be over. The sigh that escaped her was involuntary, a spontaneous reflection of all of the day's turmoil releasing from her body as she fell within the comforting confines of her bedsheets. Blonde locks thrown haphazardly across her pillow, still damp from her shower she'd just taken to rid herself of the lingering cigarette smoke she'd sat in twenty minutes prior. Hanna would assert she is not a smoker (anymore), but for the last couple years she'd tend to keep a pack tucked away for nights such as this; a sort of break glass in case of emergency tool to help wind down from the more challenging days of single motherhood once Lily was sound asleep.

Hanna was never an easy sleeper; as it turned out spending one's formative years fighting real living nightmares tended to make for rather restless sleeping, but this night Hanna was grateful for sleep to hit her so quickly she nearly forgot to turn off her bedside light. As hard as her day was, it almost made her old beat up mattress feel the slightest bit comfier, as she drifted off into what she hoped would be a long night's sleep...

"Mommy?"

Joke's on her for getting her hopes up.

Hanna nearly had to stifle a groan from her throat at her daughter stirring her awake. "What's up, baby?" she murmured, her eyes still fully shut in her half-lucid state.

"I had a bad dream," Hanna's eyes were open at that. She always made a point to take whatever bad dreams Lily might have seriously, as her own parents' solution to nightmares were often dismissive, and tales of monsters in the closet were solved with a silver blade shoved into her hand with nothing more than a Show 'em who's boss.

Bleary gaze found focus on the digital clock on her nightstand first: 12:37, she'd barely nabbed forty five minutes of sleep before her daughter's disturbance. Eyes fell on her daughter, just barely enough moonlight leaking through her curtains to make out the apprehensive look on Lily's face as she stood at her mother's bedside, clinging to her well-loved teddy bear, and notably wearing only her undergarments. "Baby where are your clothes?" Hanna asked in confusion.

Lily looked down at her person, as if she were briefly unaware of her state of undress before answering, "It got itchy."

"That's what I f—" Hanna stopped herself, remembering the dispute they'd had before bedtime and deciding now was not the time for an I told you so. Young mother rubbed at her eyes for a moment, silently mourning the night of sleep she wished she could have had, before lifting the covers to allow her daughter to crawl in beside her. "Come on, get in here," she invited languidly, to which Lily quickly obliged and wasted no time to snuggle into her mother.

As exhausted as she was Hanna would never tire of snuggling her baby. No matter how big she got it always felt to her that they'd fit together like puzzle pieces; completing each other as Lily sought the safety and comfort of her mother's arms. Fingers began to trace lazily through Lily's blonde curls as an attempt to soothe her as Hanna asked, "What did you dream about?"

Lily remained quiet for a beat, as Hanna assumed she was gathering what she could remember of her dream before relaying it. "... I was lost in this really big house. And it was dark, and the hallways went on foreeeever," she described, her emphasis on the last word conveying how dramatic it must have felt to her six year old mind. "And I... I was looking for you, but... I couldn't find you."

That struck a chord with Hanna. Perhaps if she dug deep enough she could recall having similar dreams when she was around Lily's age, ones of searching for parents that she could never seem to find in the darkness. She silently chastised herself for whatever she did to make Lily fear her mother not being accessible to her, as her one true purpose in life would always be to keep her daughter safe.

Hanna held her little girl tighter, a kiss pressed to her forehead before reassuring her, "You will always, always be able to find me, baby. And if you ever can't? I promise I will always come find you, and I won't stop until I do, okay?"

Lily nodded with a murmured, "Okay, Mama," and a measured silence that gave Hanna a hint that the conversation might not yet be over. Sure enough no more than sixty seconds passed before Lily spoke again, "Do you ever get scared, Mama?"

Hanna nearly scoffed, as if the first twenty years of her life had been anything but being scared. "'Course I do. Everybody gets scared," she answered as her eyes drifted shut once more.

"What do you get scared of?"

Hanna pondered a moment, deciding what kind of answer would be appropriate for their near 1am existential pondering. "... Spiders are kinda scary, huh?" she offered.

"What about snakes?" young girl added.

"No, snakes are cool. Scorpions though? No thank you."

"Ghosts?"

Hanna paused, her daughter unknowingly tapping into a landmine of experiences she'll never be privy to. "... Some of them, yeah."

"Why some of them?" her daughter asked curiously.

Hanna pondered, wracking her mind for an answer to satisfy Lily's question without telling her too much, "... I think ghosts are often just as scared as we are."

She can tell Lily wants to ask further, but she ultimately decides to ask a different question, "What do you do when you're scared?"

The pause Hanna offered was almost long enough to have Lily convinced her mother had fallen back asleep, but finally with a deep breath Hanna's eyes opened to look at her daughter in the dim light, middle finger moving to stroke from her forehead down the bridge of her tiny nose, a technique she'd developed since Lily was an infant to help get her to sleep as she answered her question truthfully, "I think about you."

"Me?" her daughter asks, her weariness diluting the clear confusion in her tone. Hanna hums a simple Mhm as she continues her soothing motion across her daughter's nose as she continues, "Why do you think about me?"

Hanna couldn't help but smile slightly at the idea that her daughter had no awareness to how integral she was to Hanna's own strength. "Because you need a mommy that's gonna be there when you need it, that's gonna keep you safe. So any time I get scared I just think about you, and you make me feel brave." Lily would have no idea just how often her mother's sentiment rang true in her life.

Lily yawns, her speech slowing indicating how close she was to falling asleep from Hanna's coaxing. "... I think about you when I'm scared too," she admitted.

"Yeah?" Hanna asked with a kiss to her hair, "Is that why you came in here after your dream?" All she got was a simple nod as her daughter's head began to lay heavily against Hanna's arm. She leaned in close to whisper to her daughter, "You can always come to me when you feel scared, baby. I'm glad you know that."

The breaths that leave her daughter sound heavy, in a way that suggested she'd already been taken by sleep, but whatever lucidity she still clung to fought tooth and nail to get one last thought out, which sounded no clearer than, "I luh... muh..."

Hanna, knowing her daughter, understood her delirious muttering and couldn't help the smile that grew from her face as she kissed her daughter one last time before closing her eyes and hoping for sleep to envelop her just as fast as it did her daughter. "I love you too, baby."

More than you will ever know.

[huntingbound]

hanna worked as a stripper for a couple of years after lily was born to support herself. she made this choice when lily was around a year and a half old and minimum wage jobs were overworking her yet barely keeping her afloat.

came into the work with no experience and no dancing skills, but with just enough (faux) confidence to land a gig at the local club. she chose the name goldie fawn as her stage name.

she liked the flexible hours and mostly worked day shifts. traffic was obviously slower than nights but often times she would only be sharing shifts with one other girl or even taking a whole shift to herself, and there were a handful of daytime regulars whom hanna was able to form connections with, which in turn made said regulars far more generous with their tips.

would (reluctantly) hire a babysitter a few nights a month to pick up a couple night shifts if she needed extra cash for bills.

never mentioned having a kid while she was at work. only a handful of the other dancers knew hanna had a daughter and never once did she tell anyone her daughter's name.

dance music of choice was a lot of 80s rock and pop. a lot of queen, a lot of journey, a lot of prince. tried dancing to abba a few times but it was never a crowd favorite.

inadvertently inspired lily's love for ballet. when lily was old enough to ask hanna what she did for work hanna would say she was a dancer, which made lily want to be a dancer too just like her mom, so hanna enrolled her into ballet by the time she was three (and picked up a couple more night shifts in order to pay for it).

did not date anyone the entire time she was working as a stripper. for the reason of "i spend all day getting paid to give men attention, you expect me to do it for free??"

had at least one customer try to leave his wife for goldie and she laughed in his face.

would pickpocket customers if she thought they were skimping out on tips and never once did she get caught.

quit the club suddenly when lily was four after a dad at her daycare recognized hanna from the club and made a comment about "setting up a playdate" and she knew he wasn't talking about the kids. hanna always knew it wasn't a job that would last forever, and told herself she would quit the club if it ever ended up affecting lily. she ended up finding a new daycare that month as well.

[wantdead]

at her words, dean yielded the tension in his muscles, giving himself the moment to breathe and rethink the entire plan — the one that didn't exist in the first place. he could take her at face value and assume that she was just as lost as he was when he had been resurrected without knowing the reasons behind it ; he could keep her at arms' length and accept the bitter fact that he never truly knew who hanna was, so why would he know anything about her now? — or he could juggle both options at once and see where that road took him... either way, he needed her to cooporate in order for anything to move forward. he stared at her with somber eyes that listened intently to the truth while his bitter mind questioned its validity. " look— " he sighed and spoke with a low, conceding tone, " we both want the same thing; we can agree on that, " he started, " let's just— take this one step at a time and work together to figure this all out. y'think we can do that? " he didn't wait for an answer before he inquired, " what can you tell me about what happened? "

[huntingbound]

Exasperated sigh exits part lips as Hanna silently forced herself to accept her current position. As much as she wished she could force Dean to cough up her their daughter's location, she knew arguing or threatening him wasn't going to get her anywhere; not if he'd grown to be just as protective over her as Hanna was. "I uh... I woke up on the ground, in the middle of that... ghost town we were in," to Hanna, the events of being picked up by demons to act as bait for Dean and his brother had only felt like hours prior, only for her to later find out that more than twelve years had passed by the time she'd awakened. "... I thought you'd left me behind," she admitted rather vulnerably before continuing.

"Walked a couple miles 'til I found a car I could hotwire, drove to the motel that I left..." Hanna paused, fighting getting choked up as she thought about her fifteen year old daughter being left all alone in that motel room with a promise that her mom would come back for her before never seeing her again. "... It's been demolished. I thought— ... I thought they'd gotten to her too, I—" Hanna blinks back tears, the months she's spent looking for her daughter, unsure if she was even still alive catching up to her all at once. Eyes finally look back up to Dean, this time pleading rather than filled with scorn and bitterness, "Just tell me she's safe, Dean... Please."

[huntingbound]

hanna's yelling at you like this are you scared or turned on

[huntingbound]

baby sam rooting through her garbage

"Ew! Jesus Christ—!" young woman recoils in disgust. "What the fuck are you looking for? If you wanted a sandwich or something I'll give you a fiver, there's a Subway across the street."

[huntingbound]

❝ how do you take your coffee? ❞

getting to know each other

She doesn't know why the question catches her off guard. Perhaps the simplicity in taking one's coffee order felt far too monotonous a question to be asked after coming back from the dead. "Uh... black. Black is fine," she answers after a brief pause with the first option that comes to mind. Taking a sip from the warm mug she withholds a grimace, silently wishing she'd asked for creamer but too proud to admit she'd changed her mind. Instead, she offers a question of her own, "So you uh... you run this place all by yourself?" At the current moment Hanna felt far safer turning the conversation around on the other woman rather than focusing on herself.

[huntingbound]

i  will  always  be  here.  no  matter  how  far  you  go  you  can  always  come  home  to  me.      —      from  travis.

devoted, yearning & obsessive

Breath exhales slowly, controlled, with a notion that if she'd let it release any faster her lungs would betray her with a quake of uncertainty that she couldn't seem to rid herself of. Surprisingly, Travis had been the most familiar thing to her through all this. In over a decade of her absence, he seemed to have stayed mostly the same. Perhaps she'd find more comfort in him if it didn't break her heart to know he'd spent all this time mourning her. "Tell me," she begins quietly, a far cry away from the brash and outspoken version of herself he'd met in a bar months years prior, "... how can I possibly feel like I'm supposed to be here? After all the time I've m—" Words are cut off abruptly as her voice begins to fail her, a frustrated wrinkle given to her brow as she silently curses her eyes for threatening to cry in front of him.

[leneemusing]

devoted, yearning & obsessive

❝ you occupy my thoughts. day and night, even in dreams you're there. i want you to never stop haunting me. ❞

❝ i am eternally yours. until the stars go out. and maybe, even after that. ❞

❝ my heart bleeds the color of your soul. i would cut it out and put it in your palms if i could. ❞

❝ it's like you have knit yourself around my ribs. i could no more cut you out than i could remove my own lungs. ❞

❝ you are woven into my soul and i dare not cut a single thread. ❞

❝ i am yours, body and soul, to do with as you wish. ❞

❝ i don't require you to love me back, or to care for me as i do you. only let me be here, let me devote myself to you. that would be enough. ❞

❝ i want to trap your smile in a bottle and take it out when no one else can see. ❞

❝ you belong to me and i to you. ❞

❝ do not look away from me. i cannot bear it when i do not occupy your vision. ❞

❝ i will follow you. to the ends of the earth, to the very gates of hades and whatever might lay beyond. ❞

❝ i will always be here. no matter how far you go you can always come home to me. ❞

❝ tell me all the places you have been hurt, every rejection, every scar. let me love you in all the places where you have burned. ❞

❝ i will not ever let you go. ❞

❝ you cannot escape this. you cannot run away from the love we share. ❞

❝ what we have is deeper than words could capture. ❞

❝ i will be anything you desire. i pluck out the parts of me you find distasteful and stuff your love in the craters left behind. ❞

❝ tell me what you wish of me and i will do it. ❞

❝ i could spend all day merely watching the air in your lung. i would count every blink. i would cherish every sigh from your lips. i could watch you merely exist for the rest of my life. ❞

❝ don't let go of me. i think if you lost me i would die. ❞

❝ i will cut out the tongues of every man who has wronged you. ❞

❝ i wish i could crawl inside you and make a home out of the hollows of your bones. ❞

ACTIONS:

WATCH: for sender to watch receiver sleep.

WATCHED: for sender to wake up and find receiver watching over them.

DISCOVER: for sender to find a journal full of sketches receiver made of them and sender finds them looking at it.

DISCOVERED: for receiver to find a journal full of sketches receiver made of them.

FOLLOW: for sender to stalk receiver, claiming they're doing it to protect them.

FOLLOWED: for receiver to stalk sender and claim they're protecting them.

GOING: for sender to take receiver to a secluded cabin for a romantic getaway.

GONE: for receiver to take sender to a secluded cabin for a romantic getaway.

SACRIFICE: for sender to kill someone who wronged receiver as a grand gesture.

SACRIFICED: for receiver to kill someone who wrong sender as a grand gesture.

CAUGHT: for sender to catch receiver staring at them.

CATCHING: for receiver to catch sender staring at them.

REVEAL: for sender to slowly undress themselves while receiver watches, but doesn't touch.

REVEALED: for receiver to slowly undress themselves while sender watches, but doesn't touch.

BATHE: for sender to bathe receiver, meticulously and tenderly as if serving them.

BATHED: for receiver to bathe sender, meticulously and tenderly as if serving them.

[leneemusing]

for muses that are getting to know each other

❝ what's your favorite color and why? ❞

❝ can i come with you? ❞

❝ you have a nice smile, has anyone ever told you that before? ❞

❝ how do you take your coffee? ❞

❝ sorry, what was your name again? ❞

❝ it just occurred to me i never asked you what your last name is. ❞

❝ actually we've met before. ❞

❝ i've heard a few things about you. ❞

❝ care to join me? ❞

❝ i'm not really sure why i trust you. ❞

❝ i don't usually talk this much, it just feels easy to say stuff when you're listening. ❞

❝ i know we don't know each other that well but if you wanna talk about it... ❞

❝ could you help me with something? ❞

❝ do you like it here? ❞

❝ are you new around here? ❞

❝ you can ask me anything you want. i promise i'll answer truthfully except the things i feel like lying about. ❞

❝ i don't mean to be too forward, you just seem like you could use a friend right now. ❞

❝ you can come with me. i mean if you don't have anyone waiting for you. ❞

❝ we're friends now. you can ask me for help. ❞

❝ do you like this music? i can change it. ❞

❝ what are your favorite snacks? ❞

❝ really? i wouldn't have guessed that about you. ❞

❝ do you mind if i ask about it? ❞

ACTIONS:

VISIT: for sender to go to receiver's home for the first time

VISITED: for receiver to go to sender's home for the first time

CRYING: for sender to see receiver cry for the first time

CRIED: for receiver to see sender cry for the first time

BEGIN: sender and receiver are on their first date together

TRIP: our muses go on a group trip but end up stuck together, away from the rest of their friends.

SITUATION: our muses are acquainted because one of them is their friend's roommate. muse a shows up when their friend isn't there and ends up hanging out with muse b one on one.

GO: our muses go to a zoo or theme park together and get lost.

INVITE: sender cooks for receiver for the first time

INVITED: receiver cooks for sender for the first time

TOGETHER: our muses spend the night for the first time

TRY: our muses hooked up and are hanging out the next day

COMFORT: sender is going through a break up and receiver offers to cheer them up

COMFORTED: receiver is going through a break up and sender offers to cheer them up

OFFER: sender gives receiver a ride to the airport/picks them up

OFERED: receiver gives sender a ride to the airport/picks them up

AID: sender helps receiver redecorate

AIDING: receiver helps sender redecorate

[leneemusing]

MEDICAL THEMED PROMPTS ( pt. 1 )

THE PHYSICIAN / NURSE

❝ i know this hurts but i need you to breathe, we're almost done. ❞

❝ can you open your eyes for me? ❞

❝ how long have you been experiencing those symptoms? ❞

❝ i can't help you unless you tell me the truth. ❞

❝ i know you wanna get discharged and go home, but we have to keep you for observation just a little longer. ❞

❝ i know you're scared, but you're in the right place. we're gonna do everything we can to make you better. ❞

❝ next time, call your general practioner or come see us sooner. google is not a reliable source. ❞

❝ just a few more stitches and we're done. ❞

❝ does it hurt when i touch here? ❞

❝ we're gonna get you fixed up, i promise. ❞

❝ i'd appreciate it if you could sit still and let me work, please. ❞

❝ sorry, could you repeat that last part for me? ❞

❝ is there anybody we can call for you? ❞

❝ it'll be a long road to recovery, do you have anyone at home to help? ❞

❝ it's a sprain. we'll get you a brace. ❞

❝ it does look like it's fractured, we're gonna get some imaging, okay? ❞

❝ you wanna see your x-rays? ❞

❝ bad news is its broken. good news, it's a clean break. with proper care and some physical therapy to follow up, it should heal well. ❞

❝ so you are going to need surgery. ❞

❝ don't worry, it's noninvasive and outpatient. ❞

❝ it is an invasive surgery, but we have some of the finest surgeons on the case. ❞

❝ we're a teaching hospital, is it okay if i let some student doctors observe? ❞

❝ i'm actually new. this is my first day. ❞

❝ i've never done this procedure before—well, except on cadavers. ❞

❝ that was unprofessional, i apologize. ❞

❝ tell me what's going on today? ❞

❝ you wanna tell me how you managed to get a gunshot wound like this? ❞

❝ that is a nasty laceration, what happened? ❞

❝ you know your blood type? ❞

❝ i know you haven't had the best of luck before, but i'm a new face. fresh ears. i am listening, i promise. ❞

❝ i'm sorry you've had a bad experience. i promise i believe you. ❞

❝ any pre-existing conditions we should know about? ❞

❝ how many fingers am i holding up? ❞

❝ we're gonna need to draw some blood. ❞

❝ you're right. i should've listened. ❞

❝ you need to listen to what i'm saying. ❞

❝ i know it sounds really scary, but we see it all the time. ❞

❝ it's manageable and you'll be able to live with it. but you have to follow the treatment plan. ❞

❝ if you keep moving like that it's gonna hurt more. please sit still. ❞

THE PATIENT

❝ honestly it doesn't hurt that much. ❞

❝ uhhh...that's not? normal, right...? ❞

❝ i'm sorry you said i'm gonna have to do what? ❞

❝ sorry, uh. could you repeat that? i'm nervous i wasn't really listening. ❞

❝ i hope it's not cancer. ❞

❝ well doctors do make the worst patients, what can i say. ❞

❝ could you just hold my hand for a second? ❞

❝ there's no one. it's just me. ❞

❝ shit—yeah, that hurts. that really hurts. ❞

❝ can i get outta here any time soon? ❞

❝ you look kinda young to be a doctor. ❞

❝ i thought i was fine but it just kept getting worse. ❞

❝ could i get something for the pain? ❞

❝ no—no drugs. please. ❞

❝ you're telling me it's 'just stress'? what's that supposed to even mean? ❞

❝ no one ever believes me. they think i'm exaggerating. i'm not making this up! ❞

❝ i just feel like i can't breathe. ❞

❝ that's a lot of blood... ❞

❝ how long is that supposed to take? ❞

❝ i'm scared of needles. ❞

❝ am i gonna be okay? ❞

❝ i-i'm so stupid. i should've been more careful. ❞

❝ do i really have to wear those gowns...? ❞

❝ what? what does that mean? ❞

❝ could you explain that again? ❞

❝ i'm having another episode. ❞

❝ i feel like i might pass out... ❞

❝ kinda wish i didn't have to be discharged. feels safer here than out there. ❞

❝ well aren't you doctor cutie? ❞

❝ have you ever done this before? ❞

❝ my veins are kinda tricky, try my left arm. ❞

❝ thank you. i mean it. ❞

❝ sorry i'm not trying to take it out on you i'm just really stressed. ❞

❝ i kinda hate hospitals. ❞

❝ don't come near me. ❞

❝ don't touch me! ❞

❝ that wasn't so bad. ❞

❝ there's air bubbles in my iv. ❞

❝ i don't mean to be difficult, it's just my condition is kinda particular and only my gp knows the details. i have this folder here that explains everything. ❞

❝ don't look at me like that. i know my own body. ❞

[dilfgifs]

Big Sky (2020-2023) || Happy Thoughts (2.10)

[huntingbound]

@huntaers

[wantdead]

" as long as i deem it necessary, hanna. " he spoke, voice firm as words came out in a bitter growl. " you're the one who wanted her to have a normal life. and i'm tryn'a honor that. " he explained, words cutting as if protesting against their very essence, too aware of all the choices that had been stripped from him throughout their child's upbringing. " and this? " he gestured right at her, " this is far from anything normal for her right now, so until i know everything about your miraculous return, you're not going anywhere near her. "

[huntingbound]

It was almost a comfort to hear her daughter to be living a normal life; she'd managed to find evidence suggesting as much after finding her college records in Denver, but her trail had gone cold upon discovering her graduation over a year prior. Only a couple weeks ago did she realize her best bet at finding Lily would be getting found herself. Thank god Dean was still kicking. "You think I haven't been trying to figure that out myself?" she asks bitterly. "I woke up nearly two months ago, in the same place I died. Alone. In the dark. And I still have about the same amount of answers now as I did back then. So I hope you know what the fuck you're doing, cause I sure don't."

[wantdead]

" she needs time, that's all, " he answered calmly, in an effort to explain instead of command. " look, i'm not tryn'a keep her from you. i would never do that. "

[huntingbound]

It's an active effort to bite her tongue; his tone coming across just pointedly enough to hint at what remained unsaid between them. Hanna didn't have time to try and justify herself to him right now, not when he was her best shot at getting to see Lily again. "Well I can't imagine there's ever a good time to find out your mother's come back from the dead, so exactly how long are you planning on dragging this out, Dean?"

[huntaersarchive]

"damn    …    another  round?  you'll  be  asking  for  my  soul  next."      and  he'd  probably  hand  it  straight  over.  travis  straightened  up  as  she  stepped  back,  pushing  himself  away  from  the  pool  table  he'd  been  leaning  down  on  just  to  be  that  hint  closer.  teeth  bite  at  the  smile  looking  at  hanna  brought  outta  him  and  he  reached  for  his  own  almost-empty  beer  bottle,  finishing  it  in  a  swig  while  signalling  'same  again'  to  the  bartender  with  his  spare  hand.  they're  local  enough  now  that  he  doesn't  need  to  elaborate.      "y'ever  gonna  let  me  buy  you  a  drink  somewhere  our  feet  don't  sometimes  stick  to  the  floor?"

[huntingbound]

"Sure," Hanna answers all too agreeably, "soon as you're able to beat me in a game, I'll go wherever you want. Corner pocket—" she calls with a mischievous smirk to her lips as she lines up her last shot, striking the cue ball with confidence as she seamlessly sinks the 8-ball in the correct pocket. The blonde straightens up with a prideful grin as her head cants in faux sympathy, "Maybe next time."

[wantdead]

" what i'm gonna do is what's best for lily, " he declared, tone sharp, equally assertive. " and i need you to trust me on that. "

[huntingbound]

"So you're saying that telling her her mother is alive isn't what's best for her?" she questioned defiantly, her tone laced with offense. "In what world does that make any sense?"

[huntingbound]

"I wanna see her, Dean," she asserts forcefully. "You're gonna take me to her." @wantdead