#goodsoldierandnothingelse

[raisealittleperdition]

"Sam, I have to-" He stood and started walking away from the outside of the Roadhouse without finishing his thought. Sam watched for a few seconds with curiosity but didn't follow. Dean remembered the last time that he felt this way, an internal shift of knowing deep within his instincts, he guessed. What of though, he wasn't too sure except for feeling that whatever this was - well, it was going to be important. Through the parking lot, he walked. Through the wooded area that surrounded the Roadhouse. He ended up on pavement then road, not a car in sight. For miles he walked, a weird...vibration in his chest, only he could tell whatever was causing it wasn't a bad thing. Not at all like the anxiety that he would have imagined the drums playing faster and faster as Alan Parrish got closer to the board game that had been buried, Jumanji - even here, movie references lived on in his head. This wasn't the point, figuring out what was causing this was. While Dean technically walked miles and miles, it only took minutes to achieve; time really did flow differently up here.

Suddenly, he could see something. A figure. Familiar but long since packed away neatly into the back of his mind. "No." He spoke to himself in a quiet whisper, disbelief in his tone that couldn't quiet cover up the happiness in him. That was when he realized that what he had been feeling was a joy that came only from his soul knowing that she was here. Finally. His smile broke through, his legs carrying him closer and faster. "Lisa."

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Big brown eyes went wide as her body stilled, the vibration inside of her ebbing and then stopping altogether when the mysterious figure was right before her. Her fingers were trembling and if she didn't know any better, she would have said it was adrenaline but... "I'm dead." She remembered, after a few seconds, Ben and his wife and their child watching her take her last breaths inside the hospital after she'd fallen and had been on hospice care for a few days. Her mind was clearer than ever now that her body wasn't inhibited by the earthly rules - much less the Angel's wall that had been put up. Cas. He had told her right before he had cleared her memories of Dean and had told her that one day, she would be reunited with him. She looked down at her hands for a long moment, almost as if she was willing them to stop so she could think. When she finally looked back up, he was still there just staring at her. She knew that smile. She loved that smile. "You're here." She put her now-steady hands on his chest slid them up and over his shoulders so she could embrace him. He felt just as he always had, smelled the same, even.

“You're not supposed to cry in heaven, Lis-" his words were met with a sniffle as she squeezed tighter and he embraced her as if he had a lifetime of hugs to make up for.

She couldn't say anything, they had eternity to catch up and spend forever together but for now, she was just glad to feel like she was home again. Her soul hadn't felt complete in decades, she just didn't know at the time why.

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@goodsoldierandnothingelse gets an angsty af starter

Nobody ever said coming back to life was easy. Or, if they had, Jo had decided they were definitely lying. She was disoriented and tired, and everything ached. Of course, a big part of that was due to the fact that it had been years since she’d died, and she wasn’t sure why or how she’d been brought back. 

Another big part was that she’d hitch-hiked her way up to Sioux Falls and found the salvage yard, home of her favorite uncle, the last of her family, was empty... and clearly had been for a while. She broke in, searching for information on where Sam or Dean might be, or what their current numbers even were.

Sadly, though, Jo wasn’t too surprised when she made it to a motel and called the numbers only to find they were disconnected. It made her life so much more difficult, which is just what she needed right now, and after a long hot shower, Jo got to work tracking down the hunters she knew and finding Sam and Dean.

It wasn’t the easiest thing in the world to do, but eventually, Jo got information on what hunt Sam and Dean were on and headed out across the country to track them down.

She spotted Dean’s car in the parking lot of a motel and pulled up next to it. She fidgeted nervously, nervous energy rushing over her. She’d reached her goal, found her destination, and now came the hard part... actually letting the man know she wasn’t dead.

Inhaling deeply, she wished desperately for a bottle of whiskey, but instead, she climbed out of the truck and made her way to the door, knocking on the one the Impala was parked in front of.

[cheaburi]

Continued from here

“You kicked my ass too though.” Charlie had definitely learnt a few new fighting techniques in Oz. Now that she was back, it was almost a completely different version of her old self. A darker version that she happened to like, it was almost like a battle between these too. “Ounce you go bad you never go back.”

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@goodsoldierandnothingelse​                          continued from x

     “Believe me, Scully, this isn’t my first rodeo.” Lia responded as she stood behind some sort of old wooden pillar to reload her handgun. She was used to hunting alone, but even she had to admit that she had never taken on anything this large by herself. This man just happened to be here when she showed up, and almost on the underside of the werewolf before she took her shot. He seemed to know more about this life than she originally thought - he was armed after all -  so should she give working with someone a chance? Was he even experienced in this sort of thing? She didn’t even know his name! Lia swallowed thickly and looked back up at the man. “Alright, but then we’re gonna set some ground rules. Number one being, try not to get yourself killed. This won’t work if one of us winds up dead.” Then she flashed a quick smile, to show she was joking. Sort of.