#forgottenxxson

[kaz--winchester]

forgottenxxson replied to your post

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w hat

[absitxomen-blog]

Ten Cent Pistol †

Lawrence, Kansas. 

It was a blistering summer's day, so hot you could easily fry an egg on the sidewalk. The air was thick and muggy, heavy on the lungs and enough to leave a slick film of sweat on Claire's arms and neck. Unruly blonde curls, fluffed up in the humidity, were pulled back into a disheveled ponytail that rested at the back of her neck and collected the sweat beading down the back of her neck in the midst of the summertime heat. 

A cigarette was balanced between two pale fingers, smoke curling from the ignited tip to mingle with the heady August haze. It was the best way she could think of to spend her afternoon -- smoking her way through a brand new pack of menthols and trying as hard as she might to drown out the ringing in her ears, threats and promises to bring death ( and worse ) upon her. The black-market angel blade she carried with her was sheathed at her side, the only comfort Claire had in the chaos of that was her life. --And damn it, it was all her fault. It was her fault she couldn't stay in one place for longer than a month, HER fault that Heaven wanted her dead -- her fault that she had to drive a truck that didn't run worth shit without a dollar to her name or any idea where her next meal would come from, or when it'd come.

Slowly, she brought the cigarette to her lips and took a drag off the roll of tobacco, jaded eyes scanning her surroundings with idle curiosity. A few cars passed by, and she could see some guy walking his way from the cemetery -- wait a minute, was he -- covered in dirt?  

What the hell?

[the--scapegoat-blog]

"I cried out for you."

And did he not cry out for him too?

It had been wrong of him, doesn't Sam know that--but he got desperate to know there was something else human in there, something else living in the same sense that he was; and that was Adam. Excuse him, should've been. There was never any response--and Sam never heard Adam, not through the wall in his head, not through the walls of the Cage.

Adam was just a kid, and Sam Winchester had condemned him to an eternity of Hellfire; not that being any older would've made it any better. But Adam was The Innocent. He was dragged and pulled and pushed into being the haunted, centuries-old man he was today--who gave Sam that right, to pull Adam in with him? Who gave Sam that authority?

No one.

Dean should've pulled Adam out.

[the--scapegoat-blog]

forgottenxxson

ic---

I can't apologize enough times, not enough times if I kept apologizing for the rest of my life--he was just a kid. He didn't deserve it, he doesn't, he never did or will.

& ooc

basic reaction whenever adumb/alanah comes online:

ahh? how do i gush about alanah without sounding like a total idiot?

i can't remember the last time i've seen someone her age with such a knack for writing like her! i never get tired of reading her stuff, and skype is always some ridiculous fiesta of tears and arguing about who's cuter. after i responded to her open (like, three weeks ago?), it wasn't too long till we admitted about the mutual stalking going on, and idk, ~chemistry~ happened. she's always really lovely and just seeing her on my dash cheers me up! pls i adore alanah and that is that no doubt about it.

[justaburger-archive-blog]

forgottenxxson

MY BABY. ILUSFM.

God, when you first followed me back I honestly though I wasn't good enough. I was so excited because fuck, an Adam to have Hell-issues with, and then you started liking my posts and fucking replying to them, and so I (admittedly) started writing Sam/Adam stuff to post on my dash so you would pay attention to me.

It fucking worked.

Your writing is beautiful, and it leaves tears on my face. I've never regretted a conversation between us (and Lord knows some of the shit you say to me you fucking arsehole). I'm obsessed with your face and the unique ways in which it moves, and I would never, never ask you to change for anything.

Stay beautiful, darling.

[the--scapegoat-blog]

Please. [He inches closer and it's unclear whether he's trying to push Sam off or if he's trying to lay on him.] I'm hungry. [For once.] Let's order pizza.

Ugh, get off, man, I can't get you your damn tissues if you're sitting on me. [The slightest of smiles flickers over his lips, happy with that news. Eating is progress.] I'll get some tissues from the Rite Aid, and I'm pretty sure there's a pizza place on the way back, how about that?

[the--scapegoat-blog]

Shoulda bought me some more tissues, then.

[Don't make Sam throw Adam in the Pit again.] Fine, ass. Do you want the lotion tissues for your delicate nose, too?

[the--scapegoat-blog]

Pay attention to me.

I am, smart ass. Covering someone in snot usually gets their attention.