ʟᴏsᴛ & ʙᴜʀɴᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ.

"Our dark spots are pretty dark." Sam Winchester. Freak. sᴇᴛ ᴇᴀʀʟʏ ɪɴ sᴇᴀsᴏɴ ᴏɴᴇ. ᴛʀᴀᴄᴋɪɴɢ ᴛᴀɢ: sᴏɢᴇᴛᴛʜɪsx.

[sosantagetthisx]

     sogetthisx → sosantagetthisx

Thought I'd jump on board with the Christmas url thing.

Will be tracking both tags, so tag any in anything you want me to see.

[namjooneh]

[sosantagetthisx]

ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜɪɴɢs sᴇᴇᴍᴇᴅ ᴏᴋᴀʏ → [ɪʜᴜɴᴛ-ᴍᴏɴsᴛᴇʀs]

[Stanford was all that Sam thought it would be and more. The campus, the people, the classes, even the professors. It was great, he couldn't think of a better place to start a new pathway in his life. It was the break from hunting he had always wanted.

It was just after the first class for the day, he had been leaving, when he caught a bit of someone's conversation and that's how he first heard the news. That there had been a death on campus. The younger Winchester willed himself to stay away, it had seem so easy. But, of course, his curiosity got the better of him and he found himself heading towards the crime scene. 

When reaching it, he pushed his way through the small sea of people as he tried to reach the front. Sam stopped once he reached the police tape, it was as far as he could go without a badge. His eyes swept the scene, looking for anything unnatural but couldn't see anything, not from here. That's when his eyes landed on her -- she had a suit on and looked official. ]

"Ma'ma."

[He addressed her in a raised voice to get her attention.]

"Can I ask what's going on here?"

[sosantagetthisx]

ᴡʀᴏɴɢ ɴᴜᴍʙᴇʀ → [ᴍᴜʟᴛɪᴀsʟᴀ]

[cxynthia]

{Text Message to: Sam: } —- My name is Lydia.There’s no real nickname for my name so..I guess Lyd? But it sounds weird.Well,it is weird.

|Lydia just realized that she was texting random things to Sam,but she did not even know him.It was a weird feeling of wanting to know him.|

{Text Message to: Sam: } I can’t close my door,there’s something broken.It does not fit,i think.No,its okay,it was not creepy at all.I’ve got a lot more creepier messages,don’t worry.Again,i’m sorry if i’m bothering you,just tell me.

|Lydia somehow felt like she needed to keep texting him,she did not know why,but she felt safe in a way.|

[sosantagetthisx]

{Text Message to: saved number Lydia Martin: } Lydia -- it's nice to sort of meet you, I guess.

[He wasn't sure why he looked forward to Lydia replying. They knew only a handful of things about each other but to Sam, it seemed like they clicked.]

[Sam couldn't suggest a line of salt. It was too weird. Plus, what would be his cover story for knowing that. Saying something like that would most likely make Lydia think he was a freak and for some reason, he didn't want that.]

{Text Message to: saved number Lydia Martin: } Your door doesn't fit? Okay, you could always try hiding under the covers. Seems to work in horror movies all the time.

{Text Message to: saved number Lydia Martin: } And not bothering me. I honestly have nothing better to do and I can't sleep so...

[sosantagetthisx]

ᴡʀᴏɴɢ ɴᴜᴍʙᴇʀ → [ᴍᴜʟᴛɪᴀsʟᴀ]

[cxynthia]

{Text Message to: Sam : } —- A little,i guess.I’m hearing foot steps in my living room,i think its just my dog..?

|Oh right,the name.They where probably texting each other for an hour or so,but they did not even know each others name.Lets ask,it will not hurt anyone,right?|

{Text Message to: Sam: } Whats your name? —- I hope its not a rapist or something,because —- i will probably die.And i don’t want that right now.Maybe later in life,but now right now. Help me! :-/

|The childish Lydia added a smiley face too.Come on,if someone puts a smile face in a message,you need to put one there too,i’m i right? It was getting quiet now.No foot steps,no shadows,nothing.It was even more creepy than before.|

[sosantagetthisx]

{Text Message to: wrong number Lydia Martin: } Sam. My name is Sam. What's yours?

[Was it a true cry for help? There was no text after that one and Sam couldn't stop wandering if it was or not.]

{Text Message to: wrong number Lydia Martin: } I would suggest locking your door if you have a lock on it.

[He couldn't suggest putting a line of salt at her door and window, that would be creepy. More creepy than he already was sounding.]

{Text Message to: wrong number Lydia Martin: } You can keep texting me. If it makes things better. 

{Text Message to: wrong number Lydia Martin: } That might sound really creepy. Sorry.

[sosantagetthisx]

ᴡʀᴏɴɢ ɴᴜᴍʙᴇʀ → [ᴍᴜʟᴛɪᴀsʟᴀ]

[cxynthia]

{Text Message to: Sam : }  —— I know,i think it was just a coincidence,probably.

|Okay Lydia,its only a random person,that —- actually scared you a little. :: she is pretty much afraid of everything,bare with her,please.::|

{Text Message to: Sam : } I actually don’t want to stop replying because i’m getting a little scared,but —- its not your fault,i’m making stuff up in my head,sorry if i’m bothering you..

|Oh,look how stupid you look,Lydia.She heard foot steps in her living room. Great,just fantastic.|

[sosantagetthisx]

{Text Message to: wrong number Lydia Martin: } Getting scared? Of what? If you don't mind me asking...  

[This isn't a job, he reminded himself. Just someone you just randomly texted. He didn't want to push -- he was a complete stranger to the person. Sam didn't even know said person's name.]

{Text Message to: wrong number Lydia Martin: } Not going to judge if you say something like the boogie man either. :-)

[Was the smiley face too much? He didn't know and wouldn't let himself discus such a childish thing, so he hit send and waited for his phone to buzz again.]

[grumblygardensarchive]

✉ Text Messages ✉

∞ - For an altered state of mind text. (Drunk, drugged.) # - For an angry text. ♦ - For a rushed text. x - For a secret text. ♥ - For a regular text. * - For an early morning text.

[sosantagetthisx]

ᴡʀᴏɴɢ ɴᴜᴍʙᴇʀ → [ᴍᴜʟᴛɪᴀsʟᴀ]

[cxynthia]

{Text Message to: Sam : } Oh——Well,your brothers phone number is pretty similar to mine..

|She wrote with a smirk on her face.She sent the message —- Is it a prank or something?|

{Text Message to: Sam : }  ——-Oh,good prank,i guess.I’m scared of ghosts  too,so you basically pranked me too.—— Are you sure that you are not pranking me?

|She was now starting to think that it was a prank made just for her.She was actually slowly getting a little creeped out,since it was two o’clock in the morning.Lydia looked around the room,her sheets where covering her whole body and face.|

[sosantagetthisx]

{Text Message to: wrong number Lydia Martin: } Yeah, I'd say.

[For some reason, Sam was now looking forward to the reply. He wasn't sure why, the two had never met, knew nothing about each other but it was someone else to talk to that wasn't Dean.]

{Text Message to: wrong number Lydia Martin: } Personally, I think it'd be a little hard to prank someone I know nothing about.  

[Sam was sure it was only nine p.m ten minutes ago. But lose of time was a normal thing for the younger Winchester brother now.]

{Text Message to: wrong number Lydia Martin: } Am I keeping you up? So sorry if I'm not. The first text message wasn't for you and I didn't realize what the time was until just then. You can totally stop replying.

[ihunt-monsters]

sogetthisx started following me

Hi <3

[sosantagetthisx]

Hiya~

[sosantagetthisx]

ᴡʀᴏɴɢ ɴᴜᴍʙᴇʀ → [ᴍᴜʟᴛɪᴀsʟᴀ]

[cxynthia]

|Lydia was trying to understand the whole time while she was waiting for the reply to come - what the heck is going on.|

{Text message to: Sam } ———-“Who is Dean,and what´s going on?”

|After,when she replied to the message,she raised her eyebrow,still not sure what was going on.| 

[sosantagetthisx]

{Text Message to: wrong number Lydia Martin: } Dean is my brother. I thought I texted him but must have typed in the wrong number. So sorry.

{Text Message to: wrong number Lydia Martin: } Just a prank. Dean, my brother, is afraid of ghosts. Was trying to get him worked up over him thinking there was a ghost.

[Real Smooth, Sam, the younger Winchester thought to himself as he hit the send button. He knew it would be best to stop texting who ever it was, to tell them not to worry and to forget they ever got the text but he felt as though he should at least try explain.]

[sosantagetthisx]

ᴡʀᴏɴɢ ɴᴜᴍʙᴇʀ → [ᴍᴜʟᴛɪᴀsʟᴀ]

{Text Message to: wrong number }

Hey, so I found a case. You know, the normal ghost thing: salt and burn. It’s a little up north but I’m heading back to the motel with all the details. Should be there in 10.

{Text message to: Sam }  ———-“Uhm..What?.”

[sosantagetthisx]

[Sam cursed under his breath at the reply he had received. He quickly checked the number he had sent the text to.

One number was all it took. One incorrect number for his text to be sent to a complete random person.]

{Text Message to: wrong number Lydia Martin: } Please tell me this is Dean?

[sosantagetthisx]

ᴡʀᴏɴɢ ɴᴜᴍʙᴇʀ → ᴏᴘᴇɴ ᴛᴏ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ

{Text Message to: wrong number }

Hey, so I found a case. You know, the normal ghost thing: salt and burn. It's a little up north but I'm heading back to the motel with all the details. Should be there in 10.

[sosantagetthisx]

ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴛᴜʀɴ ᴏғ ʜɪs ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ → ᴏᴘᴇɴ

[The young boy was too caught up with imagining the toy in his hand flying smoothly through the air to notice where his father had pulled up or that the figure in the window was his older brother. 

He made soft motor sounds as he lunched the plane high in sky, eyes following it as his fingers stayed wrapped around the tail. Sam didn't want to drop it -- there was a chance that his father would get angry at him for doing so and he wouldn't be able to get it back.

The sound of a door opening then closing finally made him break his attention from the toy plane and to the front of the house. He could see from afar that his brother's eyes were shinier than normal -- Sam knew his older brother had been crying recently. As Dean was making his way towards the car, he could see the emotions on his face but wasn't going to pass the matter like he normally would. Instead, he allowed a grin to break out onto his face, the toy going dead in his hand.]

"De!"

[femharringrove]

weechesters meme ♚ episodes [2/4]            ↳7x03: ”Yes, Dean, I realize killing ‘em’s important. Maybe if Uncle Bobby sent a book in English.”