#dalisaid

[thcrnypain]

&----( @dalisaid​ ) liked this ---- season two verse.

               “Y’know, Sam, you really shouldn’t act like you didn’t see this                   one coming. Did you really think I wasn’t going to crawl my                   way back out of Hell?”

[vvenator]

“That doesn’t look good.”

inquires || accepting 

              “you’re more than welcome to go grab some fast food for yourself than.”

                       her tone was only half joking. who was he to comment on her cooking? maybe it was too much of her to expect him to be thankful for a free meal or maybe she was being over sensitive about her cooking. either way, margot knew it didn’t look that bad. the sausages were soaking in enough oil to keep them from receding into themselves and over drying. the sweet potatoes were softening in the less than clean motel oven. most importantly, the salad had fresh vegetables in it. not canned. margot knew she didn’t want to scare off the only company she had had in weeks. she smiled. 

                                    “it’s all about the taste, not the looks. i promise.”

@dalisaid

[saviare]

“ did you kill them ? ”  

        it sure looked that way. her clothes were covered in crimson, soaked through her shirt and jeans until she could feel the fabric stick to her skin underneath. the bodies on the floor were tangled at odd angles, faces pulled into open-mouthed agony. she was standing among them in a horrific circle of death, a knife stuck into the cabin floor where it had been since she got there. despite her knack for necromancy and terrible timing, she was much too intelligent to be caught like this if she planned to kill four people. the witch stood up from one of the bodies, holding her hands up disarmingly, “ if i said no would you believe me? ” she asked the question with sincerity, very aware of the knife still within reach.    

[perfectdisastcr]

taken from X

Oh, this was going to be F U N. Devon could already tell, as he managed to stall for a moment, swirling the pale ale in his glass, swishing it slowly and carefully before lifting it back and letting the amber liquid hit the back of his throat. It was easy to have such a temptation right in front of him, practically begging for him to sink his teeth into him, but that was too easy. He liked to have his meal dangle in front of him with a bit of a task put forth to actually give it a bit of a challenge, the other’s blood giving away his scent within seconds of joining by his side.

“Oh, I’m having more than my fair share of fun, if that’s what you’re getting at. In fact, this is the most fun I’ve had all day. I guess perhaps the same could be said about you all things considered. Are you at least having a good time in your own right mind?”

@dalisaid | sam & devon

[vvenator]

   for @dalisaid

there were only the two of them. the numbers were incredibly leaned against them. they stood, motionless, without breaking the prolong uncomfortable stare with them. it was the most margot had ever seen in a single room together. how could there be so many? 

                                        goddamn teenagers. 

why had she agreed to helping this man? why had she agreed even after hearing what the cover would be?  highschool was a nightmare, why chose to return? must have been the hidden vanilla masochist inside her making the choices. 

                                                “good afternoon students. i’m miss florence and this is our student teacher...”

     margot held onto the last word, letting it drag, hoping sam would introduce himself and save her from speaking. her tone was awkward enough without her words being unanswered. 

[vvenator]

inquires || accepting @dalisaid

             “you’re more than welcome to go grab some fast food for yourself than.”

                      her tone was only half joking. who was he to comment on her cooking? maybe it was too much of her to expect him to be thankful for a free meal or maybe she was being over sensitive about her cooking. either way, margot knew it didn’t look that bad. the sausages were soaking in enough oil to keep them from receding into themselves and over drying. the sweet potatoes were softening in the less than clean motel oven. most importantly, the salad had fresh vegetables in it. not canned. margot knew she didn’t want to scare off the only company she had had in weeks. she smiled.

                                   “it’s all about the taste, not the looks. i promise.”

[featheirs]

@dalisaid​  𝑎𝑠𝑘𝑒𝑑   ❛ ⛓️   ❜     from here.    ✦ ° 。*    

                       𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋  𝐖𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃  𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄  𝐓𝐎  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐄𝐃𝐆𝐄  𝐎𝐅  𝐅𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘.    many   of   his  kind       ( his kin )   had   wanted  him  DEAD.    their   reasons  varied,         but  castiel         for all of his experience  never  blamed   them.   */ HE  JUST  WANTED  TO LOVE  THEM,  TO OPEN THEIR EYES TO THE TRUTH !       ( that angels too, could be afforded their will )               but   as  time  dredged on, he   knew     that  time   would not come.  &  that  once  more,  castiel’s   eternal   love   for  his  siblings  had  betrayed  him.

         𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐔𝐏𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍'𝐒 !  𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐑𝐄  𝐍𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄. his    head,   adorned  with  blood    and    riddled    with    scars     rested    upon    his    chest.   he   lie,  strapped,  gagged,  and   beaten.    ready to give up hope.    until   his  ears  caught  the sound  of familiar  footsteps.  A  BLESSING ?  O’ FATHER FOR I AM NOT WORTHY !   blue  eyes  stained  with  red  took  in  the  familiar  silhouette of  sam  winchester.  

                            and   relief    washed    over    him   like   a    baptism. 

[becameapyre]

“I sleep better if you’re around.”

soft sentence starters ♡

   ❝ and you couldn’t have had this revelation before i was all cozied up in my bed?  ❞ she teased as she got up and pulled off her bedtime shorts to pull on a pair of sweatpants in their place, grabbing a bra and shoving it in her backpack to get ready for her trek to sam and brady’s apartment. ❝ just kidding… i’d rather be there too. no sense of you coming to get me, though. it’s only a few minute’s walk… mind staying with me on the phone until i get there, though?  ❞