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My name? Samael. I don't suppose you'd recognize it, but if you do, you'd best show me due respect. ((Indie angel OC blog, somewhat original, somewhat SPN))

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Well, look who it was. Of all the angels Samael wanted to meet, this was probably the one on the bottom of the list. The very bottom. He smiled thinly, crossing his arms. Like hell he would show this brother of his any deference.

"Michael." He said coldly. "Fancy meeting you here. Rumor had it that you'd been...indisposed."

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Now this was a familiar presence. Almost a welcome one, too, for it had been a long time since he'd been around anyone he could say with honesty he liked. And yet now here he was.

"Remiel, it's been a long time." He nodded at his brother, a smile almost tugging at his lips. "A very long time."

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hello yes i love all you new followers i will be getting some greetings posts out to you guys soon promise <3

[llucifallen]

the devil's in the details || open

            Reacquainting oneself with a former body that never quite fit right after being so snuggled up alongside a soul made for you is… uncomfortable, to say the least. Thankfully for the Devil, while also an unfortunate plight, he was not yet at full Archangel potential, therefore the poor soulless body of Nick could still house him without deteriorating from the inside out.

            At current, Lucifer Morningstar found himself in Stull, Kansas, 10 miles west of Lawrence, where he knew Sam Winchester was born. This is where he last stood inside of the hunter’s body before being tossed unwillingly back into his prison cell, dragging three others with him, much to his dismay.

            He wasn’t sure why, exactly, he returned to Stull. Perhaps it was the buzz in the back of his tainted Grace that pulled him towards the cemetery that was said by the locals to be one of the seven gateways to hell. Oh, that made him laugh, how right those apes were. There was a feeling left that perhaps he was there to meet with someone.

            Lucifer had been correct, of course. He stood underneath of a tree rotten with age when the footsteps behind him came to a halt. If it was an angel, they would certainly recognize him by the cracked halo that still shone around his head. If it was a demon… well, they were his children, after all. They would never forget his face, no matter how much he wanted to forget theirs. And if it was a human… his hands balled into fists at the mere thought of a human approaching him unwarranted.

            With an intake of air, he turned on his heels and gave the kindest smile he could muster to the being behind him. He was almost taken aback at who he saw. “Well, well well. I was certainly expecting someone, but i’m surprised it’s you.”

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Lucifer. The Morningstar, the King of Hell, et cetera, et cetera. He was known by many names, of course, not all of them flattering, but Samael still knew him as 'leader'. As 'brother'. 

He had been one of the first to side with him, when the first war in Heaven brewed millennia ago, and though that choice had caused him to be imprisoned, lonely and cold and trapped deep within the bowels of Heaven, he would still choose the same one again. 

He was loyal to Lucifer, would always be, despite knowing how foolish his actions had been. They had been foolish, all of the ones that rebelled under the Morningstar's banner, but considering what had happened since, perhaps those fools had been the wise ones after all.

It was that loyalty that drew Samael to Stull Cemetery. He'd felt a familiar presence on the wind, one which had shocked him and sent him flying towards it -- if it were really who he thought it was, he wasn't sure what he'd do. But if it were fake, whoever had been dumb enough to take his form would die but slowly.

He landed on dry ground among old tombstones, unconsciously adjusting his suit jacket and cuffs, old habits of wanting to look his best when meeting his older brother and leader. He approached slowly, almost cautious and almost reverential -- the vessel was small and felt weak, and he was still suspicious, but then, the cage would weaken anyone.

He knew the smile, though, and just barely restrained himself from bowing, instead returning one of his own. "I don't blame you for being surprised, my brother. It's been far too long, and the last time we saw one another, it was not under pleasant circumstances."

"But despite that -- hello, Lucifer."

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               There it was. The melody of the fluttering wings, flashing so quick through his ears that he almost never got the chance to react accordingly and acknowledge a presence. This time — this time, however, he was expecting it and thus how he’d managed to synchronize the motion of his legs abruptly footing him to a steady standing position to the greeting of the unfamiliar face.

                      A scowl had been overwritten through his facial muscles as his chest squared up his shoulders into a defensive posture.

        “Yeah, wouldn’t doubt that a bit.” Dean’s eyes glazed the angel’s figure incredulously and he hardly restrained himself when it came to show that, his every gesture and word oozing of hostile distrust-fullness.

                      “Who’re you?” 

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He was a little disappointed that he hadn't made the Winchester jump, but ah well. He was probably used to it. What a shame.

He crossed his arms, openly amused at his hostility. Not that he blamed him; his siblings were all assholes, to say the least. Really, with that sort of experience, one can't be too wary. 

"Who am I?" He asked, a small smirk on his face. "My name is Samael, Dean Winchester. And of course I don't need to ask who you are -- you're rather infamous among my siblings." He let himself chuckle softly; the rumors he'd heard had painted a much more imposing picture than the bow-legged, green-eyed pretty boy in front of him, but he knew better than to take him lightly. 

"So why did you call me, then, Dean?" He asked pleasantly. "I seem to recall hearing you had your own angel on, what's the phrase, speed dial?"

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[misericordiaxregnorum]

Since the fall, her time on earth had been a challenge. One of those challenges had been reuniting with siblings that she had not seen in countless millennia. 

"Good to see you, Samael." She returned, "I see you’re adjusting well to the fall and taking advantage of being free from your prison."

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"Zadkiel, a pleasure." He did recognize this angel, thankfully, and was able to greet her by name. While he wasn't very fond of a good number of his siblings, at least she was one he was more ambivalent to than anything.

"But of course I am." He continued with a soft chuckle. "It's been some time since I was imprisoned, and being free is certainly a novelty I plan to enjoy as long as possible." He paused, before continuing with some amusment. "I suppose most of our siblings aren't having an easy time of things, then."

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     •∰ Samael had been a former student, as Death called it, though far more difficult to deal with than Azrael or the Pagan gods and goddesses of death. He was in no way their father, but treated them as an uncle would his nieces and nephews, rewarding and punishing as required. Death was more concerned with the overall product, while God remained more solely dependent on his own word.

❝Things became rather interesting, so I was informed. I must admit that it was far from a lie.❞

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"Interesting, mm?" 

Death -- his mentor, so to speak. He was an angel of Death, so of course the Horseman who bore that name, that force of nature, the pale rider himself would be the one to teach him of mortality. His skills, though, were rusty due to the long years of imprisonment, and so it was with slight...shamefulness, did he speak to his former teacher. "It's a shame I missed it, then."

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[the-abaddon]

Abaddon considered Samael’s assessment, “He might win the battle but I’m not so sure he’ll win the war. Being led by your passions and impulses means somewhere along the line you’ll make a crucial mistake. I can see a third party swooping in when they’ve both exhausted their forces. Well, if someone had the brains to do it.” That was coming to be a hard quality to find these days, especially in angels.  It was almost a bit shameful at how many of Hell’s rulers had been deposed. From Azazel, to Lilith, to Lucifer himself. Abaddon nodded, “Yes, he’s back in the cage… again. Who knows if he’ll ever make it out again.” She shrugged, and she appeared less concerned than she might have once been. Lucifer had his turn to try and fulfill his plans, and she was beginning to think that he no longer stood for what he once did. If he ever stood for what he said did. She grinned slightly, imagining how being cooped up after that long would make someone more than a little murderous. “Good help is hard to find, is all I’m saying,” she chuckled. Her expression then softened, “It’s forgiven, brother.” Why should she get so worked up about a few demons when she had her long lost brother here? “And what are your plans on earth now that you’re free?”

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"Mmmm. You do have a point. I do hope you're right, and that whoever the third party is is clever enough to do so." Yes, hopefully if a third party did intervene, it was someone with common sense -- though, admittedly, in that case it probably wouldn't be an angel. Most of them, including the two war leaders, didn't have a brain to spare.

He sighed, shrugging slightly. "Well, I can't say I'm surprised at that. Or too broken up over it." Their former boss was in a cell no one could reopen once again, and he wasn't exactly shedding tears. While he'd remain loyal to Lucifer if it really came down to it, as long as Lucifer wasn't around he was a free agent, and none too willing to follow the Morningstar's footsteps.

"Indeed it is." He replied, with a soft laugh to match her chuckle. "As for my plans, I haven't quite decided yet. I want to enjoy my freedom as long as possible, and stay out of the way of those morons I'm forced to call siblings, but other than that, I've got nothing specific in mind." He paused, smirking slightly. "Any suggestions, sister?"

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Samandriel nodded at Samael’s acknowledgement, returning the pleasantries as he would to any other sibling. “It is pleasure to officially meet you as well. And I do imagine it has been a very long time since you have been in the presence of another angel.”

The angel gave a slight tilt of his head at his brother’s words. “I find that most surprise stems from some sense of familiarity I feel towards you.” He paused, correcting his posture as he recalled that he were in the presence of one of his oldest siblings. “I assume that you are enjoying your freedom. It did not strike me that the prisoners would also be released, but I do assume such a feat as ejecting the angels from heaven has few exceptions.”

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Well, the boy was surprisingly polite. What a well-mannered little brother, even though he knew what his elder had done. It was appreciated, Samael had to admit. "It has, really. Quite a long time. Our other brothers were imprisoned with me, but none of us saw each other, or even spoke often."

He paused, almost curious. "Familiarity? How odd. You're very young, Samandriel, so I doubt we've met. Perhaps, though..." He didn't want to mention it, sympathy if it were true overriding curiosity -- he knew what that bitch Naomi did to people. And the entrance to the cells were close enough in proximity to where she did her work, it might be a viable explanation. But, subject change. "I'm enjoying it very much, yes. I was surprised as I'm sure you are, but then again, you have a point. That kind of spell leaves little room for any exceptions, especially one as powerful as this."

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"—Ah, Chammuel." He greeted his sister with a nod, a few degrees warmer than usual — he actually kind of liked this one. "You seem to have done quite well for yourself."

[ifollowthestrings]

"Well you know me. I find my niche and just go with it." she tossed her hair, back , shrugging, "I’m not one for fighting. You know my motto, make love not war."

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"Of course." He replied, chuckling. That was this particular sister of his, for you. Angel of Love, after all. It stood to reason she was doing quite well, all things considered. "Suppose you're staying out of our little brothers' little family spat, too, then? I certainly am."

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gdi i'm halfway through my drafts and then i check activity and i missed a bunch more replies

//drowns in drafts help i'm so sorry everyone i promise i'll get all these done today

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I am so sorry I've been MIA on this blog for a couple days, I've had a bunch of catching up to do on my Cas blog and just. Flails. So much discombobulation.

But I will try to get my drafts done, and hello new followers!

[ifollowthestrings]

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Look at you all alive and kicking. Good for you.

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"--Ah, Chammuel." He greeted his sister with a nod, a few degrees warmer than usual -- he actually kind of liked this one. "You seem to have done quite well for yourself."

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             ”C’mon, already. Uh —”

      He’d never done that before. Not with anyone other than Cas. Moreover, last time Dean had decided that angels were his last resort, that ended up exactly with the mess he was muddling in right then. Though with a certain acceptance, a bittersweet one at it too, his head bowed down as his eyes slammed tight.

                  “Whoever may be listenin’ to this — I don’t even care anymore. I’m in a lil’ situation over here and I’m also kinda holdin’ this deep grudge against you feathered, diapered douchebags. If you come in peace, all fine by me. But I also got some sigils layin’ around and I’m in a real mood to flash some of ‘em if needed.

                                        This is Dean Winchester.”

He didn't normally listen to prayers. He wasn't really the type to do good deeds, after all, and besides. Humans were so very needy. Help me do this, help me win that, I want this, blah blah blah. It was so repetitive and shallow.

But this prayer was one of the few that slipped by, and it piqued his interest immediately. Dean Winchester. Oh, he'd heard of him. And his brother. The two humans who stopped the Apocalypse and caused Heaven no end of trouble -- he liked them already. So to hear one beg for help, and in such a...very unfriendly way, too...

It would certainly seem worth his time. At the very least, it would be entertaining.

He appeared with a rustle of dark wings, adjusting his suit jacket and studying the human before him.

"You rang, Winchester?" He asked, an amused smirk on his face. "And so politely, too. I simply had to come."

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[oopsitsgabriel]

      “I wouldn’t say i’m minding my own business— just staying away from the family drama.”

{Weren’t angels supposed to be… well, angelic? After living among humans for so long, you learned that their idea of ‘angelic’ were hopelessly skewed. They thought that angels, being God’s children, were kind, gentle. That they guided humans on the path of ‘good’. Gabriel found it laughable. Angels had just as many faults as humans. They faught just as much— maybe even more. And they had their own family squabbles as well.

All in all, angels were nothing like what humans thought they were, and sometimes Gabriel wonders where the hell they got that idea from.

Gabriel snorted again and clapped a hand to Samael’s shoulder. The kid was smart, he’d give him that. }

      “Yanno, it’s good to have you back, kid. You weren’t as bad as Mikey made you out to be.”

{Hah, that was a joke. Most of the things that Michael talked shit about weren’t nearly as bad. He exaggerated too much for his own good. And if Gabriel was being honest with himself, he couldn’t bring himself to hate any of the angels, even if they were douchebags. The one thing he wanted was for angels to stop being assholes and just learn to live a little.  }

      “What are your plans now that you’ve broken away from the shackles that is angelic imprisonment?”

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"Not a bad plan, really." 

He had to admit, the phrase 'family drama' was a good way to describe angels in general. Because let's face it, when was there not some kind of spat between some angel or other and one of their other siblings. It was like living with an army of incredibly powerful and vindictive children.

And he probably didn't even know the half of it, given that all he knew was from rumors and stories passed along within the prison he'd been rotting in for millennia.

He started when Gabriel threw an arm around him, but managed to force a small smile. Personal space, brother. Not used to being touched. But he did appreciate the sentiments expressed.

"It's good to be free." He replied. "Though, dare I even ask what dear brother Michael said about me? I hate to think what my little siblings grew up hearing." A slight edge crept into his voice when he spoke of Michael -- not that he hated him, per say...oh, who was he kidding, he hated Michael. But at least the archangel hadn't killed him, right? Whatever.

The edge was still there, though a little lessened, as he continued. "As far as my plans, go, I have none. I mostly think I'll enjoy my freedom to the best of my abilities. Stay out of the war and see what life has to offer. I've been bored a long time, and humanity certainly seems entertaining enough."

[rpmememaker]

Sentence Meme sentences

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"Are you crazy?”

"Are you even listening to me?"

"Are you even listening to yourself?"

"Are you sure they won’t find out?”

"Are you sure this is legal?”

"Are you sure you know what you’re doing?”

"Are you threatening me?"

"Be mine."

"Do I know you?"

"Do you love me?"

"Do you remember this?"

"Do you trust me?"

"Don’t go."

"Don’t let me die"

"Don’t look at me like that."

"Don’t make me beg.”

"Don’t you dare come near me!"

"Don’t you dare."

"Explain yourself."

"For you, I would _____"

"Give it back."

"Give me another chance."

"Have you ever even done this before?"

"How drunk are you right now?"

"I already regret this."

"I am not wearing that.”

"I can’t believe you missed that."

"I can’t do this anymore."

"I can’t even look at you."

"I could kill you!"

"I dare you." or "I dare you to _____."

"I didn’t do it.""

"I didn’t know you could do that."

"I don’t want to look at you right now.”

"I guess this is goodbye.”

"I hate you."

"I have to go."

"I just want to cuddle."

"I know your secret.”

"I love you, but I really wish I didn’t.”

"I love you."

"I miss you so very much."

"I missed you."

"I need a drink."

"I need a hug."

"I never really loved you."

"I owe you."

"I think I broke it."

"I think I’m falling in love with you. "

"I think I’m forgetting something."

"I think it’s broken.”

"I trust you."

"I want to be yours."

"I want to try this thing I read in a book.”

"I want you. Naked. In my bed. Now."

"I’ll be there in five minutes.”

”This is really inappropriate.”

"I’m all for spicing thing’s up, but isn’t this a bit much?”

"I’m bad for you.”

"I’m dying."

"I’m going to be sick."

"I’m not speaking to you anymore."

"I’m pregnant and it’s yours."

"I’ve never heard that one before."

"If you stay quiet, no one will know.”

"Is that my shirt?"

"It was me"

"It’s so beautiful.”

"It’s time to choose.”

"Just five more minutes."

"Just go."

"Just leave me alone."

"Just let me die."

"Just relax."

"Just what did we do last night?"

"Kiss me you idiot."

"Kiss me."

"Make me."

"Marry me?"

"My Parents don’t know"

"My parents know.""

"Never again."

"Nh, don’t be so rough!"

"No, that can’t be my baby."

"No! You can’t die on me now!"

"Put it away.”

"Put your trousers on!"

"Put. The. Weapon. Down."

"Shut up and listen."

"Take responsibility."

"That isn’t mine."

"That looked easier on TV."

"That sounds painful."

"That was a bad plan."

"That’s mine!”

"That’s the cheesiest pickup line I’ve ever heard."

"They’re coming.”

"This seems familiar."

"This stays between us."

"Truth hurts, don’t it?"

"Want to hear a secret?"

"We need to talk."

"We’re moving too fast.”

"Well that was unexpected."

"What are we doing here?"

"What are you afraid of?"

"What are you touching?"

"What are you?"

"What do you need?"

"What happened to you?"

"What have I done this time?"

"What if someone catches us?”

"What sort of noise was that?”

"What the hell do you think you’re doing?"

"What were you thinking?"

"Where are my clothes?"

"Where did you find this?"

"Where do you even find this sort of thing?”

"Where were you?"

"Who’d have guessed you could pull such a face?”

"Why are you wearing that?"

"Why yes, I am as think as you drunk I am."

"You could have died!”

"You could have killed someone!"

"You coward."

"You don’t need to be so gentle.”

"You drive me crazy!"

"You have ten minutes, so make it quick.”

"You lied to me!"

"You mean everything to me."

"You owe me."

"You. Come. Snuggle. NOW!"

"You’re all out of ____."

"You’re an idiot.”

"You’re bad for me.”

"You’re dead to me."

"You’re pregnant and It’s mine"

"You’re really good at this…”

"You’re so weird.""

"You’re under arrest."