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365 days of supernatural ⛤ 15/365

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Supernatural Creations Challenge | @gordonwalkr ↳ Prompt: Azazel + family

What? You’re the only one that can have a family? You destroyed my children. How would you feel if I killed your family?

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happy birthday @robenedict!

Tom and Gavin have been friends for years, and there’s always been something bubbling under the surface, but they’ve both ignored it. But that all changes one night after they go out drinking for a friend’s birthday party. It’s a night they’ll never forget, sure, but afterwards neither of them know how the other one feels, and they end up avoiding one another. Meanwhile their friend Tracy gets to listen to both of them brood, and rolls her eyes a lot.

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SUPERNATURAL GRAPHICS CHALLENGE | Name Meanings ↳ DAY 3: Demon

From Hebrew תּוֹם, meaning “the end”

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spn rare pair bingo: square filled: world’s greatest (meg 2.0/tracy davis ft. tom & ephraim)

Hearing it was like a slap to the face. Watching Tracy get handed those cards was worse, it was gut-wrenching. Listening to her brother tell her what to expect over the coming months and how the both of them need to prepare themselves? That was something she just couldn't handle. As much as she loved Tracy, she couldn't sit in that small office anymore and pretend she was okay with this, that this was going to all work out and be fine - because it wasn't. Meg knew that Tracy was going to die, and that she would be left alone and she didn't know how she was supposed to handle that. The treatments were rough. It didn't matter how often Tom or Tracy told Meg she was doing good, or that she was fine, or that she was holding up good, Meg knew her lover well. She knew that Tracy was suffering, and she wished to God that there was something more she could do - but there were no answers. Even sitting and praying in a fucking church didn't help and that was her last resort. The cancer just kept eating at Tracy's body, taking away her smile, her essence, her every living fibre. Everything about Tracy that made Tracy who she was? It had been taken over by a disgusting demon know as "C", and there was nothing Meg could do to protect her from it's sharp claws. "You should go to the support group, Meg." "Tracy, you know I don't do support groups." "Please, just go. For me." It's almost been a year since she started going to those support groups, and about nine months since Tracy died. She wishes she could have done more, the one thing everyone in her support group says. They always wish they could have done more, they wish they could have been the one to find the cure. She wonders, though, how many of them called their brother the world's greatest failure for not being able to save one's lover. Meg doesn't know if she can ever forgive herself for some of the things she has said to Tom - but Ephraim, someone she has befriended, seems to think that if she gives him a chance, along with herself a chance, there might be some hope there. All she has to do is try. She really doesn't think she'd be alive and standing on two feet if it wasn't for Ephraim.

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spn rare pair bingo: square filled: free choice

Tom had been trying for months to make things work between him and Jessica, but between him losing his job and Jessica's low wages as a waitress with no tips? They just seemed to always be fighting instead. The fights were always the same, always about the same things, always insulting things the other loved. Tom couldn't handle it anymore and Jessica knew she needed a break. "Go to hell," she said one day. Tom, without even missing a beat, replied, "I'm already there." That was the night Jessica pack up her belongings and left him and their one bedroom apartment - despite him having no income. Tom would eventually lose the apartment.

Chuck sees Anna in his store all the time. She always seems to want to buy the same thing, but she never does. He's not quite sure what that's all about - but one day he works up the courage to ask her about it. Except she completely ignores him. The next day, he tries again, "You could at least acknowledge the fact I'm talking to you inside my own store!" Her head turns, noticing him and her eyes light up and she smiles, but she doesn't say anything. In fact, she gestures to her eyes, before signing that she's deaf. Chuck thanks whoever it is that lives up in the sky and signs back that he understands and that he's sorry for yelling, even if she didn't hear it.

"I'm sorry, okay?" but it wasn't enough for Ephraim to believe Emma. All he had left in him was his own to feet and the ability to walk away from his now ex-girlfriend who had cheated on him. He went to visit a professor of his, Chuck Shurley. It was always easier to talk to him. He made everything seem a bit brighter. They sat down together and talked about his life, confessing to him that he was taking the cheating girlfriend thing more personally than he should be when he knows she had been unhappy to begin with, so how could he blame her? Chuck wishes he had some answers for her - but all he's got for Ephraim is a pathetic story about how he yelled at a poor deaf woman for not listening to him without realizing she was deaf. It's been a year since the mugging and Claire still struggles with going outside, but when she's invited to a small party, she figures it can be her stepping stone to getting out again - and also a reason to get drunk and forget the look on Samandriel's face right before he was shot as he denied knowing who she was. The gun shot still rang through her ears, making her body shudder from shoulders right down to her feet. It took her forever to figure out what to wear, so she settled on some ratty jeans and a t-shirt that had belonged to him. When she got to the party, there were more people there than she was expecting and before she could leave, someone was walking over towards her, "Don't leave yet." She stopped in her tracks, looking at the girl, "I'm Krissy." She held out her hand and Claire just looked at it, which caused Krissy to retract her hand awkwardly, "You should stay. Just for a little while." After losing the apartment, Tom had to move in with sister, Meg - who liked to pick on him for the most stupidest reasons. The biggest being that he was living with her, "Stop laughing. It's not funny." She grinned, "It's a little funny." He just sighed. He mostly just wished his sister didn't live next to rowdy neighbours who listened to music so fucking loudly. He went into his bedroom and face planted the bed. He wondered how Jessica was doing, he wondered what she was doing, who she was doing, if she was doing anyone. His thoughts became obsessive and it was mind numbing. He wanted it to just stop and for all of it to just go away. "I think it's time to go home, Tracy." Her eyes met with Gavin's and she sighed. He was always ruining her fun. All she was doing was simply asking the mugging survivor girl about the guys who shot her boyfriend. That wasn't that bad, right? It could be worse, right? "You're always ruining my fun," she said with a pout. He shook his head, "You ruin your own fun by being an ass." More so by being a bitch, but he wasn't about to get his ass kicked for saying that to her. He knows how that story ends. He isn't stupid. 

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AU: Gavin and Tracy had it all figured out. Their lives were going to be perfect together. They had become completely inseparable. Their friends found them to be that stereotypical disgusting couple that somehow managed to be cute at the same time. They were the best of friends, soul mates even. But something happened somewhere down the road, and Gavin still to this day doesn't know what it was. Tracy changed when she met Dean, the guy who lived a couple floors below them in their apartment building. He was a dealer of sorts and she got mixed up with him. When a deal went south while she was there, she got caught up in the crossfire and was killed, leaving Gavin to deal with the empty pieces of his life afterwards. He never thought he'd recover from what happened, even after he moved out of the building and into a rental house with a couple adopted dogs from the local shelter; a corgi and a german shepherd (Jester and Kingsley). With the help of his friend Ruby, he started getting out more, started opening up more to the possibilities of seeing other people - not that he was anywhere near ready for that. He had known Tracy since he was an infant. She had been his soul mate. There was no one out there that could replace that empty piece of himself inside his chest. He knew that - if only Ruby could accept that.

Gavin’s at a friend’s party that he was dragged to against his will when he notices someone off to the side, someone in a corner talking to nobody. He goes over to him, giving the guy the "Charm Your Pants Off" smile. "Hey, I'm Gavin," extending his hand to the guy, he was greeted with just an awkward handshake and nothing in return - until sign language started happening. Gavin's eyes went a little wide. He was suddenly grateful for the sign language classes he was forced to take when he was younger by his parents. "This isn't my business, but are you deaf, or...?" his sentence trailed off, wondering if he even should have asked, but then the guy who had introduced himself as Tom tells him he's a mute, "You're a mute. That's fine. I haven't shut up since I was five." It earned a laugh from Tom.

After the party, they grew closer, spending time together whenever their busy lives allowed it; ugh, work. Gavin was confused because he could feel the feelings happening, and it was such a strange thing for him because he didn't think it was possible to have feelings again after what happened with Tracy - which he hadn't told Tom about. Tom knew that Gavin was keeping something from him, and he'd heard the rumours that other people spoke about in the shadows, but he had already decided he was waiting until Gavin was ready to talk to him - whenever that may be. Gavin, on the other hand, was thinking about something else when he saw Tom again, taking a step closer to him, his eyes trying to not stare down at his lips, "What if I kissed you?" There was just silence, "Right here. Right now." The only thing Ruby ever worried about was Gavin. He was her best friend, almost like a brother to her. No, scratch that. He was definitely family to her, seeing as the people she thought were her family had abandoned her. Gavin was her safety net. After watching his life fall apart when Tracy died, she became worried when Tom came along. She knew he was a mute, but she was happy they were getting along - but she was still worried. Which is why when she got Tom alone, she finally put her foot down, "Please. Don't hurt him." Hearing Ruby say those words to him, thinking he would hurt Gavin? Tom felt a little hurt, even though he knew she was just looking out for her friend. Almost a year into whatever it was Tom and Gavin were doing and Gavin found himself feeling....something strong than he ever thought he'd feel again. He showed up at Ruby's, a little drunk - okay, completely smashed, which concerned her. She let him inside, showing him to the couch, but he didn't sit, so she did, waiting to see what he had to say. There was a lot of silence, some mumbling, then more silence, and then Gavin angrily, but also in a surprised tone, said, "I think... I think I'm in love with Tom..." her eyes went wide, staring at Gavin. That...was definitely not something she was expecting, "Are you sure?" he gave her a look that was basically him calling her stupid - which she did not appreciate, but she only let it go because of how drunk he was, "Of course I'm sort one hundred percent sure about being fifty percent sure." Ruby didn't want to do it, but, "Does he know about Tracy?" "No." “Are you going to tell him?” “.....” It's a quiet night. Both Tom and Gavin are sitting on Tom's couch in his apartment, watching some classic horror movie, making fun of it as it goes along. Tom loves it, Gavin loves it. It's the perfect element of cheesy and it goes right along with their buttered popcorn. Unsure of what makes him do it, Gavin turns to Tom, watching him, watching him laugh and toss popcorn in his mouth. He looks so content and all Gavin wants to do is be part of all of that. He takes in a shaky breath, "I want to tell you something." Tom immediately stops paying attention to the movie and looks at Gavin intently. It takes a few tries to get it out right, but eventually he tells Tom about hat happened with Tracy, and about her death. Tom reaches over, placing a hand over top of Gavin's very gently, his touch soft. The moment is quiet, before Gavin hears a quiet, "I'm sorry." 

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spn rare pair bingo: square filled: “you’re home now” (tom/hael & meg 2.0)

Only a few years apart in age, Tom and Hael had been friends since the beginning. He hadn't always been a fan of her, but she grew on him overtime. He would eventually fall in love with her - not that he'd pursue it. Tom's family was a military family. The only thing that was different were the twins, that happened to share the same name; Margaret and Meg. He never questioned it. When he was eighteen, Tom was already finding himself on his first tour, despite Hael begging, pleading for him to not go. He wasn't going to go against his father, or Margaret. He would follow in their footsteps. Hael grew up wanting to discover the world. She found everything fascinating - though her favourite landmark had to be any and all icebergs. Okay, so maybe they aren't landmarks, that doesn't lessen her love for them. Tom may have been older, but she knew from the start that she wanted to marry that snobbishly handsome grump of a person. She always took him out into the woods and they would lay there together, underneath the trees in the shade and just talk. Him leaving for war destroyed her. She had lost the other half of her being, and she'd never told him so.

Coming back isn't easy. Tom wants nothing but isolation, but he forces himself out, forces himself to talk to a therapist about his experience overseas. At first he won't see Hael, not until he's certain he's calmed down - then he does see her and the world falls silent. His stomach turns in a way that seems right and the images he would see while trying to fall asleep seem to disappear. She smiles at him and his smile seems to come right back. "So, did you shoot yourself in the foot?" It's like he never left at all. He may not be visibly wounded, but Hael can see Tom's scars. The ones he forces himself to hide from the world. She wishes she could make it better for him, but he still smiles around her, so she at least has that to hold onto. A couple years down the road, they're sharing a beer after Tom's been told he's going to ship out for the third time. Tom doesn't want to leave Hael, and Hael doesn't want Tom to leave her - but neither of them are saying anything. The music seems to be the only thing audible as they look at each other. Then he gets up and leaves. He's lost track of the number of times he's been shipped out, the number of times he's killed a person, the number of times he's felt his grip lose hold of Hael's fingertips. Tom can't take much more of it, and it's almost like someone out there is listening in, looking out for him, because that's when he gets shot, right through his abdomen. It's severe enough that he's sent home on permanent leave, the bullet having down damage to his back. When his father asks about his work, about continuing working for the army inland, Tom dodges the subject. He doesn't know what he wants. Meg talks to Tom, or rather, she used to talk to Tom. Back when he wasn't so torn apart by the last few years. Back when their father wasn't living inside his head. She's glad he has Hael, but she's worried. She's worried about the attachment he has to her. She's grown up watching the two of them and their unspoken love. While she finds it disgusting and worthy of a Nicholas Sparks title, she keeps those thoughts to herself. She knows better than to meddle in Tom's love affairs. The guy's only had one relationship anyway and it didn't really last long. She's not even really sure if he would want to stick it and do the whole nine yards when it came to the white picket fence ordeal.  It's obvious what Tom wants, but Hael won't tell him. He has to come to that conclusion himself, otherwise he could come to regret the decisions he makes. It's almost like everything they're doing is moving at lightning speed. He's drinking more now that he's stuck working part-time at a book shop and helping out at the base outside of town. She sticks by him as much as she can, convincing him to do light hearted activities - like karaoke. Gosh, karaoke is her favourite because boy, can that snobbishly handsome grump of a man sing. Tom doesn't know what makes him do it, but it's one of the many nights of karaoke and he pulls Hael out back. "Tom, what are we do--" she was mid-word, mid-laugh, and now she's mid-kiss. Tom's lips are pressed against her own as he pushes her up against the wall of the bar. She wants to kiss him back, but she can feel the regret stirring in her stomach. Her hands tighten into small, but tight, fists, grabbing at his shirt. She shoves him back suddenly, the both of them breathless. "Isn't this what you want?" Hael looks almost offended when he says it, snapping right back at him, "Not like this, no!"Tom heaves a sigh, "Then tell me what it is that you do want so I can get on with it." "Tom, you've been drinking. Just let me take you home." "Why, so you can tuck me into bed?" His hands find their way back to her hips. She grabs his wrists, "No, because you're drunk and you don't know what you're doing." "I want this, Hael. I've wanted you for years," he almost kisses her again, "Don't you feel the same?" When Hael leaves Tom that night, they don't talk for a while, neither of them knowing what to say to each other - at least, Hael isn't sure what she wants to hear Tom say to her. She has an opportunity to get away though, an opportunity to get out of town and do some light travelling. It's something she's wanted to always do, something she's dreamt of. The one person she'd like to tell, of course, is the one person she can't talk to right now. She feels the spinning deep inside her and it hurts. It's a deafening pain and she hates it. She hates herself. She'd be gone for almost two years and she can't just leave without saying goodbye. Can she? Meg is sick of the silence between them and decides to try and talk to Tom about it, but all it does is end in a fight. The problem is that she knows Hael is going to leave. The fact that she'd even leave without saying goodbye to him is painful enough. If Tom won't talk to her, then she'll talk to Hael herself - which is exactly what she does. She shows up on Hael's doorstep, giving her the short version of her two cents on the situation. "If you both love each other the way I know you do, then you won't let whatever it is fall between you. Take him with you, Hael. You have to tell him it's an option or he'll think it isn't one." Hael leaves.  Tom falls into a world he thought he'd never find himself in, a world of darkness and sin. He might not be religious, but if he were, he knows exactly where he'd be going. Working as a type of cleaner for a man who ran an illegal business was simple. He just disposed of the bodies, took out the trash. The very idea of thinking that it was a simple task was enough for him to know he was going to hell. He wasn't a good person, Hael proved that when she left without saying goodbye. He had messed up so bad that night, but that wasn't something he thought about anymore. No, now he thinks about paying rent on time and managing his boss' wishes. The adventures over the next two years for Hael were phenomenal. She couldn't find the proper words to describe them, but she found a way for the magazine she worked for. She got to meet so many people and learn about so many cultures. There was something missing from her trip, but she never let it bring her down. Not until she was visiting Libya and found herself somehow in the midst of an attack in relation to the Libyan civil war. It was the only moment that truly made her think of Tom, and made her see with her own two eyes what he went through, watching the soldiers make decisions they shouldn't have to make.  Tom knows when Hael comes back, and he knows about the Libyan crisis before someone even mutters it to him at the bar. He won't go and see her,  he's too stubborn for something like that. He focuses on the book store, and on his work for Mr. Styne. Meg watches as her brother falls into some deep pit of despair and finds it aggravating. She corners him one day, telling him that he's letting everything slip away again. That she'll most likely move to the big city and then he'll really be stuck here. Under Styne's ruling and his father's ruling. That he'll never get away and she knows he wants away. He pretends that everything coming from her mouth is nonsense, but he knows that Meg is right. Hael prayed every night to God that Tom would come to her, but he never did. So, finally, she worked up the courage and she came to him. She showed up at the book store, knowing he was working there now, the bell ringing as she walked on inside. Tom's eyes left the book he was holding, looking up and seeing her walking toward him. That silence he once heard in the past washed over him and he felt at peace, seeing her now-short hair flowing in soft curls. The both of them opened their mouths to speak, then chuckled. "You first," they both spoke in sync. There was another moment of silence, before Hael smiled only half heartedly, "You’re home now" Meg couldn't have been happier to see the two of them falling back into their sync, their usual routine. She was getting him back out there and back to enjoying the world. There was a new light about him that was also old - but it was a good light. When the knock comes to the door, she assumes it's her idiot brother - or even ever-so-absent sister - knocking because they locked themselves out, or forgot their keys... but when she opens the doors and sees one of the Styne siblings standing there with a couple other men standing behind him, she furrows her brow. She doesn't know about Tom, about what he's been doing, so she's confused as to why they're looking for him. "You just missed him. Should I tell you stopped by?" "He'll hear from us soon enough." Tom and Hael are sitting lying together in the back of his truck, the stars above them. It's their typical night, something relaxing, and they finally share a proper first kiss - but when Hael kisses him, he gently nudges her back, "I don't want to hurt you." She looks almost amused, her thumb brushing along his jawline, tracing a line to his ear. She knows Tom would never hurt her, so she just kisses him to shut him up. That is, she kisses him until the headlights beam on them and the bright lights cause them both to sit up and see who has joined them for the evening.  He's quick to hop off the truck, telling Hael to stay back. He knows who it is that's showing up. Two other men, plus the driver, get out of the vehicle as Tom walks over. Hael tries to focus in on what's going on, but she can't figure it out, not until she sees the bat appear out of nowhere and connect with Tom's side. When she gets up and runs over to try and help him, one of the men who had been sitting in the back of the car grabs her, holding her back. She's screaming his name as she watches him get his back beaten in, taking in each sharp breath. He can't break, he can't let her see him break. Not to these people. Eldon's looking at Tom, chuckling as he swings the bat around, "It's her, isn't it?" he gestures to Hael with the bat and that riles Tom up, causing him to try and get to his feet. Eldon stops him, shoving him over with his foot, "Please, don't flatter yourself." He steps over to Hael, grabbing her jaw tight, looking into her eyes. "It's nice to finally meet you," she just simply spits in his face. He withdraws his hand, wiping his face off, before backhanding her hard across the face. Her head snaps to the side, but she chuckles, looking back at him. He frowns, "You little bitch, if it weren't for him, I'd kill you right here and now. In fact?" and that's when he pulled the knife out from his back pocket and stuck it in her neck. Tom scrambles over to Hael as she's let go, falling to the ground. He puts his hand on her neck, not even focusing on Eldon leaving his band of merry men, putting his hands to her neck to apply pressure to the wound. There's just so much blood, "Hael, hold on, okay? Just stay with me." He keeps one hand there, pulling out his phone to call for help, but because of the blood on his fingers, his phone isn't registering him touching the screen. He cries out, tossing it across the field they're in, and looks back down at Hael, who is just smiling at him. This is his fault. This is all his fault. He got her killed. "I'm so sorry," he couldn't help himself from saying it, watching as he lost her.And that was it. Hael was gone again.