#raisealittleperdition

[goodsoldierandnothingelse]

"Hey got a present for you."

"--Hilarious. Really. Super original."

[missmargomuse616]

@raisealittleperdition continued from here

"Yeah, and don't worry about it. We all have our rough days so your forgiven." She replied with a smile. She wonders who he was talking about and if he was new to working here or just looking gor someone in general. She had worked here for a year new and thought she knew almost everyone in the building. "I'm margo elliot, sorry I didn't catch your name?"

[burnyourhumanity]

[ @raisealittleperdition​ ] “Yeah, you’re right. Let me be thrilled you want to talk to me again like we magically got our shit together.”

        “ I could just not talk to you at all. “

[fallenslament]

[@raisealittleperdition​]

“That’s not something I get to hear much anymore. What’s up?”

      “--I’m not accustomed to asking.”  The understatement        that tends to cut through their brotherhood like the sharpest        of blades, but something strange has happened.  Something        that hadn’t taken place in so long he almost missed it.        “I heard a prayer.”

[misskassiepierce]

"If you look like this, I’d hate to see the other guy."

   Dean was deflecting; they both knew it. Kassie was in bad shape after a little run in with a pair of werewolves, and Dean was trying his best to distract her of that fact. Only instead of a smile came a grimace as she cried out in pain, feeling her body doubling over instead of walking forward like she had intended. Right then she preferred to be the other guy.

[resurgentiummatrem]

Comfort

@raisealittleperdition

As soon as things had settled down a bit, Cas had been brought up to speed, and the last of the dishes had been cleared and put away, Mary went to her bedroom. She spent several minutes just standing in the doorway, staring at her room. Three hours ago, she and John had been sitting on the bed, going through the photos Mary had taken since coming back, sharing memories and laughing and being happy.

And now it was empty again, just like it always had been and always would be. She choked back a sob, biting her lip hard to hold it all in. She thought it had been bad the first time, when she’d come back and Dean had told her John was dead. But this....this was so much worse. This was worse than even the very first time she had lost John, that night on the hill with Azazel taunting her from her father’s lips.

She finally made it to the bed and sat down heavily, burying her face in her hands, hiding her tears as though that would make them stop. She didn’t want to break down. She wanted to keep it together. Sam and Dean would need her. They had just lost their father again. They would need her to hold it together for them. That was what mothers were for, after all. But she couldn’t. Not this time. The wound was too big, too deep, for her to be able to patch it with maternal instincts.

Instead, Mary let herself cry. Let herself feel the loss of her husband and the hole it had torn into her heart. Not much. Certainly not as much as her body wanted to. She forced herself to keep it as silent as possible. Gentle, quiet tears punctuated by soft gasps of air instead of the full, breathless, deep sobs that threatened to escape.

[greeneyedblondi]

@raisealittleperdition I know I missed your birthday baby...Vampires don't kill themselves though. Maybe I can make it up to you....I'm headed home.

[misskassiepierce]

I Need Somebody, Help || Dean and Kassie

For once, in all her life, Kassie was actually happy. Truly happy. She didn’t know how it happened or how it was possible, but there she was. Excited for each new day, ready to live and experience every moment. Everything she had ever wanted had become reality and it was perfect.

Married to one of her best friends, Kassie spent every night in his arms, and every day held new adventures with him. They were even expecting a little one, much to her surprise, and while initially she was hit with a wave of anxiety, after seeing his face light up with the most intense joy, she couldn’t help but warm up to the idea, too. Besides, if it was a mini him, why wouldn’t she want that?

Kassie was sitting down with her husband at a café in Paris, eating their lunch whilst enjoying the sunshine and slight breeze out on the patio, when she saw something that didn’t quite fit in with their surroundings. It was a man, staring at her, and while that wasn’t so strange, a weird, unsettling feeling came over her as she took him in. He had extensive tattoos running up his muscular arms, ending just at his neck, and dark, slick hair, and eyes that... Kassie let out a small gasp.

“Kass,” George said, concern blooming across his face as he reached across the table to take her hand. “Hey. You okay?”    Kassie blinked, looking back at him, nodding. “Yeah, I’m fine,” she assured but glanced back to where she saw the man, whose eyes’ she just saw light up blue. He was gone, however, by the time she did, and that strange feeling had left her, only to be replaced by confusion.

“Hey.” Kassie focused back on George, now reading how worried he was. “You sure you’re okay? Is the baby...?”    Kassie shook her head, forcing a small smile in attempt to reassure him. “I’m-- We’re okay. I just thought I saw something.”    His eyes darted to where hers had been before suggesting they go home. “Some bath time sound good?” he asked, getting up from the table and then offering his hand to help up Kassie in turn.    “Are you saying I smell, Weasley?” Kassie asked, after a slight scoff and swatting his hand away, getting up just fine on her own.    “If the smelly shoe fits, Mrs. Weasley.” George started laughing as Kassie pushed him away.    She shook her head, though she was fighting a smirk. “Don’t know why I married you.”    “For my good looks, obviously.”    “You responded to that way too quickly.”    “I don’t hear you denying it.”    “Oh, bloody-- You’re impossible.”    “And you love it.”

She really did.