#he11sprncss

[salvatoraes]

"so are just biting everyone now?"

unprompted asks, always accepting.

" i wouldn't say everyone but i can make an exception for a certain someone. " yes, he is absolutely smirking at her.

[mountainheroine]

@he11sprncss gets a plotted starter!

"You know, this mountain isn't safe. If you know what's best for you then you'll turn tail and run out of here. Wouldn't want to see a pretty girl like you get hurt." Sam called out as she stepped out from behind one of the trees, boots sinking into pristine snow. Ever since the events that happened years ago, she'd made her residence permanent at the abandoned Washington Lodge. Always waiting for teens or adults to get curious and try to adventure up after all the tales of what lurked in the mountains. They probably all thought it was some kind of tall tale. Something made to scare people but the truth was that it was all too real. People would travel, get too close to the mines and risk waking SOMETHING up. That was where Sam came in. She had no intentions of letting this intruder come in any further. "Not to mention it's kinda private property. Not that I'm going to sell you out but I am going to have to ask you to turn around."

[gilmoires]

daughter of lucifer. years of practice as a mom prepared her for this moment, able to steel her resolve and prevent any visible reaction to the information that the other just handed to her on a silver platter. "oh honey," she sighs softly, before there's a soft tut of her tongue, not dismissive of her feelings but of the weight that delaney burdened herself with. "you know what i see? i see a kid sitting in my kitchen at two in the morning, losing a who-can-drink-more-coffee contest with me, worrying about whether she's going to turn evil or not. but you know what evil people don't do? worry about it." ... @he11sprncss

[encarnadine]

"your talents are being wasted." ruby appears behind @he11sprncss suddenly, as if out of thin air, with polished nails tucked within the pockets of her coat. red is smeared across lips, a deathly color, similar to the name and the act itself; she has known the grueling hand of torture, as well felt the warmth itself. "have you ever thought about switching sides? hmm?" she inquires with feigned innocent curiosity, as if they are allies who are discussing mundane tasks, ensnared in the reality of the darkness that carves out of each of them. "i mean, i know that you say the winchesters are your family, but have you ever wondered what it would be like to be with your real family?"

[shadowbrn]

@he11sprncss : Tell me I’m a good girl. Your only girl. ( kannon )

@he11sprncss. kannon loves hearing delaney get so needy, especially when it's directed toward him ( not that it should ever be directed to anyone else ). kannon doesn't speak right away, he's much more focused on kissing along her jawline and pulling more noises out of her. he chuckles softly as he listens to her words, ❝ of course you're my good girl, ❞ kannon murmurs, pulling away to meet her eyes, ❝ and of course you're my only girl. no one else makes me feel the way you do. ❞

[junesinger]

i already said i'm sorry.

there's a barely there chuckle that drifts from her brims as she lowers herself next to delaney on the floor of bobby's guest bedroom, where the winchesters have resided in over the past week. it seems that there is something in the air, charged by something emotionally cracked, evident in the way that dean's footsteps carry a little heavier around the house lately, sam has been silently reading his books on june's beanbag in bobby's study room almost exclusively today, and now this outburst from delaney. "i know, and i heard 'ya, del. it's okay. i got two ears and one mouth and they work in that ratio if you can believe it." with the way that june seems to be rambling now, no she can't even believe it.

in fact, she recalls wanting to throw something earlier too when she learned from bobby that john actually wasn't going to be picking up the kids today, but rather next week. she wasn't upset that she was going to have to spend more time with the winchester siblings; in fact, she loved that. she yearns to be around others her age, who knows of the horrors like she does; it feels like she can drop the mask she presents to others at school, and just be who she wants to be. her anger comes from an instinctual protective urge to cocoon the siblings and take care of them from anyone that hurts their feelings, even if it's from their father.

instead, she offers distractions. instead of cleaning the broken glass off of the floor where delaney shattered it (with her hands or her mind, june isn't sure yet, but she already has sneaking suspicion something is wrong, and she's not about to address the elephant in the room now) she drops whatever she has already collected tucked in the washcloth in her hands, the fabric following the pieces soon after. she looks over at delaney, her light blue hues brightened by the sun that bleeds through the window, giving her a view of the spacious hills that expands for what feels like miles behind bobby's junkyard. "you know what? it's been a while since we've gone shootin'." and if there's one thing this family needs right now, is to blow off some steam. the next question is asked with a beaming, if not mischievous, smile. "dad just got a new rifle. wanna test it out with me?"

[benbraeden]

“ i’d do anything for you too, you know. i know you think you’re the one protecting me but. it goes both ways. ”

he's not oblivious to the fact that she carefully timed the conversation to take place at the first stitch of his skin, mending his wound together so that the bleeding at least stop. trapped under her needle, forced to succumb to her words, powerful as her abilities. they wrack through him momentarily, muscles stiff and taut with the weight of his own conflicting emotions, a storm of emotions waging inside of the cage of his ribs. flashes of a faceless mother comes to his forefront, though sometimes he sees his mother smiling back at him, sometimes she's replaced with the image of delaney, curling forth another pang of guilt that he hasn't voiced. "i don't need protecting," his timbre is gruff and rough around the edges, though they crack at the edges just as they come out; he doesn't want to wound her with his own words. his barrier that he has spent years building remains tall and unwavering, refusal even in the face of her gentleness.

[benbraeden]

it's not often when ben lingers in one place for too long, finding that solving a case as soon as it lands in his lap is the best pace for him to go about his hunts. it's easier this way, to avoid having to watch for his reflection tucked in places he doesn't want to see. like tonight, when he was enjoying himself a beer in celebration for solving the death echo that was plaguing a small town in rural appalachia mountains. hikers who met an untimely death on a gruesome walk, despite the warning signs that urges for people to turn away. ben feels like he has seen his own echo, his younger face tucked between the shadows of the trees outside of the bar, with a smile, waiting and watching. and then... the shapeshifter waves. it was enough for ben to rush back to the motel room, where he finds delaney, and starts to urgently shove his things in his duffle. "celebration over, we have to move." @he11sprncss.