#executixner

[revixerint-blog]

“ Hey, you said that black Chevy out there   was your, right? Cause I think someone   just took off with it.”

[crxentxs]

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     "There's more coming. If we don't leave now...we have to find a way out."

[gabes-big-bag-of-tricks]

Stranger Danger || Gabriel & Dean

          It was late, late, late. Far too late for any sane person in this part of the world to be out and about wandering around in the outskirts of some backroads bar. Far too wayward and far too dark to be considered anything but out of the norm. Far far away from the hardened rock of the painted blacktop of city roads and city sounds and city lights and city people. Far far away where the sky spanned wide with all the stars to greet the path of pebbles of trudging footsteps kicking up the dirt and dust of too tired feet. Far far away into an almost near quiet save of some crickets who creaked their leggy songs that echoed in the prairie just on the other-side of a divide. Far far away in a cold of a long since setted sun and settling into a biting winter that was sure to give an unforgiving chill to the bone. But yet far be it for any travelling wanderer to finally find a place to maybe relax a while in something of a safehaven that only held within the small confines of a glass bottle.

          Despite the moonlight there was a fade of iridescent through old, burgundy stain glass windows where a couple of classic Harley Davidson motorcycles were parked as well as a stationary trailer out back of the wooden structure. There was one other rather lonely looking car that seemed just a bit out of place among the dirt and danky; a little light blue, late ninety's honda. At first glance you would think the poor thing is lost. The sign on the building drew more attention than anything else though as it read in big bolded letters

                                        'WAYWARD REST STOP'

                                                            and in smaller letters underneath 'bar and grill'. The 'grill' part must have been rhetorical. There were also other neon signs decorating the windows with images of women, beer, and the red and blue 'open' sign for incoming customers.

          Insides was no less unimpressive than the exterior with wooden floors, a couple of pool tables, a dart board, and an old jukebox on the far end with a karaoke machine next to it with an 'OUT OF ORDER' sign over it. It was probably just for show anyway since anyone who would try would make everyone else's ears bleeds with the drunken wailing of a tone deaf Bohemian Rhapsody. Many apologies go out to the late Freddie Mercury every time the anthem is butchered. Other than that however, there was also a pinball machine near the door called 'ASTROBLASTER' with it's little lights still flickering and those sci-fi gun noises sounding every once in a while however faint they were.

          Besides the decorative yellow lighting the only part of the place that seemed polished was the bartop where the bartender stood rather bored of the scenery in supervising the couple of bikers at one of the pool tables, and another gentleman with a cowboy hat and a lady in red making rather flirtatious advances to woo her and in returned she gave little bubbly giggles.

[boykingisms-blog]

+ exectixner

❝ Well, well, look what the cat dragged in.❞

The boy king straightened his shoulders and smirked, eyes glinting yellow for a brief moment before turning back into clear hazel.

                                 ❝ Hello, dear brother of mine.❞

[blaackwldow]

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Natasha stood by the grave stone, holding some flowers. It was obviously a prop if anyone knew that Nick Fury wasn't actually dead. She bent down to place the flowers by the fake headstone and stood back up. She didn't really take much notice to who was there but someone caught her eye. She furrowed her brows at the man but looked away as if to make it like she never even noticed him.

[unmixedblood]

Sentence meme

Becky felt actual fear for the first time in life as she leaned down, putting her hands on Dean's wounds and she could feel the warmness of his blood on her hands. She backed off slightly when he tried to sit up. Go? He couldn't be serious could he? Whether what she read was fictional or not -- she cared.  "No." She wasn't really expecting this to happen; especially Dean of all people. He was always the symbol of rebellion, strength, and defying death. See him like this made tears pool in her eyes and she could feel panic rising in her throat. Becky wanted to talk or at the very least say something reassuring but how? How could she form words that he'd actually believe.  "I'm not leaving you, Dean."  Her wording was strong and she meant it. Besides, what else did she have besides the Winchesters? Her books? Still the Winchesters and letting the real thing die? No way in Hell was that going to happen.  "Look, I can get you out of here. Trust me." She pleaded. "Or else you're going to die." 

[xcxstielx]

Pain, agony, deception, disappointment, these were the newest feeling the Angel was experiencing. He had always been there helping on demand no matter what was requested of him, not caring of the consequences; Castiel was always gladly would do everything on a blink of an eye for the Winchesters, especially for Dean. He felt lost and confuse and he knew he needed to pay for all wrong himself had done, but none of that mattered, time was almost at it end. He lifted his gaze to the sky, giving a half smile before he heard a familiar voice saying it was time for him to go. “Castiel” the angel spoke as the male nodded “No need for force, I am going on my own will” he spoke as he stood up turning to face the other. He glanced back once again into the direction Dean was, his eyes narrowed before frowning “May I?” he asked as they shake his head “No goodbyes, Castiel is time to go” he frowned and gave a slight nod with his head before they both vanished from the spot.

[anxtherdeadgirl-blog]

                    Beth wish she could've remembered what day of the week it was. Time didn't pass in days, or weeks now. It passed in hours, sunrise and sundown, and if it was fall or if it was summer. Being separated from her group was pulling a toll on her and she was actually thankful for the time she had spent with Daryl. He's saved her life more than once now and he didn't even know it. She tapped against the window of the abandon gas station and waited. She wiped the beads of sweat off her forehead and didn't even jump when the walkers started making noise inside. Beth just sighed, knowing it meant more work on her part. She was already exhausted and running off four hours of sleep.           "-- Fuck it." Beth said as pushed open the door to the gas station but surprisingly she didn't see a walker. She saw nothing. Beth moved down to her belt, grabbing her gun because if she didn't see a walker it must have been a human and humans were typically worse than walkers.            "Hello?" The blonde haired girl called out. "Is -- Is anyone there?" Beth swallowed, digging deep down inside her to get the side that Daryl brought out. "Who the fuck is there 'cause I will shoot."