✖╰ 𝙳 𝙴 𝙰 𝚃 𝙷;;

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&&. (   hostender ---

          there was a harsh mutter of ‘son of a bitch’ somewhere between getting his shirt all but ripped off and being pinned to the nearest flat surface, but it’s about all he manages to hiss before the demand is hitting his ears. of all the things jesse was and appeared to be, COMPLIANT was not one of them. yet here, pinned between DEATH and a hard place, his palms were pressed into the surface behind him and there was an arch in his shoulders that wasn’t normally present.

          he huffed, gaze quickly cast to the side. ❝what, hunters don’t get scars?❞ his spite could only get him so far, though. scars came from blades, bullets, arrows on occasion —- he was pretty sure no one else had strange sigils marring fifty percent of their body like a hot iron brand. he looked back, making the mistake of letting his eyes land on dean’s mouth before glaring at him. ❝angels.❞

he’s somewhere between surprised and incredibly unsurprised. of course it would be. even with as redeemable as Cas was, of course not all angels would let Jesse off the hook so easily. his jaw clenches hard, but his eyes are soft, arm lowering to let Jesse have his space back, let him have his room. he shouldn’t have intruded. he shouldn’t have forced it out of him like this--but he did....

       ❛   sorry... I didn’t mean---I... you didn’t DESERVE this, Jesse---   ❜     he says softly, gently--his hand raising to press against his chest, as if the heat of his palm against Jesse’s skin could heal him like fucking Jesus--but Dean was only human  ( actually Death ),  and he had no healing powers, no powers to give, only the power to take.        ❛   those bastards should’ve NEVER come near you.   ❜    

[lupita-nyongio]

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                ( NAME: Mei Winchester.    BIRTH PARENTS: deceased.     ADOPTIVE PARENTS: Darius & Dean Winchester. OTHER FAMILY: Mary Winchester , Sam Winchester , John Winchester ( deceased. ) , Castiel.    ETHNICITY: Chinese.   SPECIES: Dire Wolf.     AGE RANGE: currently 11 —- aging process slows at 19. )

A LOUD BANG and hands cupped over ears that didn’t seem to wear down to human.    she couldn’t control when her bones shifted and snapped into a place that didn’t show normal.    her parents brought her here to be safe —- but they didn’t realize how RUTHLESS , American Hunters were. both bodies of her parents hit the ground and the table she hid under flipped. a scream , a cry for help as her fingers balled into her dress , mucus and tears down her face.     but right as he pointed gun — his head snapped to the right with crimson and gore before thudding hard to the ground.

wheezing , gasping for air. hiccups and sniffles as she trembled.    black military boots being seen first and then he crouched.    feline sterling hues flashing to tell her   it was going to be okay.     he took his own weapon and placed it onto black leather harness that bound his chest.    arms opening that she quickly   without much hesitation   jumped into.   she did not know this man , but her bones shook and told her that he was safe.   the palm of his hand resting against hair and stroking giving off gentle  coo ’s  of comfort.    slowly he stood scooping her up in arms , tightly and protective as the next man ran in with widen eyes.     a bit more rugged —- and smelled of cheap gas and burgers.

there weren’t much words between the two.     in fact it seemed to be more speaking with eyes and head tilts. what was going to come of her , exactly?     she fell asleep on chest , lap soon after that. they put her in a car and she curled against the one with body heat of stars and light.     they spoke , but so silently it was more of hushed mumbles that she couldn’t catch on.   her exhaustion , and sadness didn’t allow her.     ( or maybe it was because the one who held her , controlled sound. ).    they walked down into a bunker ——- which looked awful from the outside ,    BUT INSIDE IT FELT LIKE HOME.

three others stood , a woman with a face full of worry.     and two other men with faces of confusion , while the longer haired looked to the rugged with a slight smirk.    ❛  we sent you two on a hunt , and you bring back a kid? ❜    ❛  shut up Sam. ❜     the woman reached arms and she took them.     tail gently thumping as she hid her face.     fear melting into safety , comfort. whoever these people were —– they were home now.    [   @obiitvs    ]

[obiitvs-blog]

       he’s DEMANDING and rough about the situation. the subject had been dropped due to other pressing matters--Jesse’s freak out about the end of the world and more hunts were among them as well as Dean’s actual job as Death. believe it or not, it was a lot of fucking work, so it wasn’t like he had time to babysit Jesse--not that Jesse really needed babysitting; today, however, became a day of rest with Dean hovering over Jesse now, glaring down at the thin scars on his body.        ❛   alright, SPILL IT. I wanna know where all these came from.   ❜    

@hostender // *finger guns*

[obiitvs-blog]

&&. (   praycd ---

     HE ISN’T EXPECTING ANGER AS the initial response. though, he’s not sure why. push too hard and you get sharp resistance –––––––– they’re all like that. DAD used to be like that. but unlike when he used to get it from dad, he gathers patience. he’s older, now ; has the capability. besides, he’s got no CHOICE. it isn’t like their father was ever in a situation as delicate as this, as they have been most of the time in the past several years. it’s strange, how over his head the two of them are. dean is dead ( is he undead ? ), dean is DEATH. ceo of the reapers. does it make him a moster ? he doesn’t want to think about it too hard. 

     so he gathers his patience. sucks a breath in through his nose, using COLD AIR to pace himself. ‘ … I think it is my business. ’ his face can be stony too, brother. dean owes him –––––––– explanation, at least. after everything, he’s pretty sure he’s got a right. ‘ dean. what’s the HORSEMAN got on you, huh ? ’

        OF COURSE Sam deserves to know. he should know--it doesn’t mean Dean wants him to know. it’s nothing shameful, nothing terrible or awful; nothing that Sam can’t handle and Dean can’t dish, except Dean can’t dish it. he doesn’t want to serve a steaming pile of truth and reality to Sam, but the Mark had been eating away at him, chewing at his nerves to kill and to hunt. ISOLATION seemed the best option, and what was more isolating than death? or pseudo-death, rather. 

     the horsemen had offered him ranking among them, an apprentice of sorts. Death himself would train him in his way, and when the time came, when Death had eaten his fill, he would pass his ring onto Dean, and Dean could TAKE HIS FILL of souls and misery until a new, poor, desperate person would step up to take his place as well. 

     it was better this way--because Dean wasn’t ACTUALLY dead, but he could stay away from people, away from killing, away from Sam. he could learn to control the Mark on his own terms, and from taking souls, it could be appeased and satiated. it was a win-win for Dean--and it was a loss for Sam, but he could get over it, as Sam always does: resilient Sam, unquestioning Sam--Sam who didn’t search for Dean while he was in purgatory; Sam who chose a demon over his own brother; Sam who has never once listened to Dean when it really mattered, so why should Dean listen to him now?       ❛   NOTHING, Sammy. I chose this.   ❜     

[ornitus-deactivated20180717]

“time passes slower without you.”

roles had been switched , at least for the sleeping part of their laze.      who would have thought   marriage and kids? for either of them ——- let alone together.     fingers gently threaded themselves through locks of dark , dirty blonde. was this the perfect life?     no.    there was still demons and maker only knew what peering around the corner.            ( THEIR OWN CHILD A WEREWOLF , SAVED FROM A HUNT. ).     but it was still a life he was happy to    crash land into.    index and thumb brushed over rugged cheek as his lowered his head to peer down , sterling meeting forest green.     ❛  funny … because when I’m here it seems to move far too quickly. ❜

time     was the enemy.     an immortal and mortal     ( oh what a normal tragic love story. ).    but wasn’t that to beauty of it all?     to   fall in love , start a family.     it certainly wasn’t a life Capricorn himself expected.     head lowered as nose pressed against crook of neck giving a sigh of content.     how many times had a demon spout out the Winchester’s would be the death of him?     ( far too many. ).     and yet he was more alive than he had been in centuries.     —- despite the cuts and bruises along the way. arms tightened themselves around frame as he begun to purr but cut by the thudding of  tiny  feet ,    and giggles that echoed the room.

              ❛  and that doesn’t mean you and your brother go off and kill the keeper of time , Dean. ❜

head lifting to the call   nature , instinct  taking over.     for a child that was not blood to them.     corners of lips pulling into a smile as he pecked cheek slowly pushing the other off so he could stand.     grabbing a bottle of beer and blowing icy breath to tip before handing it down with a wink.     and   off he went , to deal with the child that could never stop her ears and tail.      IT WAS NOT A FAMILY , WITH A WHITE PICKET FENCE.      not a family that could sit down together all the time and enjoy a meal.       not a family that could look into the darkness and not believe in monsters.      BUT IT WAS A FAMILY. ——— a screwed up one with two hunters , a broken angel , a fallen constellation , and a little girl that had wolf pumping through her veins.             it was home.

[obiitvs-blog]

sings in hushed, yet sweetly tone in death's ear: "i need a gangsta~ to love me betta than all the others do~"

              honey, you need to literally stop flirting with Death

[obiitvs-blog]

&&. (   praycd ---

     IT’S TOO MUCH POWER FOR SOMEONE who is even a little human, who even was once human and might not be, anymore ( can’t be, right ? ). sam knows this. they fuck with the balance of things, it’s what they do ( and he knows that, too ) … but this ? this is too much. too far gone and no way to turn back, now. his brother must have been cognizant of that when he made this choice –––––––––– that it’s the NATURAL ORDER ITSELF that’s been tainted down to the core. angels and demons call these strange times. sam calls every rock of the boat the apocalypse. between the two of them, most of the time, it damn well could be. 

     when he says he trusts dean, though, he means it without a second thought. there’s nothing good about this, no way to settle his stomach … but at least he can believe that it’s not going to be the end of all things. perhaps just the end of things that need ending ––––––––– people who have reached their end ( sam has reached the end too many times to count ; what of him ? ). a breath leaves his nose like a kick in the gut. he grunts. ‘ what is it, really ? ’

       of course it’s too much power for someone human--that’s why Dean’s gone through whatever ordeals that Death’s put him through and currently. he has to remove his humanity. it makes Dean bittersweet--to lose his humanity to save his humanity. he supposes that this is how it was always going to be--never dead, always dying, losing his humanity more and more. it was always going to be this way, wasn’t it? he was always going to lose his humanity; he was always going to lose Sammy--Dean was always going to LOSE.

         he grits his teeth, wishing Sam wouldn’t ask questions, wishing Sam knew him better than to ask him questions. he wishes there had been another way, and Dean wishes they could just be on the road and not... whatever this is--but needs Sam to go away. for this to work, for him to be Death, he needs Sam to leave him alone, to let him go.       ❛   what it IS is none of your business.   ❜     

[obiitvs-blog]

&&. (   bittenrage ---

        ❝   &&    who the hell are   YOU? ? ?  ❞

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       ❛   that’s not really important. you’ll figure it out later. LISTEN, you gotta listen to me, okay? stop trying to yourselves killed, alright? it’s irritating.   ❜    

[obiitvs-blog]

&&. (   heartveined ---

             “  one  thing  i  really  hate??   people  who  don’t  know  shit  telling  me  what  to  do.  “

        ❛   well that’s where you’re WRONG, because I do know... and you need to stop.   ❜    

[obiitvs-blog]

&&. (   voidkept ---

        “     why not? i kind of LIKE the idea of playing with people’s hearts.     ”      literally, not figuratively.    he’s two seconds away from tearing some guy’s heart straight from his chest, just to have something to do.

           ❛     KID, that’s not... put--put that back right now. I can’t talk to you when you’re doing this.      ❜

[obiitvs-blog]

&&. (   praycd ---

     IT ISN’T THAT HE’S AFRAID. he isn’t. too much time has passed in which sam has learned how to keep his head above water, and with his eyes clear, he’s seen his brother through and through. there’s no bone left, no ounce of blood that does not trust his brother –––––– when his brother is himself. dean does good. nothing but. he does RIGHT, and if anyone knows, it’s sam. if this job is it, then sam’s brother will do it wisely. it’s the parts that aren’t sam’s brother that have his teeth set, that curl his fists tight in the pockets of his coat. 

     don’t start like that. it’s against the rules. the game is confusing, changes all the damn time ––––– … but it’s one they know how to play ( hell, they’re the ONLY players ). don’t hit for the hard stuff just yet. he rocks back on his heels, APPRAISES, quite the same way he hopes never to be appraised. smirks wan and paper thin. ‘ so what, is it the junk food that won you over ? ’ // @obiitvs

        his teeth grit. he knows Sam doesn’t mean it like that--he knows Sam is just trying to make light of the situation, because that’s all they ever do nowadays. joke and have fun despite impending doom--but doom has already arrived, and it’s arrived in the softest of ways, the subtlest of ways, sneaking up behind them and taking them away so gently that they never even noticed, but Dean supposes that that’s what Death does. 

       and he supposes that Death didn’t do him the favor of taking Sam away before Dean had to--or maybe Sam is EVADING DEATH like they’ve always done. he shrugs, pretending like everything’s okay, like he isn’t itching to get Sam as far away from him as possible, like he isn’t heartbroken that he’s got to pretend like he doesn’t want to hug Sam and never let him go.    ❛   free food. it really pays, y’know.   ❜     

[stephanierps]

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@ornitus

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&&. (   heartveined ---

“  why  should  i,  though?   you  don’t  really  care.  “

     ❛   no, I don’t. I CAN’T, but I do know that you ain’t dying any time soon, so stop tryin’.   ❜    

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DARIUS:   “ no one ever said being human was so …exhausting. ” DEAN:   “yeah, Cas said the same thing.” DARIUS:  " how do you do it?  … eating , sleeping , bathing , breathing – it’s all .. so fucking complex. “