#soullessbobbysinger

[righteousmandownunder-a]

@soullessbobbysinger “You let me think you were dead” (post seven Bobby is back if you don’t mind multiple threads)

"I know, Bobby, and...I'm sorry. You have every reason to yell at me. Hell, I won't be made if you threw a few punches," Dean shook his head with a frown and let his hands fall to his side, his hands slapping his denim jeans.

"I can't really explain why I had to do what I did, but you just have to trust that I did it for good reason, alright? I need you to do that for me."

[candystealingdemon]

"Robert."

Crowley looked up from his phone, eyes set on the spot before him. "Come here.." He spoke in a deeper tone and of an ancient language, as he snapped his fingers.

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[believetherealm]

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Vision still blurry, she tried to focus on the source of the voice., trying to push away the pain.“Th-thanks,” she mumbled through gritted teeth. She felt like such an idiot, thinking she was able to take them on herself. “I can manage.” She knew they needed to get out of here as soon as possible, no telling if they were looking for her or just leaving her be in the hopes that she hadn’t survived.

[deanwhunts]

Don’t leave....

“Bobby,” Dean huffed. “You know I don’t have much of a choice there.”

[thenavajovalleyhandler]

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Alex frowned as she walked up the steps to the mansion. Owen had been asked to go and fetch Blue, and she knew exactly why. But here she was, on the arm of someone she hated, walking in to see what had happened. She would find a way to get Owen and Claire... And have her father actually do something good for once in his life as she saw it.

She made her way around the manor, looking at all the things she could, enjoying the library in particular. She was told she'd see Mr. Lockwood, and she wanted to know more about it all. Finally... She could talk to one of the people who founded Jurassic park!

But then a little girl caught her eye. She crouched down and smiled, even though the scars on her body may have been a bit frightening. "Don't be afraid. I'm not here to hurt you," she coaxed, holding out her hand. "I'm Alexandra."

"Maisie," she said quietly, looking at the woman. "Do you... Know my grandpa?"

"I worked at the park before it closed. My husband trained velociraptors," she said, grinning. The girl came out and she tilted her head, noticing something. She'd seen pictures of her father with a girl like this... Decades ago. How was this possible?

She turned around to find someone else in the room with them and she was a bit startled. "O-Oh," she stammered, getting to her feet and standing in front of Maisie. "C-Can I help you, sir?"

[buggeredson]

@soullessbobbysinger || sorry this took so long!

Late afternoon sunlight dribbled into the otherwise dark, gloomy office, all dark walnut furniture and black leather upholstery, imposingly tall bookshelves uniform and neat lining the walls. Crowley fixed himself a drink before settling down in front of his desk, leaning back against the polished surface before reaching into his pocket and pulling out an old handwritten journal.

Crowley clucked his tongue and took another sip: careless Winchesters, losing something as valuable as this in their hurry to do the most good in the least amount of time. It might pay for them to be a bit more thorough in the future--or it might pay Crowley better for them to continue on with their self-destructive ways. It was hard to say in that exact moment, removed as he was from their various goings-on. Crowley dropped the book onto the ground and kicked it lightly with the sole of one good, Italian leather shoe: it skidded into the center of the circle, marring lines that Crowley promptly snapped back into perfection. Preparedness was so often key.

Raising his chin and feeling rather proudly smug now, Crowley set aside his scotch and slipped into the incantation, Latin rolling off his tongue and shattering against the barrier drawn in the wood, old words colliding with older meanings to produce--faintly at first, but steadily gaining in mass--the outline of a familiar, nigh-on beloved figure of Crowley’s recent past.

“Robert! Death’s done you well, I see. Have you lost weight darling?”

[thepiratehero-a]

@soullessbobbysinger wanted A Marvel starter.

Killian had been working with S.H.I.E.L.D. for only a short time. At least even since they had found him and helped him try to adjust not only to the many years that had passed, but also the newfound powers he had developed.

The man he was chasing had apparently tried to break into their plane and clearly didn’t expect to be caught. And when he came access the bearded man in his pursuit the fugitive grabbed him holding a knife up as if to hurt the man. “Don’t come any closer,” he yelled.

Killian stopped bringing his hand up, unfortunately for the man, he had became quite sweaty when running which served as an advantage to Killian. He let his hand start to close slowly his focus on the mans hand holding the knife, heating up the mans sweat until it burned him and he dropped the knife and backed away. “I wouldn’t try to move if I were you,” Killian then stated, ready to approach if needed.

[ofviolentdeath]

@soullessbobbysinger​ got 20-Delia

“Was there somethin’ you wanted or are you just gonna be wastin’ my time?”