#darlingmoore

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@darlingmoore

                “ — Fantastic. What does the shit universe have in store for                        me today? What are you and what are you doing with my                         face? You’re dead if it has ANYTHING to do with Sam.”

The only thing that she had learned about so far that could take the shape of someone else was shapeshifters, but she knew there was surely more out there. Her grip on her gun tightened as she stared at her reflection. The silver bullets with a bit of rock salt in them were good to defend her against a decent amount of monsters, but she was as good as dead if the girl before her was anything but those monsters. There had to be a way. There had to be something Jess could do to stop Sam from more suffering — even if it was only one instance out of the hundreds thrown at him. Hopefully, she would be able to figure out how.

[reinainfierno-blog]

“Who did this to you?”

meme; bruised & broken.status; accepting.for; darlingmoore

               ❝ It was an angel — ❞Abaddon coughed and spluttered, laughingat the blood that sprayed from her mouth.She’d be fine soon– she had to be, she always was. Just a minor flesh wound.Her breathing was heavy, raspy.❝ They always aim for… the chest.      I wish they’d -  quit that. A nice     stab in the leg – would make a      good change… once in a while. ❞

[iustxs-blog]

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give me a letter and i’ll tell you my 5 favourite blogs starting with that letter

hums okay where do i begin

duratum bc jon is a dork but he's a gr8 dork, 10/10 perfect buckydarkpatriotism i have no words bc they are perfect and i awkwardly watch them from a distancedearxemmanuel charlie's the best okay. michael and emmanuel don't really do much with each other anymore but that's cool bc i just really enjoy seeing emmanuel on my dash sO???deusabest annie is gr8, 10/10 perfect lucifer. i used to get so nervous whenever we had a thread bc she is literal perfection and i am trash xoxodarlingmoore in the 2 or 3 years that i've been playing michael, this is the only jess i've ever followed and probs the only jess i ever will follow. alex is a cutie and she's a perfect jess and i strongly recommend following her

[procxidens-blog]

[ text ----- raleigh ;; ] i can't sleep

[ text ; jess ] i suggest pondering the meaning of life [ text ; jess ] or trying to figure out if the members of                       one direction are actually legitimately real                       human beings [ text ; jess ] because i’m not going to lie i’m kind of                       doing both right now [ text ; jess ] what’s up?

[chemoisms-archive-blog]

( &. darlingmoore. )

          ❛ are you s-sure i look okay ? i f-feel kinda st-stupid. ❜

[iustxs-blog]

+2 sought the Lion

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darlingmoore​

      ❝ Perhaps you could be so kind as to tell me where your chosen Winchester is. ❞

[whatareyouseven]

For; anonymous Prompt; Sam runs into Jess in Heaven.

"Sam, come on! Dinner’s gonna go cold!"

This isn’t right. This is - he was just in Cold Oak, and there was a burning in his back and he fell and Dean was there and everything was fire and -

"Sam! I’m not kidding!"

But this is his room, in his apartment, near Stanford. And Sam stands from the double bed - the one that he shares with Jess - and his nerve endings are buzzing with something that he can’t place because he knows that voice, and he knows this place.

He’s out of the room so fast it’s like he flies, and there she is. She’s next to the table and it’s set beautifully and there are candles and it’s Jess. Her hair in ringlets and she’s wearing this black dress that always made her seem like a ballerina to Sam for reasons he can’t explain, and she’s smiling at him like he’s the most important thing in her life. He remembers this, this is their first anniversary dinner. This already happened.

But if Jess is here - - then this isn’t real. This has to be Heaven because this is the only place Jess belongs. Sam just doesn’t know why he’s here too.

"There you are baby. I thought you were gonna stand me up."

"Couldn’t leave my girl all dressed up with nowhere to go, could I?"

The words fall from his lips without prompt, because that’s what he said when this really happened, and because this is what they are. Fancy dinners made from cheap food and their best clothes for their anniversary and tiny apartments and miles of skin and opposite ends of a spectrum that only contains them.

And Sam is kissing Jess now, and she smells like vanilla and she’s soft and perfect in his arms and he wants to skip the dinner, wants to pull her to the couch and wrap her up and never let her go but he can’t ruin this.

So they have dinner and they talk about nothing that really matters and it’s everything Sam wants to hear because he can’t stop looking at her. He doesn’t know what he’s eating, doesn’t know what he’s drinking, and none of it matters because Jess is laughing and smiling and loving him.

And then smoke falls from the vent and Jess’ eyes flood black, and a voice that’s not her own tells him he’s been saved.

Sam wakes up on a mattress in an abandoned cabin with fire in his back, and a spark of loss that he can’t understand sitting in the bottom of his stomach. This isn’t his saviour, this is his damnation.