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[themonstersamongus]

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Dean's blood was boiling as he paced, the air around him getting heavy. Why was he so pissed off? Oh, just the fact that Sam went off the rails and seemingly dropped off the face of the earth after the two of them had a heated argument. So, not only was Dean worried, but he was also pissed off.

Dean's hands flexed when Bobby mentioned putting his fist through a junker truck outside, which was all too inviting to him. The hunter needed to let off steam before the air closed off around his lungs entirely.

"—the kid's an idiot, Bobby," Dean suddenly snapped, white knuckled grip on the back of an old wooden chair. "Who the hell goes awol after an argument? I'll tell you who: Sam. Can't take a hit, can't even take the fucking truth!" At this point, Dean's heart was racing and he could hear his blood pumping in his ears.

[inn0cencestrained]

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It took every molecule of strength she had in her not to let her lip quiver as the emotion of pure rage raw and real of loss began bubbling inside her. Always there, of course, but sometimes it would boil like this and there were moments the huntress felt she would never survive it.

"I...I know," Gwen manages to whisper out, arms crossing over her chest as she slowly perches on the arm of his sofa. "....I imagine Rufus told you more than just the gist of things. He's never been good at keeping quiet."

A slow breath is taken, arms now squeezing around herself as she passes a glance to the the hunter. "....I just....I just shouldn't be here, is all. My family would still be together if my dad never made that deal and I......I just really miss my dad....and I feel so so guilty."

[themonstersamongus]

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Daniel listened to the older hunter speak. Bobby was like a grandfather to him, better than John Winchester ever could be. It was probably why Dean gave him the middle name Bobby. Both Daniel and his father looked up to Bobby and for good reason.

Silent for a long moment, Daniel finally spoke. "You just seem like the type to never let anything get under y'er skin," he murmured, having that slight twang to his speak like Dean did. Perks of living in Kansas, right. "How do you do it? How do you not show that you're actually scared? Dad always tells me that I'd be an easy pick off for a monster."

[compatiissante]

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well... he wasn't wrong about that, she knew that much. and 'causing trouble' was the last thing she ever wanted to do for any of the little group of found family that had come together with regards to sam and dean.

the look he gives her makes her shrink down, as if she were already disappointed in herself. more of a 'dad' voice than she'd ever received elsewhere.

"i, um . . . i was trying to help get rid of the ghosts in a building... and now the ghosts are kind of sticking to the other guy instead... not trying to hurt him! just-- circling him. like crows. but he's fine! he's probably fine!"

[wantdead]

starter call . / " my father already assigned me this mission. i don't see a reason why I shouldn't follow through with it ... " to him, choosing to disobey was out of the question, but he was curious enough to entertain the idea. " — unless there's something at stake that I might be missing? " / @oldfashionedxdrunk

[themonstersamongus]

@oldfashionedxdrunk

Miya shifted where she stood, arms crossed so tightly over her chest they were starting to ache. Her fingers gripped her sleeves like they were the only thing keeping her tethered to the moment. Bobby’s words—blunt, no-nonsense, and frustratingly steady—bounced around in her head, tearing at the seams of the doubt she’d been trying so hard to stitch closed.

Her lips parted, closed again. A breath hitched. “I don’t know what I saw,” she muttered, barely more than a whisper. “It was fast. Flickered like static—like it didn’t belong here. Like it was trying to glitch out of reality or something. But it . . . it looked at me.” Her voice cracked on the last word. “Not through me. At me.”

She finally dared to meet Bobby’s eyes, something raw and haunted flickering in her own. “I didn’t feel scared. Not like normal. It was like my whole body remembered being near that thing. Like I’d felt it before—but I haven’t. I know I haven’t.” A pause. She swallowed hard. “I know what I saw. I just . . . I didn’t want it to be real. Not this time.”

Her shoulders sagged a little, like the confession had cost her something. Then, quieter—vulnerable in a way she rarely allowed—she added, “Thanks . . . for not thinking I’m crazy.”

[themonstersamongus]

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While he didn't disagree, he also couldn't say he thought that was the best path to be taken at that point in time. "Sure it does," he agreed with a short nod. "Don't mean y'ought to go out searchin' for 'em. Bound to get yourself killed, and then I have to salt and burn your ass."

"—Bobby, I may be stupid, but I ain't that stupid," Dean mumbled, giving the old hunter his classic bitchface. "I know that I'm cursed for life from Yellow-Eyes, but I don't go out searching for demon blood. Yeah, the temptation is always there when I'm face-to-face with one, but I've gone this long without getting a drop. I'm good."

Dean was far from being good. In fact, the longer he denies the demon blood, the more the craving grows. He wouldn't let anyone knkw that, though. To any other hubter, he was just plain ol' Dean Winchester, prodigy son of John Winchester. Bobby, though? He was sure the old fart knew of his internal struggle he was having with himself.

[malumxsubest]

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" now bobby, " she started off with a condescending coo before a wolfish grin carved on her puce painted lips. amelia strolled forward until the barrel of the gun was a hair away from her. keen viridian hues levelled on the older hunter before her while she canted her head to one side. " is that a way to treat an old friend and a lady? don't you have any decorum left, darling ? "