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"everything alright?" (From Dean?)
JOHN WICK FRANCHISE PROMPTS, // @winewhiskeybloodandchocolate
"Sure-" Sam mumbled from his place in the passengers' seat, not quite sounding all that alright, "It's just. It's october and we had to take on a case with a possibly haunted hotel? It feels like such a Halloween set up is all."
@jerkxbitchx cont. from here.
“We’re easy targets,” Sam shrugged a bit, fiddling with a pen between his fingers. Practically everyone knew who they were. Angels, demons and if a creature knew who they were they wanted them just as dead as hunters wanted them dead, “Doesn’t help that we actively search out things that want to kill us,” he added with a humorless smile.
@rpsocsandcanonohmy continued from here.
Sam sighed, giving his brother the gloriest of bitch faces he could muster, “I’m fine,” he huffed, rubbing the back of his head. Yeah it hurt like a bitch, but he’d been lucky in his... lack of luck. “I guess I thought my leg had healed better than this,” he pointed out, carefully sitting up. “As if you’d be able to carry me anyway,” he quipped, giving Dean a gentle shove, “Help me up will you?”
@storiesofthenight (Dean)
“I’m sorry, Sam.”
“What are you sorry for?”
His voice was so weak as if it hadn’t been used in a long time. Not so strange considering this very body had been dead for... well, frankly Sam had no idea, but things were undoubtedly not right.
“Castiel, we can’t let him go like this.”
Sam struggled to his feet while the two angels spoke. One was supposedly familiar with him. The look in his eyes were full of sorrow and sympathy. The other one had none of that. In fact Sam could only watch as a the woman put her angel blade back in her belt and stepped closer to him.
“What are you sorry for?!”
Sam repeated to the familiar angel when he didn’t get an answer. He couldn’t wait longer though. The female was reaching out to touch him, but Sam was quicker. His eyes flashing black and he crashed into the woman instead. Grabbing at the angel blade from her belt, he pulled it from her and stabbed her repeatedly in the chest while her whole vessel shone as the angel within died.
“Sam! I’m sorry it took so long. I have tried so hard to get you out,” Castiel apologized, backing away, but trying to reason with his old friend, “I’ve tried to put your soul back in your body, but-” “-It’s not quite a soul anymore is it?” Sam asked and lunged at the man, but by now Cas had mojo’d away. Leaving Lucifer’s favorite little chew toy back on earth. Back in his old body. But not quite right.
@jerkxbitchx cont. from here.
“Yes and no?” Sam frowned in confusion while trying to help Dean to his feet, “Care to elaborate on that? What happened?” he asked, worry quite evident on his face.
Hurt/wounded sentence starters // @storiesofthenight (Dean)
"Call it a metalcut. Like a papercut, but bigger and more lethal."
“Is that supposed to be funny?” Sam asked, refusing the remove his hand from one of the “metalcuts” on his chest, “It’s not,” he added, unamused and downright grumpy with how their hunt had went. The cuts weren’t lethal at least so there was that, but his big brother’s attempt at humor was a tad annoying. “You avoided getting any injury?” he asked.
@storiesofthenight (Dean)
After quite some time of just silence between them Sam stepped away from the guard rails. Leaving just a little bit of space between them, but not quite ready to actually distance himself from his big brother now that they had finally reunited. I’m fine, he promised though there was no hiding the redness in his eyes nor how teary they were getting.
He ran a hand over his face and took in a deep, deep breath. ‘I wonder how long I can hold my breath in Heaven,’ crossed his mind for a ridiculous second since there wouldn’t be the need to do that around here he supposed. “I missed you,” he ended up saying instead and the tears finally ran down his cheeks.
@storiesofthenight
His cheek stung from where his dad’s fist had connected and while it could have been a harder punch, it still had done it’s job. To silence the temperamental youth. Sam could see the regret cross John’s face, but he turned and left the beat down motelroom in the middle of nowhere. Immediately turning his head down as his older brother decided that moment to come in. Sam still pushed through and left without a word.
