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@murdcrpup | Everett

“So, how are you feeling today?” He had been advised to check in on one of their newer recruits. “Sam, right?”

[illusivexemissary]

hc: Gabriel pays special attention to prayers of children and/or those with childlike souls in particular. Inspired the alert system to reunite lost children with their caregivers/guardians/family.

Send in a headcanon and I’ll elaborate on whether I share it.

Oh my Lord. YES.  I’ve always headcanoned that Gabriel is a particularly attentive steward to children and the childlike, but the notion that he planted the idea of the Amber Alert in human minds is so! Wonderful! 

[cochetsharpshooter]

Thread Tracker Update

Hi plums and partners.  I am working on knocking out all replies and inbox stuff this week (posting two replies a day if possible).  Please try and give me a yes or no on threads you owe me via IM.  I haven’t archived them since I was gone so long and I honestly do want to keep a lot of them so I am being a bit selfish.  Due to work, replies are going to take me around a month, depending on shows and insanity.  (I work for a ballet company which means major rollercoasters of stress and deadlines).

I really do appreciate simple feedback on if you want to continue a thread or not.  I don’t like to bug others about their threads, which is why I do these monthly thread tracker updates.  I like to keep everyone in the loop while respecting that life can get crazy and unpredictable.

Much love plums <3

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[shieldshawk]

"Mm. No. Go 'way. M'sleepin." he mumbled, tugging the blankets up higher around his ears. He was somehow hot and cold at the same time. "Stoppit," he begged weakly. "Go 'way," he scrunched up into a ball.

“Sammy. Sammy wake up.” Clint frowned, thermometer in hand. “You’re runnin’ quite a fever there, should probably take somethin’ for that, kiddo.”

[shieldshawk]

(i can't believe you asked for angst like this how D ARE) "Agent Winchester has died."

“Sammy’s--” He couldn’t breath, the thought of the young man gone setting off an ache deep in his chest, hot and sharp against his heart. “How---When?”

[shieldshawk]

🤕

He’d managed to fool Lar, but that probably wouldn’t last much longer. She was damn smart, and he wasn’t exactly the world’s best liar. Oh sure, when he needed to be, he was aces at it. Sam, though. He would have to be extra on guard. Limping into his room, he sighed tiredly as he eased himself onto the bed, rolling up his pants leg, looking at the long cut along the side of his calf. Thankfully, it wasn’t deep enough to reach the bone, but it wasn’t something that was all that great, either. Nat had helped him stitch it closed, but he’d managed to bust the bottom three that morning.

[shieldshawk]

@murdcrpup

Clint grinned, laying on the floor with Nate sprawled on his stomach, Lila giggling as she drew on Clint’s leg with a silver sharpie. “Hey. Sammy’s gonna be home soon. . .Think you guys would like to go on a ride to go get him?”

At the resulting cheer, he grinned, pulling the two year old up, above his head, and laughing as Lila jumped up and started dancing.

“Shoes and socks, miss Lila. What’cha say, buddy, you wanna help me tack up some horses?” Situating Nate against his hip, Clint grabbed a pair of his boots, and a pair of socks laying around, giving them a cursory sniff-test, before putting them on. Twenty minutes later, all three of them were outside, Lila riding her own horse, Clint with Nate seated in front of him.