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@swcllowthis​

“Everytime you call me for help. Things go to hell.”

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@deathlywails

“Agent Plant, can I ask you a few questions.” 

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@lilmisslydiamartin

“Yeah, I got him. He’s dead.” Sam reassured her. He put pressure against her wound to keep her from bleeding out. He opened his first aid kit he got from his car. “There’s no time to take you to a hospital. I’m going to have fix you up here. Take deep breaths, and try to stay still.” Sam cleaned up her wound quickly. Flushing it out with water, and  hydrogen peroxide. He got a needle, and floss ready to stitch her wound up. 

Twenty minutes later he was done. He wrapped the wound with gauze. Keeping it free from infection. “They tried to use a gold arrow on you. But you’re type is more human aren’t they? You’re a banshee right?” Sam asked, the lore was written all over her. “Normally a gold blade is a banshee’s weakness from my experience. The ones I’ve seen looked more dead.”

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@anditsxsorrows​

“Oh, trust me. I would if I could.” Sam said, but like the alpha vampire. They were the originators of their line of vampire species. Sam continued to clean his guns. Leaving his machetes for last. He was use to covering his bullets with dead man’s blood. These kind of vampires have a weakness for vervain. A machete would be more useful. Beheading any vampire is the easiest way to make sure it stayed dead. “I can point on the nests of Marcel’s allies. Taking them out is easy, but you got keep yourself occupied until then. He still doesn’t know you, and your family are awake” reminding the Original to lay low. 

“I know a way that could possibly defeat Marcel. I would have to put myself in a dangerous situation. It involves demon blood, and lots of it.”

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@totamethewolf

Inspecting the body. Sam looked toward the door distracted by the shuffling of Oz’s feet. “Dude, what is it? Is someone coming?” 

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@allurredsoulss

“Are you Sara Lance?” Sam asked, politely. 

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@queencftheunderwcrld

“Another Goddess? What’s your angle?” Gods and Goddesses always ended up having their own agenda. “Which one are you exactly?” Sam wanted to know which one he was dealing with to prepare himself.

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@criimeboard

Sam was looking for the rouge werewolf in the preserve. He and Dean were on a case. The younger Winchester took the woods while his older brother looked around the town. 

The crack of branches made Sam instinctively point his gun at the kid. “What the hell are you doing out here, kid?” He lowered his gun. “Isn’t the Sheriff your dad?” The hunter recognized him from police station.