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his sisters finding him in that apartment, had been somewhat of a blessing, at least in raphael’s eyes it was. they’d never tell him that they were actually searching for him and didn’t happen by. without them though, he would’ve ended up another junkie statistic.  IN LAYMANS TERMS they had saved his life. despite the rest of his family disowning him, they fronted but believed he was worth of love and being a part of the colt family. 

[ text message from hannah ]:  could you pick up milk on your way home? [ text message to hannah ]: yes ma’am

and so here he was carrying a gallon of milk into the house, his boots carry him over the threshold of the front door,  “honeys m’home!” raphael calls out with only giggles and muffled talking as his response. he shrugs with a GENTLE smile and makes his way into the kitchen to slot the milk away. calloused fingers grab a root beer, popping it open with his ring moving to stand in the doorway, immediately his eyes landed on an unfamiliar form. hannah doesn’t move from his position but shifts to look from raphael to nida, “oh this is my brother raphael, raphael this is nida.” the older man simply gives a gentle wave, before taking a drink from the bottle in his hand.

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Julianna had been with Max, visiting her family for a few days. She was cuddled up in her bed with him, it was currently twelve in the morning and she knew everyone else was asleep. Sitting up, she moved now, straddling his waist. “You know, everyone is asleep.” It was whispered as her face flushed bright with color as she looked at her lover.

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Emma had gotten up early that morning to make breakfast for her Master. He hadn't left long ago, though she felt rather tired. Idly, she wondered if he'd mind her going back to sleep for a little while. Instead of chancing it, though, she cleaned up the kitchen thoroughly. Looking at the chores, she checked off half of them before going to the couch, yawning. Curling up, she wrapped herself in a blanket, taking a short nap, setting her phone to wake her with lights and vibrations. 

Arising a little over an hour later, she stretched her small body before returning to finish her chores. It was something she enjoyed, knowing exactly what was expected of her, knowing how to please her Master. All she desired was to make him happy. Having a little time left over, she baked his favorite cookies/sweets, cleaning the kitchen once more. They were left neatly placed on a plate, the smell invading the kitchen, wafting through the living area. Noticing the time, the petite girl washed up. Holding a drink in hand for him, she knelt by the front door, waiting for him to arrive.

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Like my women like I like my wine, mature.

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Matt had stepped into one of the seedier buildings in the area. Numerous individuals walking in and then coming out with a lot more joy 30 minutes later. Matt shivered off the last remnants of the winter cold air around him as he passed through the doors. Making his way to the front desk where a binder full of women sat. He flipped through it silently as no one bothered him while he peered over the photographs of women. He came across an older lady and pointed his finger at her. “Her, please.” He said, pulling out his wallet and handing over the money before being led to a room where he waited for her to join him. 

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It was late when Sam made his way back to the motel room, Dean checking out another lead in another town. He’d called and said he’d found a place to crash, since it was nearly four hours away–and that was if he drove the Impala hard and fast. So Sam was expecting the room to be empty when he put the key card in and opened the door. 

He didn’t expect the woman on the bed, gagged and cuffed to the posts. 

He couldn’t help the way his lips curled upwards, a slow, lazy sort of smirk on his face as he strode casually into the room, shutting and locking the door behind him. Sam had no idea where this little gift had come from, or why, but who was he to question it? She was a beautiful woman, after all, and apparently… she’d basically been damn near gift-wrapped for him.