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illusionandtricks
xpreserver
firstfallenson
yeu-tinh
"To what do I owe this pleasure?"

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themoosyboyking
illusionandtricks
xpreserver
firstfallenson
yeu-tinh
"To what do I owe this pleasure?"
Ten x Rose. //crais cause doomsday.
I'm you, and you're me.
Clara got to school that morning and sat through two seemingly endless periods of math, and English. What class she really wanted to get to, was Theater, or Drama. Whatever you wanted to call it. It was called both by everyone. It was usually an easy class, the teacher easy going and good at teaching, but keeping the class interesting. It also brought Clara a bit further out of her shell. She was more vibrant, more talkative. She needed it too, she used to be quiet and withdrawn. That was after she lost her mum at fifteen. Now she lived with a distant father. She really could only be quiet. Not now though. When the bell rang for class, she went to her locker and dropped off her books. She pulled on an oversized jumper as well, the theater was always cold during class. Even when the mini heater was on full blast. She fixed the rolled cuffs on her jeans before heading to the theater. Mr. Stevens, their teacher came in a few minutes late. Clara sat with her friend Amy and talked about their weekends together. Eventually, he got them settled. "Alright so, today I'm giving you all a big project." Groans could be heard from the class but he silenced them. "I've paired you up already and there will be no switching. The project is basically acting. You're going to become your partner. You're going to take on their persona, their habits, their way of speaking. Essentially you're becoming them. The same with your partner. You will come up on stage and act as each other, at each other. You have to keep a conversation going for at least 10 to 15 minutes. If you pass, no final. If you don't, final." He finished. The class was both intrigued but not at the same time. Clara was a little apprehensive. "Alright partners then." He began reading from a list. She hoped she'd be with Amy, but she'd been paired up with some shy guy named John. "Clara Oswald, and Sam Winchester. Partners." He called out. Clara looked over at him nervously before standing. She walked over to him, pulling her sleeves over her hands. "Hi, I'm Clara." She said softly.
"I don't give a damn about you."
"Yeah yeah yeah." Dean waved a hand at Sam lazily. "You say that all the time, what makes this time any different?"
(Closed to themoosyboyking) Season 9 AU
Dean couldn't take Sam being gone, he should of saved him. Dean blamed himself, but when Ezekiel told him he could bring Sam he couldn't say no.
He coughed and swatted at the smoke that filled the room, "Shit! Sammy? Did it work? Are you here?" He could make out a figure through the smoke, though it wasn't big like his brother. He pulled out the demon blade just in case. "Who are you?"
"Do I know you?"
Zach turned around, slightly surprised upon hearing Sam's voice. He'd thought he was here alone. He squinted his eyes at Sam. "I don't think so...I'd remember a face as attractive as your's is." He smiled and extended his arm out waiting to shake Sam's hand. "I'm Zach, you are...?"