;crawled outta hell

William Anthony Harvelle Crawled straight outta' Hell for his girls. ~~ fc; charlie hunnam #;kingharvelle indie bill harvelle | spn

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[youvexbeenxgarthed-deactivated2]

King--Harvelle and Hellboundharris started following you

"Can I help you?"

[king--harvelle]

       ❝I'm lookin' for Bobby-- he ain't round here is he?❞

[king--harvelle]

;;ghosts of the past

[king--harvelle]

       ❝In your dreams, John.❞

                Bill followed suit, quickly downing his shot with a grin. The burn was familiar— and he welcomed the way it kept the memories at bay; all the pain.

                He held up the shot glass and winked— shoulders shaking in laughter; even though he tried to keep the laughter low because of the pain in his shoulder. ❝To all of that and more.❞

[daddyjohnwinchester-blog-deacti]

The sound of their glasses clinking together was confirmation to John that things were going to be okay. He drank the shot down and then ordered a bunch more for the two of them and suddenly John stopped and let out a sigh.

"You know, you’re a sight for sore eyes, Bill." he smiled, downing another shot.

[king--harvelle]

        Bill finished his shot;; and for a moment-- sat there twiddling his thumbs as the whole situation hit him. He was dead. And somehow-- by some miracle; he was back and sitting in some bar with his bestfriend like it was a normal day. It made his head spin; and he turned to meet John's smile with a grin of his own.

          ❝Surprised y'can still see; the 'mount of beatings you've taken.❞

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[king--harvelle]

;;ghosts of the past

[daddyjohnwinchester-blog-deacti]

John laughed and then he shook his head, drowning down all of his bad memories with the first shot of whiskey. “You know that I could out drink you any day, Bill!” John almost challenged the man, before winking at his friend.

He found his heart hurting once more, he had missed Bill so much— he could never truly forgive himself, regardless of the fact that he was sitting right here, alive with him, drinking and laughing.

John raised his shot glass and smiled at Bill “To old friends, to live, to love and to second chances?” he shrugged and laughed a bit.

[king--harvelle]

       ❝In your dreams, John.❞

                Bill followed suit, quickly downing his shot with a grin. The burn was familiar-- and he welcomed the way it kept the memories at bay; all the pain.

                He held up the shot glass and winked-- shoulders shaking in laughter; even though he tried to keep the laughter low because of the pain in his shoulder. ❝To all of that and more.❞

[king--harvelle]

    ❝ My daddy shot your daddy in the head. ❞

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[jxgheadjvnes]

I let the darkness seep through the cracks. Love is bleeding, I curse my breathing. The day is gone…

[jasnbourne]

1-2 / 55 caps of John Winchester

[indierp-confessions]

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[agent-peggycarter-deactivated20]

Your muse just walked in on mine holding a newborn baby. How does yours react?

[king--harvelle]

[king--harvelle]

;;ghosts of the past

[daddyjohnwinchester-blog-deacti]

John couldn’t help but laugh. He was still the same Bill that he had always known— the pit didn’t change him any and he was unbelieably happy. He then shook his head and ordered two shots of Jack. “We’re going to get so drunk we forget our own names.” John said, looking at Bill, his chest still tight.

[king--harvelle]

       Bill was happy-- he was home and he had his family; and his best friend-- and if he tried hard enough-- he could put what happened in the pit to the back of his mind and forget it. It wasn't new to him; pushing away bad memories. Shaking his head, Bill gave John a shove as he laughed.

               "That should only take you 'bout two shots then."

[reoandaknifecollection]

"What if he dies. I’m not mama. She...she’s so much...better and braver. I couldn’t take care of Mary on my own." Jo shook her head, leaning down to grab Mary and hold her closely. "But...I can’t just ask Dean to stop. He’s done it since he was four." Jo ran a hand over Mary’s blonde curls, handing her back to Bill. 

[king--harvelle]

        { Bill just sat there and listening, bouncing his granddaughter on his knee as he frowned-- seeing how panicked and stressed out Jo really was. }

            "Y'know what I said when I first saw you kiddo? That you were the spit of y'momma. An' you are-- and God willin' that you never have to deal with bringing Mary up on your own-- but if y'had to; I know you could deal with it. Plus; y'got me now, an I ain't going anywhere."

[southerncomforted-deactivated20]

[she jumps a little, startled out of her sleep deprived thoughts at the sound of his voice. Her teeth clamp down on her lip and she nods unconvincingly. It’s weak, he’ll probably see right through it, but Gen has an issue with putting her pride aside]                      “I’m alright, sir. Jus’ a lil drained. This coffee is helpin’ though.”

[king--harvelle]

        { Bill's brow raises as he gives an unconvinced nod-- before nodding towards the coffee. }

               "S'on the house kid. Lemme' know when you need a refill."

        { It was the least he could do-- the girl didn't look much older than Jo and Bill knew what it was to be tired as fuck and downing coffee like it was going out of fashion just to stay awake. }

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[king--harvelle]

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[queen--harvelle-blog]

    [ Ellen’s heart was beating so fast. Ellen took a very short step back from him. She eyed the man from his feet to his head. He was covered in dirt, ratty clothes and worn leather. Just as she remembered him. But there was also this tiredness in his eyes. This ache and pain that he couldn’t shake. She wondered what power could have brought such a man as him back to this earth and why. She leaned into his touch evermore. Not wanting it to leave her. ]

     —“I know. I shoulda’ stopped you..”

[ Ellen frowned a little and nodded her head. ]

"She’s stubborn like you too."

[king--harvelle]

        { Bill hadn't take a moment to figure out what or who might've brought him back to life-- dragged him out of Hell; but he wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth. He'd been more focused on dragged his battered body back to the Roadhouse-- back to Ellen and Jo. His thumb ran along her cheek-- memorizing every detail of her; and he gave a chuckle-- shaking his head. Chip of the ol' block-- was Jo. Maybe that wasn't a good thing. }

              "You couldn'a stopped me. I was a stubborn ass.                Looks like Jo's inherited tha' too."

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