#encarnadine

[huntgrown]

. ✰  * ⊹  ᗪ . ᗯ.        ──────────────        loud scoff escapes pursed lips ,    emerald hues roll in their sockets ,    calloused fingers cradle the recently - emptied beer bottle .                ❝    there ya fuck’n go again . . .    spoutin’ y’er crazy satanic bullshit .    ❞                bottle is haphazardly tossed in the direction of the motel trash can before figure rises quickly ;        small entryway momentarily disguises lean figure ,    body illuminated by the dull light before quiet hiss of condensation leaves a fresh beer .                ❝    listen ,    i don’t wanna hear it @encarnadine .    and i sure as fuck ain’t believin’ this shit the same way sam is .    ❞                heavy sigh as brows pull together and first swig of the bottle is taken .                ❝    and fuck if i’ll let you turn my brother into the demonic freak you want him to be .    ❞

PROMPT            //            “there is more than one way to fight a war.”

[huntgrown]

. ✰  * ⊹  ѕ . ω.        ──────────────        ruby was doing nothing but rubbing salt in fresh wounds ,    grimace spreads on hardened features as jaw grits .                ❝    no shit sherlock !    ❞                words come out as a harsh grunt ,    slightly slurred by the hennessy that’s pooled in his gut        (    intoxicated on the alcohol and the thrum of ruby’s blood in his veins    ) .                    ❝    i don’t need you to explain why i fucked up ,    @encarnadine .    ❞                lilith’s death should’ve saved dean    ──    not killing her would always be the biggest regret of his life .                ❝    it’s my life’s mission to have that bitch’s head on a pike .    i promise it’ll get done .    ❞

PROMPT            //            “we should've just killed her when we had the chance.”

[gankdemonsarc]

"you can't stand the space in your bed."

bitter snort of sardonic incredulity departs flared nostrils, incandescent beacons of glimmering hazel flitting off in every direction– save for one. "y'know damn well i'd put up with that space the rest of my life; sooner than i'd trust you enough to let you fill it, anyway." answer full of spite, of venom. thinly veiled attempt to deny the sinful longing which boils within each memory of his time with ruby. no. he cannot allow himself the distraction; cannot bring any more trouble into the lives of himself and his brother. he owes dean peace of mind; owes as much honesty as he can muster. it is with this in mind that a few more weak attempts are made to hold his ground; few more tries to avoid siren gaze which he has never been able to resist. "ruby..." timbre full of yearning, despite any potential– any likely– ramifications.

slender forelimbs carefully scrutinized, remembering the days of sanguine fueled passion, as own sturdy form lumbers autonomously toward the demon after all. "we can't... i can't..." so why then, do lengthy digits reach hesitantly toward obsidian tresses? carding through silken mane just far enough to tangle into a desperate grip. countenance and frame brought in close, close enough to witness each crease of brow as raging psyche attempts to cease movement. but as always, she wins. she will always own a piece of him; the darkest piece. the piece which propels battle worn brims forward, claiming roughly those which the hunter hopes despite it all, despite the ways in which both parties have changed, have grown... still belong to him.

[edensrib]

“ Don't lie to me. ”

" or what? you'll have your goons drag me off to some torture dungeon? " exasperation shines through in her words. it's dangerous to take an attitude, she knows. " i reckon ol' luci wouldn't be pleased if the vessel for the queen o' hell got too damaged. he needs me. demons don't wanna piss of lucifer or their momma, do they? " she's guessing, not that she lets it show. lucifer told sam how he had blessed odette's line, and the gifts growing strong in her are far weaker in her mother and grandmother, which leaves her.