#billharvelle

[joannahunts-a]

@billharvelle gets a christmas starter, because tumblr ate the ask

Jo grinned as she lifted a rather large package from beneath the tree and set it down in her father’s lap. “You first!” she declared cheerfully as she curled up in the chair nearby, tucking her feet up beneath her in the seat. She had spent ages trying to find the perfect gift for her dad, agonizing over her options until she had finally found something that she was convinced he would love.

The large present she’d set in his lap, carefully wrapped in plaid paper from the dollar store, and an over-the-top glittery gold bow, contained a hand-crafted wooden box, holding a crystal whiskey decanter with matching glasses, and a set of whiskey stones. She bit her lip as she waited for him to unwrap it, hoping he’d like it.

[supernaturalopinionspodcast]

Discussion 7 "Ellen and Jo Harvelle"

[joannahunts-a]

🎁 / our muses exchange gifts to one another :)

CHRISTMAS   /   WINTER    THEMED   MEME  . || Accepting

Jo grinned, sliding the neatly-wrapped box towards her father. “You first,” Jo told him eagerly, eyes dancing as she pulled her feet up in the chair beneath her. She was excited, she had taken forever to find the perfect gift for her dad, but finally she’d settled on a set of whiskey stones, a beautiful crystal decanter set with matching glasses, and a wooden box to hold it all in. A wooden box she’d very carefully wrapped with red plaid paper she had found at the dollar store, and topped with an over-sized glittery gold bow. “Be careful, though. It’s a bit fragile.”

[itsgxddess]

@billharvelle | From [x] 

“i’m not drunk enough for this conversation… but i guess you’d be the one to ask, huh? so what is it? are you really there?” 

She smiles, tilting Her head to the side, “Now if I gave you all the answers, where would be the fun in that?” 

[sergeantdrill]

@billharvelle

bill lets out a shaky breath—hell, his entire body is shaking. john can’t stay away. neither can he. blue eyes lock onto his and for a moment, his breath is taken away. gone. just like that. he doesn’t know what to do anymore. this crush on john has gotten out of control.

he wants to look around, to survey the room, but he knows they’re alone. they’re a million miles from home as far as he’s concerned. the lights are dim in the crappy hotel room and he can’t help but notice how good john looks in this light. it seems like forever since he spoke, but bill is only just able to speak, and even so, it’s only two words…

                                                      “then don’t.”

     WHEN DID THIS HAPPEN?  At what point in their time together, did friendship develop into something else? SOMETHING STRONGER. John honestly couldn’t pinpoint an exact moment. Trust him, he’d fucking tried too. Many nights had been spent lying awake, delving into memories. Searching them, analysing them. Attempting to figure out when Bill Harvelle became BILL HARVELLE. When he’d gone from just another hunter to someone the Winchester COULDN’T LIVE WITHOUT. But he still didn’t know. It had just happened, sudden and without warning. John had looked at him one night and that was it              Total goner. THINGS HADN’T BEEN THE SAME SINCE THEN. He was starting to realise things never would be either. Both men were in far too deep or at least, the man hoped it was both. He wasn’t sure what the hell he’d do if he was alone in all this. 

Bill’s two whispered words were all the invitation he needed. Deep breath was taken in, as if to prepare himself, and John leaned close until their foreheads pressed together. SHIT, IT’S A DANGEROUS MOVE. There were still other factors to consider. Other people. Maybe he’d lost Mary, but his friend still had a FAMILY. Had a home that expected him back soon. Right now though, that home felt a MILLION MILES AWAY from their hotel room and he found himself thankful for that. Even if being thankful also made him goddamn selfish.   ‘ Y’gotta tell me                  AM I ALONE IN THIS? ’   He needed to know. Needed reassurance that he wasn’t going mad ( madder ), that this wasn’t all in his own damn head.

[itsgxddess]

“people don’t like what they don’t understand.”

@billharvelle | Accepting 

“I suppose that is correct. But Faith has little to do with understanding.” 

“Tell me, child, what do you understand?” 

[becauseyouremybigbrother]

16. On a swing-set alone.

@billharvelle || Send a number to find my muse... - accepting

Sam’s felt lost before, but it wasn’t anything like this. She fucked up. There was no denying that. She’d set Lucifer free, and all because she felt the need to PROVE something to her brother, or whatever the fuck it was. Deep down, Sam knows that Ruby had manipulated her, had used Dean’s loss to secure a spot in Sam’s life, and even with her brother’s return from Hell... that spot hadn’t been lost. Looking back now, Sam could see how stupid she’d been. But hindsight’s twenty/twenty for a reason, and Sam knew she had no excuse. 

But the Apocalypse was here, and that was all on her. And at every turn, Heaven was there, reminding her and her brother that it could only end with them... saying YES. The ultimate showdown. Lucifer VS Michael. Sam VS Dean. The mere idea of it made her feel sick. OF COURSE, neither of the siblings would ever say yes, but Heaven seemed so certain. Impossibly so, and Sam was beginning to lose hope.

They were losing everyone close to them, and Sam couldn’t shake those losses. They were supposed to SAVE people, and yeah, maybe by some unbelievable miracle they won, and saved the world. Saved billions. Did that really make up for dragging their friends into the fight? Sam didn’t think so. She missed Jo and Ellen so much.

Finding solitude whenever she could, unable to continue to keep up the whole ‘can do’ attitude for very long anymore, Sam sneaked away from the current research party at Bobby’s and found a rusty old swingset at the edge of his property. She couldn’t remember the LAST time she’d sat on a swing---she’d definitely been a child---and just sitting there, feet dragging along in the dirt, was peaceful. Sam could almost pretend the world wasn’t ending.

It wasn’t long, though, before she realized she was no longer alone. Sam knew the tread of Dean’s step well, and knew it wasn’t him. It certainly wasn’t poor Bobby. “Need something, Bill?” She called out, not looking up from the marks from her boot heels in the dirt.

[fatherofidjits-blog]

“Do you have the stuff?”

          ❝ o’course i do. ❞  bobby tossed the bag over to bill roughly.  ❝ you bring the rest? ❞

dark, thrilling, criminal starters / @billharvelle / accepting