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"Come back to bed."

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Sam had slid out of the king sized bed they'd been given at this particular motel, having tossed and turned for well over an hour. It didn't matter what he did, he felt like he was taking up Emma's space and that it wasn't fair to her to expect her to share. He'd crash just as well on the couch. It wasn't a problem. So he'd quietly snagged a pillow and the throw blanket they'd tossed on the floor and headed for the couch. Apparently Emma woke though and her clear 'Come back to bed' sent a curious thrill down his spine. He glanced over his shoulder, "Its fine." He huffed softly, "Couch is fine with me. Go back to sleep."

#come back to bed #sam answers #this took forever for so little I'm sorry #emmaoreilly #emma-oreilly

"My god, am I really that gawky?"

"This isn't one of those trick questions is it? If I answer wrong am I going to get punched?"

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Dean was leaning against the impala waiting on Emma to come out of the store. His arms were crossed and he was humming the tune to 'Smoke on the Water.' He wasn't really paying much attention to anything when he heard it. At first it was a faint sound as if there was something off in the distance. He scanned the area with his eyes and found nothing so he turned his attention back to the sky when the sound got closer. Was that...growling? "Oh shit!" Dean swore to himself. He did the only thing he could think of in his panic. Jumped inside the car. He instantly regretted that decision when he heard the sound of the Hellhound's nails scrap against the metal of his baby. "Son of a bitch." He cursed.

#emma-oreilly #angsty

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After he left his old vessel, Barachiel had been growing extremely weak. Angels like himself were made for humans not monsters and being trapped inside his old vessel for so long ate at his strength. His grace. Slowly, Barachiel was falling apart. He leaned against a tree in the local park, when he spotted someone in the distance. "Excuse me..." He moved over to the figure. "Hello. I am afraid I may be lost... Are you aware of the town we are standing in?" He hoped they didn't think he was an idiot for asking this.

#fallenintodamnation #offonademonhunt #askthetrickstergodgabriel #crowcalls #emma-oreilly #illyria3955 #stanfordrebellion #fromacagedownunder #willowcandor #bornatacrossroad #open

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When Sam was younger, there was this charity drive that he'd participated in; you were challenged by someone, usually either a friend or a dire enemy (there was no in between, really), to have a bucket of ice water dumped over your head; if you accepted, ten dollars goes to your charity of choice. If you declined, a hundred goes to the charity the challenger chose for you.

Maybe this was karma for declining.

First of all, it was just dirty to kick Sam while he was sitting down; that just put his head below hers by default. It was easy for Emma to sneak up and douse him from behind. Second, she got his laptop wet.

"Shit!" The word was loud in the otherwise silent room, save for the pat-pat-pat of water evacuating the chair cushion and finding a resting place on the hardwood floor. Sam was standing in an instant, and, in his shock, he'd accidentally flung the computer out of his lap; the screen blackened, and he groaned, turning to Emma, nostrils flaring.

Instead of a sheepish explanation, however, Sam's icy glare was met with a pair of footsteps racing away from him, a mischievous giggle ringing through the too-big halls of the Bunker.

Feeling something clinging to his upper lip, Sam sniffled on instinct-- and made another indignant noise, sneezing immediately afterwords. Cold things were not fun to inhale.

#Dude; you're confusing reality with the queue again.#emmaoreilly #emma-oreilly

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