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@itstimetorambleon​ asked:

After wiping his greasy mouth with the napkin, Dean let out a sigh, before reaching over to pick up his phone. This was the fifth attempt to call his estranged daughter, Emma. He told himself he could FINALLY do this - right after eating lunch. Now, time was up. After finding her contact information, the hunter clicked Emma's name, and set his phone down, where he placed the audio on speaker. It ringing... ringing... ringing... (to Emma, from Papa Dean)

     Emma’s phone rings and she thinks nothing of it. She figured it was Luke calling to apologize for the way his friend dragged him away from her a few nights back. Truth be told she should have known better when she received the package from him that had this very phone inside it. It seemed a little to convenient that only three names and numbers where preprogramed into the phone ─ Luke , Sam and Dean. 

     Imagine her surprise when she picked up the phone and saw the name and number of the caller. Someone had ratted on her and told Dean about her. It shouldn’t have come as a shock to her and she is pretty damn sure who did the snitching. She told Luke no one could be trusted , but one by one he still allowed his so called friends in on what should have been their shared secret. The very thing she warned him about , the very thing she told him she was terrified of was now playing out. There would be hell to pay for this for sure , but right now she had to take things one step at a time.

     Just maybe all wasn’t lost just yet. Perhaps she could change her angle and still work this to her advantage. Sure , she was bitter and angry at Dean for not even bothering to see if she was still alive after she had been shot. But her real anger was directed at Sam ─ after all , he was the one who pulled the trigger. For this to work she couldn’t just answer the phone with all sunshine and rainbows. She had to play this out perfectly.

     So finally she relents and answers the phone. “ I’m not sure how you got my number but you should lose it as quickly as you found it. “

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@itstimetorambleon​ chided,  “stop man-handling the ice cream!”

   “ In your dreams, Winchester. This ice cream has been defeated by the great Emma Decody. ”    Defeated is a very... loaded word when it comes to what Emma just did. She’d bent the spoon she was using to nearly... sensual levels. Ways that only... adult stars arch their backs, that’s how the spoon is bent out of shape. So, being the ever optimist that she is, has decided to just nuke it for 5 seconds in the microwave and then dives in.  “ You’re just mad that I was smart enough to bring it back from frostbitten death. ”

[pantslessoptimism-moved]

@itstimetorambleon​ asked: [ text ] can you bring snacks on your way here?

[sms ;; dean] heck yeah i can  [sms ;; dean] you got anything in mind or should i just get whatever calls my name [sms ;; dean] i should warn you that will probably be cheetos 

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@itstimetorambleon​ asked:  😡- Venting their anger. (Heather)

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     The day had started out out like most other days. Nothing out of the ordinary , just more of the same everyday business. Fausta was out of the Mansion attending to some last night arrangements she had made. Peter had mentioned something about teleporting back to Santa Carla because of a strange feeling he had ─ which left her all alone in the big old Mansion.

     Sure Heather could have ventured out on her own but she wasn’t completely comfortable with that just yet. She didn’t want to be alone with others until she knew for sure that those damn drugs DJ X injected her with would be completely and totally gone from her system and she wasn’t having any sort of withdraws from it. 

     So instead of venturing out she decided to slip into Fausta’s office and on to her computer. Strangely enough Fausta got her thinking about her human life when she brought it up to her only a few days ago. Heather decided to check the email she had when she worked at the law firm. Was anyone reaching out to her ? Was anyone looking for her or had the world forgotten she even existed ? What she was hoping for was that everyone had long forgotten about her. Sadly that wasn’t the case.

      At first she wasn’t going to open the emails because there was over four pages of them and they were all from anonymous senders with no return address. It seemed so strange and unusual that she couldn’t help but click on them to open them. Email after email she opened and each one contained the same round about message.

( ( How dare you think you’re special enough to claim such a position as Queen. You’ve earned nothing and you will be treated as NOTHING. Disappear while you’re still alive to do so.  ))

     Angrily , one right after the other she clicked delete. Her fingers slamming the keys on the keyboard a little harder with each email. Anger was rapidly building inside her and thankfully she managed to delete the last of the emails before destroying Fausta’s keyboard. Clearly there were some lingering effect still in her system because her anger kept on growing. It was getting to the point that she knew if she didn’t do something to calm herself , things were going to spiral out of control and quickly.

      To the shower she headed.

     For several long minutes she allowed the hot water to beat down upon her. Over and over she asked herself WHY she was letting this effect her so ? Was it all because they didn’t want to accept her or that someone had actually threatened her ? It was definitely the latter. She didn’t give a damn who did or didn’t accept her because no ones opinion honestly mattered to her other than Peter’s. But how dare they sink as low as to make threats upon her when they knew NOTHING of her other than she was to be wed to the Alpha ? Then again they must have found out more about her then she would have liked since these messages were sent to an email she used when she was still human working a honest nine to five job.

     Her eyes burned red as she stared at the tile in front of her. She was sick and tired of people trying to push her around because they thought she was weak and innocent because she wasn’t either of those things. Being kind was not a weakness !

     Before Heather could even place together what was happening her fists were one right after the other punching the blue tile in front of her. Fists busting through tile and sheet rock until she bore an entire hole larger than a head into the shower wall. Blood from her hands mixed with water that still sprayed against her back and dripped down the tile that still remained some what intact. 

      She didn’t stop until she heard the door to the bathroom open which she could only assume was Peter.

      “ I’M FINE ! “

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@itstimetorambleon​ asked: Can't do this anonymously, not when it comes to my brother. Sam, I just wanted you to be happy and to live a normal life - like, seriously happy and normal, with a family YOU picked, and not through somebody else. It was my job to look out for you, and when it comes to living your life... I've screwed that up for you too many times.

Guess this wasn't much of a secret, but just something I wanted off my chest.

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     “ Dean , stop and think about what you’re saying for just a second. When has anything about my life ever been normal ? From the moment Yellow eyes himself fed me demon blood I stopped being like you , mom and dad. No matter how much you wanted me to be normal it’s something I could never be. You think I didn’t pick this family but I did. I might not have been behind the driver seat but Lucifer talked all the time and we agreed and disagreed on a lot of things but he never forced this life on me , I helped pick it. I made a choice and look how it turned out. There was no apocalypse and no war. The world is still here , safe and sound. We were suppose to kill the things that needed killing but just because it’s different doesn’t mean it needs to die. The only thing you screwed up on was pushing me to damn hard. Until you can fully realize , understand and accept that I’m different I don’t know if we’ll ever be able to repair what’s broken between us. If you hate the family I have because they are different then you’ve got to hate me as well. There is no gray area because I’m your brother , because they are my family just like you. “

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Anonymous asked:

To Emma,

I should've fought harder for you.

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     Should haves and could haves ─ what good were they to her now ? It could be said a million times over but it would never change anything that happened. It doesn’t matter who sent the message because when it came right down to it , NO ONE has ever fought for her. The only person she has or has ever had is herself. 

     She should have never gone to that motel room years ago to meet her father because it was then she saw first hand the cold brutality of her uncle. One side of her family tried to murder her in cold blood and the other side of her family now wanted her dead. Yeah , there are a lot of things she wishes she would have done differently but wishes would never change the harsh reality that is her life. 

      Her biggest wish is that before her time ends that she is able to return that same cold brutality to those who deserve a taste of their own medicine ─ to make everyone that’s hurt her to know what it feels like to have your entire world destroyed in the blink of an eye. They deserve to know how their actions effect and have effected others. 

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@itstimetorambleon​ asked:

"Would you sleep with me knowing I was possessed by a demon who could possibly attempt to kill you at any given point and time? But on the flip side, the sex is incredible. Like, mind-blowing unbelievable orgasms." (to Buffy)

     “ Some how I feel like this is a trick question and you’ve grown really smart at wording your questions to weed out all the loop holes I normally find. I mean , I don’t know ─ in light of the way you answered that same exact question .... You would technically still be in there. “ Chin rests on palm with fingertips thoughtfully drum on cheek. “ What woman could resist mind-blowing orgasms ? Not saying that you don’t provide them .... and we both know I could pop a demons melon between my thighs. I don’t see the danger here .. at least for me. “ 

        “ Wanna roleplay it and find out ? “

        “ And just for the record , I don’t sleep with demons , only vampires. “

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