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@becameapyre
“Please don’t ask him about the penis rock. He went on for five minutes about it yesterday.”
To say Charlie was new to the hunting life was an understatement after all the ginger had died twice and both times she was brought back. The ginger had hunted vampires before but the possibility of hunting her first vampire nest was rather daunting. She had a vival of dead mans blood and a the knife to kill them with. What would make it better was to possibly have another set of hands to hunt the vampires nest. She had scouted a couple possible locations, it was still day time outside the sun was very bright. The redhead accidentally bumped into someone when she looked at the woman she thought it couldn’t be she read about before in the supernatural books. “I’m sorry about bumping into you.”
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Sacrifice
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It had been months now, and still the icy silence remained from Sam. Oh, he had forgiven Dean, the brothers were fine, but Emma? He still barely spoke to her, only when necessary. She could feel the distrust and disgust for her as clearly as if he had spoken it flat out. To him, she was nothing more than another monster, albeit one that his brother had decided was worth his protection.
Things were tense with Dean, but he was trying. To him, Emma was his daughter and that was what was important, but... Sam just refused to see it that way. Emma wasn’t blind. She knew that Sam hated her. She had tried so hard... but nothing seemed to work. It left her wondering if maybe she shouldn’t have just let him kill her that first night that she had come to Dean. Showing up at their hotel room, she hadn’t been sure that she would be able to follow through on her Blood Rite... and meeting her father had made her all the more sure that she couldn’t. She wouldn’t have been able to follow through even if Sam hadn’t burst in before she had the chance, and so she had dropped her knife and begged Dean not to let him hurt her.
It didn’t take a genius to see that the tension between Sam and Emma was wearing on Dean, too. Which is what had led Emma here. It had taken her weeks to gather all the ingredients, to keep her plan secret from her father and his brother, but she was finally ready. It was a difficult ritual, but what would one expect when bringing someone back from the dead? Ancient and very dark magics were called for. And the sacrifice... well, it was one that Emma was willing to pay if only Sam would stop looking at her with such hate and disdain. It would rip the source of his disgust from her in order to return to him his most precious person. If that wasn’t enough for Sam, then nothing would be.
The circle was laid and Emma began to speak the words, bright, searing energy building up inside of her as she mixed the ingredients. It was burning her up from inside, tears leaking down her cheeks and blood trailing from her nose as she finished the incantation in a hoarse groan. With a flash of light, the energy suddenly dispersed, leaving an eery quiet in its wake.
In the center of the circle now stood a figure, draped in gosamer white. “It worked,” Emma whispered with a grin before her knees buckled under her and she crumpled to the ground. Through sheer willpower she managed to hold on to consciousness.
“I know why Sam told you to come with me, okay, I get it. But I don’t need a damn babysitter” he reacts to pain the same way he always has done. Buckle down, work hard, get them back and when you’re too tired to do any of that? You drink. It makes the monsters stop screaming.
becameapyre replied to your post “Ky’s height; 6′2″ Ky’s height in his true form: 5′6″”
jess: *looks down at ky*
ky: .... you know my father can change his hight as much as he likes, right?? why don’t you poke fun at him??
v day starter for @becameapyre
“So, this wasn’t really the Valentine’s day that I had planned for us.” It’s minutes until midnight and Sam is covered in the blood of the latest monster of the week. This time it was a vampire nest. “Too late for our reservations now, huh?”