#impalaas

[daemonsdaed]

he gives his best blue steel, but she's not looking at his face.

ft. @impalaas

[fallenangelwings]

Finding a busted Cas | @impalaas

He didn't know what kind of deal had been made, or if the parties that held him hostage were still among the living. Regardless of what happened, Castiel had been 'let go' in the broadest sense of the term. Where and in what condition had not been disclosed to the elder Winchester.

Tires screamed to a halt past a patch of unbroken tan in a ditch. There was no sign of life as the car pulled over. No sign of life at his own name in frantic tones. No sign of life as hands pawed at his vessel. Castiel was sheet pale, and the telltale ring of Grace was pouring from a nasty wound in his abdomen, but he was still breathing.

The deal, broken or not, had been held up. The angel was alive, for now. At some point during Dean's efforts, Cas mumbled his name, but that was as much as the wound allowed before it yanked him right back down into sweet oblivion. Wrapped him up and kept him under its spell. There would be no help getting his busted vessel into the car.

[hersilentlucidity]

stop lying to me . tell me what you did . (For Bela) @impalaas

"If I gave you a list of what I have done lately, is it better to give it to you alphabetically or chronologically? I could also give it to you both ways if that is your preference." The smirk on her lips as she adjusted her trench coat and pulled her hair from beneath it. "I just made a buyer far too enthusiastic for what the item was worth in the grand scheme of things. Really, I did them a favour in the long run."

[agntwells]

@impalaas | hit the ♥

The last time Liza had looked at her phone had been this morning when she'd called in sick to work -- no way she was showing up like this, running a fever and feeling like death warmed over. Laying on the couch to rot and watch comfort movies was a much better idea, but when she heard a car outside, she fumbled for her phone and realized she'd missed several texts from Dean, the last one reading a little more concerned than normal -- well, as far as she could tell over a text message, anyway. Before she could warn him that she was sick, he was already using the key she’d hidden to unlock the door and let himself inside.

“Don’t -- ugh,” Liza sat up too quickly to try and stop him from coming too close, and immediately regretted the action, laying back down and covering her head with her blanket as she willed everything to stop spinning. “I’m sick, just leave me here to rot, I don’t want you to catch this.” She said, her voice slightly muffled by the blanket.

[itsalcngstory]

There's a book she's trying to skim through in her hands, a huff of a breath escaping her as gaze finally dares to look up towards him.

"Don't know who thought the Dracula book was considered good research. . .you know there's a whole thing about Abraham having a bunch of kids? There's hunters out there that are Van Helsings apparently."

@impalaas

[suckerrpunched]

continued from :: @impalaas

Blue eyes glowed yellow for a few more seconds, before slowly fading back to blue, as she stood over him. She let in and out a few deep breaths, a hand pressed to her chest as she tried to calm herself down. At least he was alive. Which is better than the alternative.

She blinks once, then twice. "Oh, right! Sorry!" she said, dipping her head apologetically. "I swear I didn't mean to try and hurt you! It was an accident!" She bent down, extending one of her hands to take his. Then, helped pull him to his feet. Sometimes she couldn't control these powers of hers and it always came back to bite her in the ass.

[nightmdic-a]

'who did this to you?' (Have an angry Dean)

"-More of a what question. . .any reports of a werewolf in town recently?"

There's still fresh crimson trickling down her features from a decent cut above her brow, some white gauze being held up towards it in an attempt to slow the bleeding. Beyond the mere bruises and scrapes that were minor, the worse is the three deep claw gashes across her back. Crimson has been staining her attire for some time now, and with where the gashes are - they're not exactly easy for her to reach to and treat herself.

@impalaas

[boyblooded]

ִֶָ. ..𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ🪽་༘࿐ ˗ˏˋ walkie talkie clutched in his fist , they'd made it to their first stop victim on the list . he had what he considered to be the more entertaining of their jobs here , using a burner cell &* voice changer to get in their head , to really freak 'em out and give them a run for their money while dean got himself situated for the attack . this meant his brother picking a lock somewhere or crawling in a window while sam kept the target distracted , or at least that was what they'd planned out . they'd even picked up some generic halloween masks &* robes from lawrence's one and only costume store . after all , where's the fun in a ski mask or just wearing a hoodie ? they were aiming for the big leagues , to leave a mark , and that meant needing to stand out for what they were plotting . between dean's endless knowledge of movie references and sam's love for forensic science &* crime cases , they had plenty of beautiful inspiration to draw from .

ready to bail in the getaway car whenever needed , daddy's precious '67 impala. ( you see , he wouldn't be needing it while on a mission trip god knows where to spread the gospel ! should've hidden his car keys better . ) sam made a few phone calls to the lone occupant of the house , some chick from their high school . lindsey meyers , cheerleader , mega bitch . she took any chance she could get to humiliate sam , mocking his family life to the rest of their peers . big brother didn't take too well to anyone picking on sammy in that way , so here they were . locked &* loaded . given her a pop quiz on various famous horror killers , kept her on the line long enough to be oblivious to his sibling stowed away in a coat closet . clicking the button on his walkie , he raised it to his mouth to reach the other : ❛ all ready for you , @impalaas . bombs away . ❜