#huntsworn

[levithaen-a]

no  one  wants  dick  more  than  sam

[infihnt]

PERKS       OF       BEING       A       GOD         ;         you       were       difficult       to       kill         .            his       fate       hung       on       a       string       alongside       the       rest       of       the       world         .            CLOTHO       spun       gold       thread       'pon       spindle         ,         LACHESIS       did       determine       my       time       &       ATROPOS       one       day       shall       cut       my       thread         .            when       stake       pierced       flesh         ,         part       of       him       wondered       if       his       time       was       up         .            pointed       edge       dipped       in       blood       barely       𝑔𝓇𝒶𝓏𝑒𝒹       pulsing       heart         .            give       thanks       to       the       moirai       that       your       life       is       not       yet       over         .            (   &    thanks    to    the    winchester's    poor    aim   )            life       went       on         ,         chronos       became       more       careful       with       his       kills         .            choosing       to       remain       in       the       present         ,         never       daring       to       return       to       lyla         .            word       𝙼𝙾𝙽𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁       from       painted       lips       was       a       stake       to       the       heart       of       it's       own         .            &       it       didn't       miss         .

 he       saw       it       before       it       happened         .            coffee       in       hand         ,         towering       form       of       sam       winchester       ahead       of       him         .            𝐇𝐄       𝐆𝐎𝐓       𝐒𝐋𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐘         .            two       of       three       corpses       found       had       drawn       hunters       straight       to       his       door         .            maybe       this       was       how       it       ended         .            if       so         ,         he       was       taking       one       or       both       down       with       him         .

                    ❛     here       for       MURDER       ATTEMPT       number       two       ?    ❜

@huntsworn

[fidelissimi-a]

✉ !

text meme.

Send “✉” for a text that WASN’T SENT.

[ 📱 » S.W. - draft unsent ]   bet you never thought you’d get a message from this number again huh? so sorry to burst your bubble. i heard you got your hands on the demon tablet and that there’s Trials or something that you guys are doing. i heard you’ll need a demon for one of them. the last one, maybe? if you can promise not to kill me on sight, you can use me. i don’t care what it’s for. i’m just tired of running.  

[nogword]

huntsworn replied to your post:         “I’ve only made like 5 decent humans and...

*confused sam noises*

“You heard nothing.”

[nogword]

" i want to try and trust you again some day. "

        He looks down at His feet, then back at Sam, pursing His lips. “I want to be the loving and forgiving God everyone wants me to be… But it’s hard, Samuel.” His voice is soft, almost tired. “I know there are things I’ve done or let happen that are unforgivable, I can’t ask you to put all that behind. It wouldn’t be fair.”

[nogword]

💛👀 !!

Smoochies! | accepting

There’s a hint of wariness when Sam grabs one of Chuck’s hands, a flicker of grace ready to send the Winchester away with a twitch of His fingers, but before He could try anything the gentle touch of Samuel’s lips brushing against His hand had Him stiffening.

“… Sam?”

[nogword]

◆ !!

Why aren’t we rping? || accepting!

◆ - I’m really shy so please don’t hurt me …

ASDLKGJDF DON’T BE, I AM JUST AS SHY ; A ; i rarely iniciate threads, and tbh i’m always afraid to rp with Winchesters bc Chuck is always *knife emoji* at them aslkdjgkfg but we can plot something bc i really love Sammy!!!

[caestielarc]

@huntsworn .

the sun is high over head && should castiel be feeling anything, it would have been the sweltering heat . instead the angel stands unaffected , trench coat firmly in place , eyes on sam in concern . “you’re very red.”