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[theinnocenceofangels-blog]

Lost Angel

There were times when Castiel regretted marking Dean and Sam’s ribs. He’d thought it would be beneficial to hide them from the angels. And so far it had been. The only down side was that he was an angel.

He stood on the side of a highway, searching his pockets for the third time in the last few minutes. Normally he would simply call Dean and ask where they were, making it easy to fly to their location. But, he’d lost his phone, it seemed. There wasn’t a payphone in sight, there wasn’t even a building in sight. He was in the middle of nowhere.

A few moments of thought later, he’d come up with an idea. And a few moments after that he was flying some distance away, landing in front of the last hunter the Winchester brothers had worked with, staring at her with his serious blue eyes.

[caffinatedcastiel]

@pipermorganhunts liked for a starter!

Bela sat in the booth across from the hunter, tapping her nails against the tacky surface of the diner table. Her eyes glanced over the other, filled with sly professionalism as she observed Piper. There was a dangerous grace layered within her posture and movements, topped with a smug smile.

“So, I hear you were in the market for a few items. I may be able to help, that is, if you have room to barter.” 

[samswiinchesters-archive]

@pipermorganhunts // starter call

          ‘ I wasn’t expecting anything. I didn’t think             you remembered. ’

[winchesterslittlesisterchar-blog]

At First Glance// Closed RP

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Charlie gave a sigh, rubbing her eyes with a yawn. Grappling with the vampire hadn’t been easy, but she had won, decapitating it and setting its butt on fire. Now, she was more than tired, ready for the crappy motel bed that waited for her as she watched the pyre before her burn. 

The wind through the woods chilled her a bit, pulling her jacket closer as she shivered. She was well enough away from any houses, so she hoped that no one noticed until most of the body had burned away. It was always a pain, having to do this, but it was a necessary evil. She crossed her arms, chewing her lip as she looked towards the sky peeking through the tree canopy. She gave a little smile, waiting a little while longer before she left, the fire having died down to almost nothing.

She trudged back to her car, tucking the wicked blade away and tucking her can of oil into the trunk compartment. She slapped the trunk closed, stretching with a yawn. Well, at least there was one less evil in the world... Right?

[thenotsoinfamousthirdson]

Greeter Starter

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bagxboy

“Excuse me, but do you happen to know when the next buss to Minnesota leaves?”

[samwboyking-blog]

The lone wolf // Closed rp with pipermorganhunts

‘It is going to be a long day’ Sam thought to himself as walked out of the morgue. The victim ,like the previous ones, had a missing heart which only pointed out to a coven of werewolves nearby. Dean is dead so he had to do this himself and with a broken arm this was going to be tough if not impossible. He wished Bobby was still alive, he would have used his support in this time, or at the least his contacts to find another hunters to help him at the least.

He thanked the staff as he stepped out to the lobby while watching a female figure dressed in a suit show the doctor her FBI badge. He cursed under his breath and tried to walk out, however the doctor had already pointed him out to the FBI agent. He could only watch as she walk up to him, he quickly pull on a serious face  “Good morning agent, our department had already taken care of this”.

[captain-ulfr]

Vampire Student AU

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Damion was bored after living for over two centuries and traveling around the world he had seen more then even a large amount of his kind, and had learned several different languages. But after a while he decided that it was time to go back to school.

That had been several months ago about a semester and a half, with all the annoying prerequisite courses out of the way he could focus on those of his dual major, history and language.

The problem with being as old as he was, was that he knew several of the events the history teacher had been talking about and quietly correcting what the man was teaching. Quite enough that he didn’t think anyone had heard him.

Sitting in the school’s cafe he nursed a cup of coffee while looking over some work that he needed to turn in later to the history professor. Looking up at the shadow that stopped right in front of his table blocking his light Damion came face to face with the student who sat on his right in the history class. “Can I help you?” He asks setting the work down on the table.