#selfdestined

[faithended-moved]

#gah i miss kripke era // biG FUCKING MOOD

RIGHT?!?!?!?!

i mean come on!!!

i need more of these boys!!!

#thegoodolddays

[failedhero-archive]

“You wearing my shirt?”

[miightyfallen-archive]

“Don’t you think we should put this behind us, hm? After all, we’ve been through so much together.” Lucifer is testing the waters, there are many universes in which Sam said yes and is himself which- would be difficult to handle. 

[endxwithme-a]

selfdestined replied to your post: this shit is why i died

dad don’t judge us

i should’ve stayed in hell

[skinvvalkcr]

“And you think this justifies the killing of innocent people?”

Mummy Meme || Accepting!

“ Kinda, yeah...” An awkward silence follows.” Wait, were you expecting a no?”

[hereticbound-a]

“Forgive you? How could I ever forgive the things you’ve done?”

FUCK ME UP FAM || accepting

Make up shattering like porcelain is nothing to the breaking of her heart. —

    Woman who prides herself on composure, on never being caught unawares - too old now to fall victim to scheming emotions and their attempts to undo her - now torn apart once again at the words of a mere men. And they are that, mere, less than, smaller than her in someway. For all men are subject to their cruelty, their natures will always try and demean those around them, especially women. At least Rowena had made that choice, long ago, to wield the sharp edges of her personality as a weapon in a mans world. 

     Foolish enough to lay down those weapons then for Samuel, as weak as the rest of his sex. Had lain bare her graceless heart at his bidding, only for him to use the knives that comprised it against her. 

     Crimson veil conceals a repair she had perfected over centuries. Neck bowed, and eyes steadfastly open that she will wage war against her own tears, and not allow them to weaken her. Breaths lose their shudder, become steadfast, and though only air could be as insurmountable as a fortress. — “And you indulge yourself such noble ideals, belief that you are better than normal men.”

     Haughty scoff carries with it all the elevation and superiority she is due, and strength of gaze returned to the hunter gives no indication of subordination. Physicality is the least of it, and in everything else, she will always far surpass him. — “I don’t need your forgiveness, Samuel, I had merely hoped you a better man than most.” Smile curves lips that suddenly seem painted with blood, echoes of both life and death in her mere whim. — “I see now that was a mistake on my behalf, but even still I think I claim the victory here, hmm?” Rhetorical question bears the weight of a stone around his ankle, and the expression on her face will bind him to it. Words to cast him over the edge. — “Because if I come to you with open repentance, and a proffered heart, and you meet it with staunch judgement, and no openness to forgiveness: who then, is the monster? I wonder if you and your brother will condemn yourselves to the fate you bestow upon others.”

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selfdestined replied to your post: whO YA GONNA CALL?

nope, just singing tbh

you are the most ridiculous 

[hereticbound-a]

he's sipping on his coffee when she enters the kitchen in the morning. ' is sam still asleep? ' she would know ...

For all her airs she has the grace to look mollified. ---

     Silk pyjama pants rustle as she hesitates, before contritely stepping toward the pot for her own soothing beverage. Samuel’s plaid still comically large on petite form, though now less scandalous with her legs covered. --- “Aye, I thought it best to allow him some extra sleep.” Gaze creeps toward the other hunter; there is no shame or guilt in her actions, only caution of his famous protective streak. --- “I hope you trust me enough to know that I’ve not bewitched him or anything nefarious. I promise you I’m just as surprised as any of us that he would be interested in a woman like me.”