❝Really? You’re going to give me that cat?❞
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❝Really? You’re going to give me that cat?❞
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Brooke was honestly scared for him. She wanted to help but the wounds were the kind that even if she was at her full power would take time and she was still weak after all the power draining she’d done to shield her and was only slowly regaining it. But, she didn’t want to let him die either. “I’m going to try and help okay?” She asked, although she wasn’t really looking for an answer. She put her hand out towards his wound, closed her eyes and searched out the core of her power, trying her best to do as much healing as possible.
---- The hunter cringes as her hand comes into contact with his wounds, they're fresh and they ache every time blood passes over the split flesh. Teeth grit together, forcing his mind away from each gash in his torso. There are three total, one across his abdomen, one in his side, the other across the middle of his back. Blood has soaked into his shirt, like a poison into a well, blackening all that was once pure. Dean doesn't want to object, but everything inside of his is telling her to let him go.
Ah High School Can You Smell That?
Carson walked into his new school not really in the mood seeing as the place stunk probably an usual odor to the kids who attended there but to him it was like walking full blown into a room of gasoline tanks.. Trust his nose to actually mean what he thought after all he did set fire to his own house as a kid.. "K so first up is." He glanced at where his schedule was which was on his phone,"Man I can't read it..." He sighed knowing survival was not his thing. Well at least when it came to legal things such as attending school.
Have You Looked At Me? *stray from his main verse with me*
"Have you looked at me I'm supposed to be dead after my stupid mistakes and here I am black eyed and rather too cold for my own liking." Cas's voice rose he was scared but he would never admit it.
*throws birthday wishes at you* Happy Birthday! *carefully hands you a piece of cherry pie*
//Thank you!
"I’ll just take that pie off your hands thank you."
"Shush I like taking selfies sometimes." He pouts a little taking the picture.
"Can I help you?"
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"How did you find me?" Deanna kept her hands steady; her right hand tightly holding on to her blade.