#themisfortunateson

[midnightxhuntress]

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"He was unconscious when I found him.”

[influenceir]

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       SHE GIVES HIM A LOOK WITHOUT HESITATION  ,  SLIGHTLY OFFENDED.   ‘  what the hell do you mean hasn’t hurt me too much  ?    did you expect me to take that lightly  or  not at all   ?   ’

[fidelissimi-a]

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“ you don’t want ‘em? ”  maddie had pointed them out in the store, and while they were a little festive for her taste, she’d been trying each holiday season to get more into the spirit for the sake of the kids. “ you could’ve just said ‘no thanks’. ” 

[crwlee-archived]

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   Bloody Americans, this is why he hated coming here -- not one night here and already he’s being mugged or some nonsense. “Look I haven’t got any money on me and I don’t actually fancy being inconveniently discorporated tonight. The paperwork is a nightmare.” he reasoned than raised a brow as his would-be mugger asked for his name. “It’s Crowley, why do you keep record in a book or something?” 

[altarsburning]

@themisfortunateson — from sabine.

‘ big daddy, i swear ta’ god, if you don’t stop hissin’ at me! ‘ sabine’s accent is full and thick, born from the swamps of louisiana, and almost distinctly creole. she stomped her foot at the alligator, who was hanging out on the rickety porch of the dive bar that was buried in the swamp. ‘ i am gettin’ to your damn chicken, just wait a second. christ.. ‘

the bartender that sam was speaking to gestured to the brunette with the dish rag. ‘ you wanna speak to her, she’s up on all that voodoo hoodoo supernatural shit around here. her family has been here since before the civil war. ‘

and so had sabine, but no one need know that.

[blessedisdeath]

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“.....I read the line in a book. And you did not reply to it. Will you let me hold your hand for you?” Yes, she is distinctly pink, but she’s trying, at least. 

[crispyblonde-a]

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    she sighed and gently leaned against sam after thunder had settled by their feet. the dog was still getting a little territorial when sam came to bed after she had already settled in.  ❝ at least its only warning growls... he’s just... overprotective because we’ve been together since we were both starving and sleeping in alleyways. ❞ she presses a soft kiss to the corner of sam’s lips. ❝ i think he’s warming up to you, but maybe he would be in a better mood if dean wasn’t grumbling about the fact that i wouldn’t give him up all the time. ❞

[sanctificd-blog]

     He was her son, logically she knew that. He was her Sam, she was the one that had stopped existing and had been lost to the world. He had grown, he had become more than she could have ever imagined but he had also become something she had never wanted for her children. He was a hunter, the one fear she had for her children. John had raised them to be hunters, something that left a bitter taste on her tongue.

Hunter or not, she struggled with accepting the fact that he was her son. She knew he was, and she did love him. She was certain she did, only he didn't feel like her son. The last time she had seen Sam, he had been a baby. She had missed too many years, years that were meant to develop a bond and love. It had to be the effects of being displaced in time, the world had moved on without her, her family had lived their lives. This wasn't only a year, it was years of moments she had missed.

She had never been able to be a mother, she had died young and left two boys practically orphan. From what she understood, John had become a shadow of himself. He spent too many nights at the bar, drinking and seething in his own darkness. She had left them with nothing but this.

There was that guilt, a sharp pain beneath her ribcage. She took a deep breath, trying to shake off the thoughts that crowded her mind as she brought a cup of coffee to her lips. The compound wasn't a bad place but it was nothing like a home should be.