#narrativessel

[mokingbirdarch]

d. wιncнeѕтer : where you been keeping that gorgeous face of yours?

“ flattery won't get you as far as you think it will , ” her words , despite the coolness in her tone , the focus off of ( @narrativessel ) , are betrayed by the hint of a grin on her face when she hears him . she turns her head over her shoulder to look at him , taking a moment to assess him before she turns to face him fully , pushing blonde hair over her shoulder . “ but i should be saying the same thing to you . haven't run into you in a few months now . you doing okay ? ”

[bitchchester]

lyric starter call / @narrativessel / haunted house , florence & the machine

         “ there's  THINGS  in  there  that  scream  and  shout  …  wish  i  could  find  a  way  to  let  them  out . ”

[bitchchester]

shouldn't you be in school? / @narrativessel

             gritted  teeth  /  jaw  clenched  so  hard  you  can  envision  the  HEADACHE  to  come .  clenched  almost  as  tight  as  the  grip  on  an  overnight  bag  you  debated  even  packing  ( telling  yourself  over  and  over  again ,  vowing  to  the  air ,  that  you  weren't  going .  you  were  out  once  and  for  all .  and  if  you  were  going  then  it  would  be  just  an  hour  to  check  in .  your  dad  told  you  to  NEVER  COME  BACK  and  you're  not  giving  in  first  but    even  just  to  win  one  over  on  the  old  man ,  you  can't  risk  ignoring  dean . )

             " it's  break ,  jerk . "  there's  only  a  doorway  between  you  but  it  feels  like  a  chasm ,  filled  only  with  messages  and  phone  calls ,  the  knowledge  you  haven't  seen  him    spoken  like  this    since  before  leaving  is  all  too  present  in  your  mind .  before  the  argument .  you've  gained  a  couple  more  inches  on  him  and  he's  gained  a  couple  pounds  more  muscle  than  you ,  and  the  missed  years  are  like  a  physical  ache .  going  from  living  on  top  of  each  other  nearly  every  day  to  a  couple  hundred  miles  drive  was  almost  like  losing  a  limb  ;  for  weeks ,  you  kept  asking  questions  to  the  empty  space  to  your  left .  joking  to  a  ghost  that  wasn't  dead .  " you  called ,  I  CAME .  still  want  my  help ,  or  has  dad  finally  answered  your  calls ? "

[bitchchester]

you  don't  think  i'm  a  bad  person?  :) / @narrativessel

                 two  options  sit  in  front  of  you ,  a  forked  path  with  only  seconds  to  decide  ;  be  honest ,  be  kind ,  or  let  anger  poison  your  tongue .  a  good  person  wouldn't  have  crashed  into  his  life  without  warning ,  knowing  the  monsters  would  follow  THE  TRAIL  the  same  way  they  had  always  nipped  at  their  heels .  pulling  him  back  into  the  world  of  hunters  was  selfish    sam  would  know ,  he  was  just  the  same  for  pulling  jess  into  his  life  at  all .  a  chain  of  mistakes  and  cowardice  that  twisted  and  pulled  taut  and  ended  at  her  door  like  a  noose  she  didn't  know  to  avoid .

             but  that  anger  and  those  words  aren't  for  dean ,  even  on  the  worst  nights  when  all  you  can  see  is  fire  and  blackening  lace ,  you  know  that  holds  true .  as  always ,  history  repeating ,  dean  is  simply  the  one  there  while  john  isn't .  you  could  always  rely  on  john  winchester  to  pass  the  buck  to  his  eldest  son ,  be  it  for  christmas  /  birthdays  /  or  TRAGEDIES .

             " no ,  dean ,  i  don't . "  head  bowed ,  eyes  on  the  gravel  below  rather  than  dean  next  to  him ,  leant  on  the  hood  of  the  impala  that  always  represented  shelter .  physically  and  emotionally .  " bit  of  a  jerk ?  yeah ,  but  ...  i  think  you're  exactly  the  kind  of  person  dad  would  want  you  to  be . "

[almostchester]

D . WINCHESTER : ❛  what, you're still alive?  ❜

she lets out a breathy laugh at the question , though theres nothing that amusing about it . from everything she's understood since she's seen sam again , the belief truly was that she was dead , for a while now too . something about that makes her heartache , not just for sam , but for her mother , her father, her sisters , all thinking she was long gone .

@narrativessel

“ looks like it , huh ? ” she whispers , voice still sounding hoarse to her as she clears her through , swallowing hard as her eyes meets with dean , head cocking to the side a little. “ kind of a weird second way to meet , don't you think ? ” she gets out , a sudden need to feel some of the tensity over the situation die down before she pauses for a moment . “ i'm glad to know you had to have been looking after him this whole time . ”