Good lord can she tone down the girl-boyfriend vibes for even a minute wtffffff
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Good lord can she tone down the girl-boyfriend vibes for even a minute wtffffff
YELLOW EYES: Unfortunately, Supernatural is too busy grieving over his dear friend Alice to be around right now.
HARRISON: Yeah, so I suppose you're stuck with his siblings fer now, eh?
I drew my concept for fem!Gabriel. Sorta puttin the outfit together, possibly may make it to a con. Drew in artflow app
==> Supernatural: Wake up
*When you open your eyes, you feel different. You sit up, groaning quietly, and rub your head with a hand. You feel even darker than before and you automatically know that your demon situation has gotten worse. But there's something else. There's still something different. Something else is missing.*
*You look over to your left and almost gasp out loud. Lying next to you is you. Or, your male form. You stare at its sleeping form for a few moments before rising to your shaky feet. You approach your mirror and freeze when you lock eyes with your reflection.*
*Yellow eyes. Your heart sinks and a bitter thought rises in its place. How fitting, you snarl internally. Yellow eyes, the eye color of the demon that killed Sam and Dean's mother. Not a word comes to voice, but you glance back over to the other Supernatural.*
*That is the original. That's the Supernatural you used to be. You can hardly call yourself Supernatural anymore. You stare back into your reflection. No, maybe you can't call yourself Supernatural. You're not the same person anymore. The thought hurts, but there is no denying it. With an emotionless face, you make a decision.*
*You suppose you aren't Supernatural anymore. In a way, you're someone else. So you decide to stick with a different name.*
*Yellow Eyes.*
*You pick up the gun and knife you dropped and look to Growley, who begins to bark at Supernatural.*
Hey. Come on, boy. We're out of here.
*You turn and walk out of the room in a newfound silence.*
==> Supernatural: Pass out
*You retreat into a room where there is no one trying to bother you, to infuriate you or calm you down. You want to be alone. You're finally alone. You need to relax. This state you're in is just pathetic. You sink into a corner, drawing your knees into your chest.*
*Just like always, Growley finds you when you're in a panic. He bounds into the room and stops in the center, staring at you and tilting his head. He barks at you, and then bounds over to you again and sits by your feet.*
*You pick the hellhound up and stare at him. Not long ago, you would have skewered this thing if you saw it. Now, you're keeping it around as a pet. Then again, not long ago you weren't a demon.*
*The feeling in your chest increases. Your head is suddenly swimming and the world around you is becoming hazy and unclear. You drop Growley and fall into unconsciousness.*
==> Supernatural: Wake up
*You open your eyes and lights floods in, blinding you for a moment. You sit up from your position on the floor. That's weird... you don't remember falling asleep. Usually you wouldn't need to.*
*You feel worse than ever, both physically and mentally. You sit up, only to find that you feel like something is missing. More than you have all day, you mean, something about you is seriously missing. It doesn't take you long to figure out what it is*
*Your wings. They're just gone. You immediately begin to have a panic attack Your grace is weaker than ever. It's practically gone now. The form of your hellhound pup bounds around the room, clearer than ever before. You hyperventilate and curl into yourself.*
*You're scared. You're angry. You're hurt. You don't know what to do anymore.*
==> Supernatural: Go home
*You don't know what to do anymore. You return to your room deathly silent, large amount of your feathers gone. You can't even spread your wings anymore. You can feel something warm inside of you ebbing away, and you know what it is. You're losing your grace.* *But why? It isn't fair. Ever since you got this body, everything has gone wrong. You throw all of your weapons off and into the floor, getting salt on your hand in the process. It burns much more than the holy water had a few hours ago. You grind your teeth, shaking your hand furiously.* *So, that's it, then? You lose everything and then turn into a demon? Why? You used to be pure-- or, more than you are now. You used to be a hunter, you used to be loved. And now, there's just that darkness that's growing in your body. Growing in your soul.* *You pick up the silver knife again. It's the only thing you'll carry anymore, you decide. What's the point of carrying the rest? That's hunter gear. You are no longer fit for that. You always used to fantasize about finally escaping the hunter's life. This isn't how you imagined it would happen.* *This isn't how you imagined anything would happen. You've lost it. Everything you wanted. You've lost yourself. You hardly think you're fit to call yourself Supernatural anymore, you've changed so much. You sit on the floor against a wall and fiddle with the silver knife.* *Growley wanders closer to you and sits next to you. You stare at him for a moment. Wait a minute-- your blood runs cold. Since when could you actually SEE him? Without use of the glasses? You turn and stare at the floor, and the same questions runs over and over through your head.* *Why?*
==> Supernatural: Panic
You look down at your hands, which are full of golden feathers. Your hear pounds in your ears. Something is going wrong. Something is going very, very wrong. Your legs are weak and you drop to your knees, the cumpls of feathers in your hands falling next to you.*
*You know what's happening, but you don't want to believe it.*
*Your feathers are rapidly falling off of your wings, which are becoming ridiculously weak them selves. You breath harshly with your back against the wall.*
*Growley bounds up to you and sniffs the feathers before growling at them and running away.*
*You can feel the panic crawling up your throat. This isn't happening. This isn't happening.*