#resurgentiummatrem

[gavrele-a]

❝  OH, GOD. DON’T REMIND ME ABOUT THAT.  ❞  while he understood why Dean, and even Sam and Cas, were giving him the 10th degree, it was still kinda amusing. Gabriel would much rather deal with the knives than the holy oil act, however. knives wouldn’t do much damage beyond his vessel, HOLY OIL, on the other hand. kissing Mary’s shoulder, the Archangel slid an arm around her waist.  ❝  good, because it’s true.  ❞

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[thekingsparty]

@resurgentiummatrem

Crowley had been at Mary’s place for a few times before, but only rarely did he stay longer than until evening. This time around, he’d been invited to stay for the duration of Christmas and of course he’d agreed. There was nothing at home for him, his parents somewhere in Europe and there had been no sign of them coming back to celebrate with him, so he didn’t see why he couldn’t celebrate with the girl he loved and her family. It would be like he’d always dreamt of, he thought and that excited him. 

He’d bought Mary a present quite some time ago, but ever since he’d been invited over, he’d been fretting about gifts for her parents. He wanted them to like him, but what did you get parents? What did parents even like? He really hoped his presents were alright. He didn’t want to mess this up. For now, though, he had them safely tucked away in his backpack, and he rang the bell feeling anxious, nervous. Something like that. 

When the door opened, he glanced up with a little smile on his lips. “Good afternoon Mrs. Campbell and merry Christmas.” Mary’s mother was nice, he really liked her. Mary was probably upstairs, or on her way down. He couldn’t wait to see her. The past few days without her had been torture.  

[starsandmuses]

Music in the air

It was a hot summer evening and the sun was just starting to set behind the stage. Meiel was near the edge of the crowd dancing to the music and listening as everyone sang along as one giant choir. There was a magic in music that was alike nothing else and as far as she was concerned this moment was absolutely perfect and she hoped it could go on forever. Or at least that’s what she thought until she noticed a young woman watching her. She gave a friendly wave and a bright smile to let her know she’d been noticed.

[divinethief]

•Sacrificial Lamb• Mary & Balthazar

(Continued from here)

Mary had been focused on the baby while Balthazar was gone, bouncing him gently and singing to him. She looked up when she hears wings, frowning when she sees Balthazar immediately going to the trash can. She followed him over, resting a hand on his back and gently pulling him close to her, shifting the baby so Balthazar could rest his head on her shoulder. She knew any violence against children always hit him hard.

“I take it he doesn’t have parents then,” she asked gently after a while, stroking his hair. She looked down at the baby cradled against her. “Little John Winchester.”

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He cleanses himself with a thought and slouches into the warmth of this strong, loving woman’s shoulder. She’ll love this child, he knows that as surely as the sun rises, love him as she has loved her own, and he’s so proud, so proud. He scoffs at the name suggested, shakes his head, looks to the child.

“A middle name, perhaps. He ought to be Micah or a Maddox. Gift from god and little fortunate one, respectively,” he notes. “Micah John. Maddox John— doesn’t go well together. Let’s see... Hadrian perhaps, or Alexander?” He brushes a gentle finger over the tiny lad’s rounded cheek. “She created him specifically for sacrifice,” the angel whispers, a confession. “I... I can’t imagine making that choice. He deserves to be loved, to be joyful, to triumph over her horrific plans for him.”

[hisbcnnie-blog]

♚ | @resurgentiummatrem found MOMMY!MOOSE 

       feet firmly planted on the porch, she watched as her young daughters ran around  the front yard - a radiant, joyous grin caressing her features. she never knew true  happiness until the day she had become a mother. was this how mary had felt, she  wondered. arms crossed, she leaned against the banister for several moments, loving each and every second of the girls’ frolicking. turning to look over her shoulder, she saw the blonde who gave her life. her smile broadened, shaking her head in utter disbelief.  never in a million years did sam think she would ever have this. not only did she have  her mother, but she was a mother. how truly astounding that was to her. 

        “ --- hey mama,” she greeted gently, eyes flickering between the girls and mary.          internally, she could not stop questioning whether or not this was all just a really         cruel dream. “...would y’ just look at ‘em?” she questioned, gesturing her head          towards the kids and the yard they ran in. she wished so terribly that dean could         be here to witness this - but alas, there was work to be done. people to save, and         things to hunt. there always would be. no matter what. 

             “ thanks for comin’ to help me with the kids while dean’s on a hunt, by the way!”             she really did appreciate the help. the girls were fairly well behaved but they’re              still a handful to handle on her own. 

[clarissa-p-winchester]

Paint Job | Closed

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Clarissa bit her lip as she stared at the hole in the wall. She asked, leaning a bit towards Mary. "Um...so, I'm thinking a pretty blue to cover that up...maybe navy...it'll match the furniture." She should have known that rough housing with Mary was going to end badly. Mary may have been dead once, but that didn't mean Mary couldn't kick her ass into a wall.

"What about white, like it is now?"

[its-priestly-blog]

New Jobs | Closed

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Priestly sighed as he stared at the flower/bakery in front of him. His apartment’s owner had called him about his rent, telling him that if he didn’t pay it again, he would be evicted. So, he was forced to grab another job. The flower shop before him seemed like an easy one for him. 

Walking in, he asked. “Uh, the owner here? I’m here about the job.”

[azazelsfavorite-blog]

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“Shit!.” Sam said, slowly opening the door. He wasn’t use to looking up at his mom. “Something went wrong.”