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sarah cameron - braeden written privately in eric kripke's supernatural

[sarahbraeden]

an  independent, private  and  low  activity  portrayal  of  sarah  elizabeth  cameron, written  in  the  universe  of  eric  kripke's  supernatural  as  an  original  character, featuring  my  own  personal  lore  and  extremely  inspired  by  the  early  seasons  of  supernatural  aesthetic. this  portrayal  is  heavily  affiliated  with  @benbraeden and @lilyspaintedred. written  by  holly, 25.

sarah  embarks  on  a  journey  to  find  answers  relating  to  her  mother's  disappearance, spending  months  alone  upon  the  road  attempting  to  learn  the  hunter - lifestyle, she  scourges  town  after  town, succeeding  and  failing  in  turn  to  protect  the  innocent  from  the  horrors  of  the  supernatural, slowly  uncovering  the  missing  pieces  of  elizabeth  cameron's  final  days. until  she  meets  @benbraeden. . .

[merluca-ga]

[benbraeden]

❛ bullshit. i know you better than that. ❜

oh he knows. maybe she even knows him better than he knows himself, knows that he can never hide what he feels from her, can never keep secrets tucked in the cavern of his heart, can't hold back from her. they are sitting at the bar counter, their seats a little too close for exes but the late night hours brought in the street crowd, limiting some space for the two of them, almost as though the universe is forcing them closer and closer once more, desperate for the epic love to come into fruition again. their fingers wrapped around their retrospective bottles of beer nearly graze against one another, and if not for the warmth of being close to her orbit, the scowl on ben's lip when the guy behind him bumps into him for a third time that night seems easier to manage.

"what's th' point of me tellin' you that i'm fine if y'er just not gonna believe me?" he asks her, though there's no gripe that's laced in the undercurrents of his timbre, but rather amusement. something akin to a simper tugging on the corners of his lopsided brims, the dead nerves within the half of his lower lip curling his smile to be uneven. but like she said: she knows him better than that. she always will, have seen the intimate corners of his soul, of the vulnerability that seeps from him after getting injured on hunts, the showers where they would subtly trace their fingers down along one another's scars while the other pretends to be oblivious to what they are looking at.

her chestnut hues linger on his profile when he tries to look away, because she knows that her own steely resolve can chip at his armor, little by little, pieces by pieces. and it seems that since their reunion, ben will be happy to give those jagged edges of himself to her; to let her polish them and dull the edges and carefully put the pieces back to make him whole again. she always had that ability with him. "jesse is talking about some things that's pissin' me off," he finally gives in, meeting her gaze with his own whiskey irises, and for a minuscule moment, he stutters. the momentum he had stalls when he stares at her, almost like a punch to the gut, like the first time he has seen her years ago. that's how much power she has over him. like a siren luring sailors with their voice. skies, ben wants to kiss her now. just as his gaze drops to her lips for a moment, rakes over the swell of her lower lip that he wants to seize with his mouth, and quickly looks back down at his beer. "when people try t' tell me that something is, i guess, destined to happen no matter what, it gets under my skin." but you know that, don't you? he nearly adds.

[sarahbraeden]

the intimacy in knowing another person is a weapon that sarah cameron has learned to hone. in the case of benjamin braeden it is one that is used often. a method of self preservation; a sense of security, that whilst he can and has before abused his power over her; it is a double edged sword rather than a lone blade that they wield. it's in the undeniable familiarity in which they fall into patterns of the past: the electricity unwillingly coursing through her person, almost down to the very bone. it was established soon after their meeting that the man before her would nestle into the very marrow of her. that the path ahead had been mapped out long before they would ever meet, and that they would continue to cross until the walls built crumbled beneath the weight of nothing other than concession to fate; that they were destined for one another.

just as the weight of his proximity was destined to gnaw at her will. her gaze curved from the mahogany of the bar and up toward the spark that barely glistened in his eyes and what seemed to sarah as amusement with her refusal to concede to his evasion; it lit a fire inside the seemingly empty cavern of her chest that had felt so hollow since that motel door closed behind her. a dare. an invitation to begin playing the game of chess that begun so long ago; move after move, until one of them made that final one. checkmate. " what's the point in telling me you're fine when you know that i'm not going to believe the lie? " she counters with a simper of her own, matching the subtle taunting that despite herself has aroused that need for him again.

despite his truth, the answer provided to her doesn't quell the storm that swells inside of her chest. ben braeden was a magnet for troublesome situations and she supposed that it was a familial trait that would never end, no matter where he travelled or what path in life he chose; this was what it meant to be a winchester. the weight of the world was forever upon his shoulders. " is that because you have an aversion to the whole accepting the truth thing, or is jesse really just talkin' out his ass? " sarah leans forward now, unable to resist the chemistry that surges between them. it was intoxicating and she was sure that even without the effects of the alcohol, the feeling alone of being in his orbit, wondering what it would feel like to touch him again; to lose herself in his embrace and the soft skin of his lips, was enough to provoke her to see how far he was willing to push that boundary. if old habits truly did die hard. " and there isn't a thing that doesn't get under your skin, ben. " she speaks so sultrily, leaning in closer whilst her eyes stalked from his own and to the bar behind them. straightening after a moment to raise two fingers to the bartender signalling that they are both in need of another round.

[archive-benbraeden]

@sarahbraeden | i miss you, i'm sorry. "just passed that one diner that we had one of our first lunches at. got me thinkin' about you. about us, i guess. do you remember that couple inside that was fighting? the one that was making a big deal about something, we didn't know, and we laughed about it because we were enjoying our lunch outside, and it felt normal? we told ourselves that we wouldn't be like them. we wouldn't be that couple, and if we were, we would remind ourselves and come back to being the couple that is outside. enjoying their lunch. i dunno why that story came t' my head. i dunno anything at this point. i guess.... nah. i'm sorry for callin'. bye, sarah."

[sarahbraeden]

sarah braeden made her way quietly inside of sarah's spot, ducking and weaving through the few customers that were currently being served and dining. she wanted to surprise @milleroptimism after being out of town for so long. making her way towards the front counter, she leans over with her elbows resting upon the surface, plopping her chin atop of her hands with her nose scrunching. " i heard you can get the best coffee in town here, but i'm not sure. . . i haven't been around for such a long time. "

[sarahbraeden]

i know that no one is really awake right now, but og sarah is back baby.

[sarahbraeden]

that was a life lesson. i learned it the hard way.

rage. it  rushes  through  her  system  as  quickly  as  the  flush  heats  her  cheeks. benjamin  braeden  and  his  self  righteous  streak,  his  need  to  hit  out  during  moments  of  high  emotion; it  can  bring  forth  a  wrath  in  sarah  that  she  can't  stand. heavy  footsteps  streak  around  the  mass  of  death  upon  the  floor  between  them, ears  hearing  but  mind  desperately  ignoring  the  squelch  of  remains  beneath  her  feet. a  lone  finger  points  outwards, her  fist  clenched  so  tightly  that  her  knuckles  shone  white  from  beneath  the  crimson  stains. “ where  do  you  get  off?! ” she  asks, using  her  full  chest  to  speak  the  words. sarah  was  incredulous. instead  of  providing  her  any  semblance  of  comfort, acknowledging  what  this  meant, here  he  was  standing  speaking  down  to  her  as  if  she  were  nothing  but  a  little  mouse  skirting  through  the  limbs  of  a  hungry  lion. “ you  do  not  get  to  belittle  me, you  don't  get  to  play  this  off  like  it  doesn't  fucking  hurt  you  too! ” her  hand  drops  to  her  side, emotions  betraying  her  as  her  chin  wavers  in  spite  of  her  clenched  teeth; a  snarl  all  that  is  holding  her  together. she  knew  that  despite  the  chaos, the  failure  that  surrounded  them; the  smell  threatening  to  choke  her  breath, burning  her  nostrils, that  ben  cared  what  happened  here. it  hurts  him  more  so  because  he  did  learn  this  lesson  a  long  time  ago, and  it  never  hurts  any  less.

[sarahbraeden]

nosey ask: has sarah felt like she is a part of the winchester family since marrying ben? or does she feel left out?

in  truth, sarah  has  never  felt  apart  of  the  winchester  family  since  marrying  @benbraeden. rather  than  being  an  outsider  to  the  dynamic  that  they  have, she  feels  condemned  by  them; as  if  she  were  unworthy  to  be  with  someone  like  ben  in  the  first  place, let  alone  married  to  him. sarah  tries  not  to  let  it  bother  her, but  particularly  when  they  have  to  spend  a  lengthy  amount  of  time  in  the  bunker, those  close  quarters  can  become  quite  suffocating  and  it  does  put  tension  between  not  only  sarah  and  ben, but  the  entire  family  in  itself. the  only  family  member  that  has  been  well  and  truly  accepting  of  sarah  has  been  ben's  sister  @lilyspaintedred  and  for  that, sarah  is  forever  grateful  because  it  reminds  her  that  those  friendships  and  relationships  are  still  out  there  for  her  and  it  brings  her  a  great  deal  of  comfort  since  leaving  kildare  island  behind.

[sarahbraeden]

hello to all of my very lovely friends who still follow me over here, i'm about to do a major blog overhaul because i'm changing sarah's faceclaim and doing up a new lil aesthetic for her so i can start writing here again! i hope you all stick with me and support the change and still want to do all the things with sarah and i 🥺

[sarahbraeden]

the cacophony of the storm swirling outside their dangy motel walls had contributed to the swirl of darkness lurking inside of @benbraeden's subconscious. at least, that's what sarah braeden told herself. the nightmares had calmed as of late. it scared her to question the reasoning behind their return. " ben . . . " her cadence softly reaching out to him, fingertips grazing his taut bicep, careful not to startle and trigger a chain reaction that only a hunter could understand. sarah's eyebrows were tightly drawn together, deepening the line embedded in her skin; heart rate thudding inside of her chest as her husband thrashed against the sheets. she could feel the dampness that emitted from his pores, her heart ached that even in sleep, he was fighting a battle that never seemed to end. " it's a nightmare, just a nightmare. . . ben? ben, you have to wake up, " sarah pleaded, her grip firmer upon him as opposing hand reaches to grip his tightly clenched jaw.

[archive-benbraeden]

anyways i love @sarahbraeden with all of my literal heart, holly has been there for me through some of the toughest moments of my entire life and for that i will always cherish her and hold her up. she is genuinely one of the realest people i have ever met, extremely kind and loyal to the people she cares about, and loves hard, and for that i will never let her go.

[sarahbraeden]

LILLY WHAT THE FUCK I NEVER GOT THIS NOTIFICATION I'M SCREAMING, CRYING, THROWING UP?! I LOVE YOU MORE THAN WORDS COULD EVER ARTICULATE, YOU ARE MY BESTIE AND MY WORLD AND I WILL NEVER BE ABLE TO EXPRESS MY GRATITUDE FOR OUR FRIENDSHIP AND ALL YOU HAVE EVER SUPPORTED ME THROUGH.

[sarahbraeden]

would you stay up with me? keep me company?

her husband's sister had become one of sarah's truest friends. there had been a time once before, in a life that felt so foreign from the one she lived now; a memory of two young girls with braided bracelets and a shared passion for the turtle hatchlings on kildare island, where she had shared such a bond before. sarah braeden intended to hang onto this friendship formed with lillian winchester rather than sabotage it as she once did in her youth.

" do you really have to ask? " sarah says softly with a delicate smile tugging at the corners of her lips. as someone who had been hunting for far longer than herself, sarah knew that if there was company requested that there was a weight sitting upon her sister - in - law's shoulders that could not be carried alone. she reaches for lily's hand and grips it firmly, her nose wrinkling slightly whilst she speaks in light jest. " oh, what are we gonna do with you, winchester? "

[scealaiscoite]

reasons for there to be only one bed ˗ˏˋ ꒰ 🍊 ꒱

¹⁾ they’re undercover as a married couple, and as such need to act like one

²⁾ there’s technically two beds available, but it’s freezing cold and everybody knows body heat works best

³⁾ it’s a camping trip, and one character’s forgotten their sleeping bag

⁴⁾ a character goes to their friend’s house after an emotional upheaval in search of comfort, and ends up staying the night - but refuses to kick the homeowner out of their own bed, resulting in the two of them sharing it

⁵⁾ in a roommate scenario, one character’s bedroom has been rendered unusable - and with the couch being unsustainable in the long run, they proffer sharing the one remaining bed as a solution

⁶⁾ there are two beds, but only one blanket

⁷⁾ a character’s taken ill, and the other party worries too much to leave them alone for even a minute

⁸⁾ in a fit of anger after a mission gone wrong, both characters sleep in the only available bed because no one was chivalrous to offer to take the floor

⁹⁾ a character’s had a nightmare, and needs company to feel safe enough to go back to sleep

¹⁰⁾ the weather takes a tumultuous turn, meaning a late night hangout has to turn into a sleepover when a character gets stranded there for the night

¹¹⁾ it’s a late night at work and when they both grow too tired to continue on, the only option is the lone office couch

¹²⁾ a threat’s been made against one/all character(s) involved, and so under the guise of safety in numbers it’s deemed safest if they stay together - everywhere

¹³⁾ one character joins the other for a late-night conversation, and ends up getting comfortable in their bed next to them - evidently too comfortable, as the char in bed falls asleep on the visitor and effectively traps them there

¹⁴⁾ there’s no bed in the shoddy refuge they’ve found after things went sideways, so when it comes time to sleep the only real choice is to stay close together

and, of course,

¹⁵⁾ it’s the last room available at the hotel after a long trip

[mcflymemes]

"WOULD YOU..." PROMPTS *  assorted dialogue, adjust as necessary

would you stop for a second?

would you do me a huge favor?

would you hand me that?

would you quit being so annoying for ten seconds?

would you do me the honor of being my date?

would you just look at me for a moment?

would you let me take you out?

would you let me pay for the date?

would you give me a chance to just explain?

would you stop for a minute and let me think?

would you stay up with me? keep me company?

would you go and check on them for me?

would you hold this for a second?

would you care to tell me where we're going?

would you do it for me?

would you tell me what's wrong?

would you hold me for a while?

would you take me to the last place you saw them?

would you help me tie this in the back?

would you give me a minute to think?

would you come with me? i know it's last minute, but i need you.

would you stay here with me?

would you go on a walk with me? we have much to talk about.

would you cover me?

would you lie for me?

would you stick up for me?

would you hold my hand?

would you take over for a while?

would you give me another chance to prove myself?

would you let me make it up to you?

would you go slow?

would you be still?

would you do what i asked?

would you check over there?

would you really know the difference?

would you rather stay home?

would you grab my umbrella?

would you give me a massage?

would you stay close to me?

would you kiss me if i asked?

would you keep a look out for anything amiss?

would you stop looking for me if i asked?

[fitzsimmonsfamily]

every fitzsimmons hug ⇻ 3.10 ‘Maveth’

[sarahbraeden]

anywhom, i love my oc sarah cameron braeden. i can't wait to write her again.

[sarahbraeden]

Sarah Cameron is not your character. Renaming her as a Braeden doesn't change the fact Sarah Cameron ward Cameron etc are all from the outer banks TV series. You can portray it as a crossover au between supernatural and outer banks but you decide to take a canon character and all its history and call it yours, an OC. An OC is a character you create from scratch, not a TV character you take and glue some lore on. I suggest you drop calling her your oc and say it's a crossover au involving the two shows and focusing heavily on the outer banks character Sarah Cameron. You can still add lore and change her name but there's no deception involved. Or you make an OC from scratch with your lore and using her as the FC and just change things up to remove the outer banks element

i won't lie, this is one of the most hilarious messages i've ever received. i never claimed that sarah cameron / braeden is MY original character, not once have i taken credit for the foundation that was built upon by the television series' of outer banks nor have i erased it. i have REWRITTEN it to suit my idea of sarah cameron being based in a universe where it crosses over with supernatural rather than having sarah and her friends embark on multiple treasure hunts. if you have actually read my pinned post it states that she is written in the universe of supernatural as an original character, not that she IS an original character.

i suggest that you drop the tone that you've used to send this and rethink why you believe you have any form of right to instruct me on what i can and cannot do with MY blog. i don't believe that it has any real impact on you personally to see that i've chosen to write sarah cameron into a crossover universe. her name is still sarah cameron, for the record, but based upon her relationship in main verse with @benbraeden whom lilly and i have written for a year now, it felt right to us for them to marry and for sarah to take the last name braeden to separate herself from the trauma that her family has brought her. maybe next time think about whether or not your message is absolutely necessary before sending it? because this definitely was not needed nor welcomed.