#vvaywardhunter

[qapsiel]

@vvaywardhunter ;; walking dead prompts (still accepting) Dean said: "Son of a bitch shot me. You believe that?"

                             "YES, BECAUSE YOU HAVE THE TENDENCY TO MAKE PEOPLE WANT TO SHOOT AT YOU." He presses a balled-up shirt to Dean's shoulder to stop the bleeding. He could just heal the wound, but the bullet is still inside, so that wouldn't do much good. They have to get it out first. "I think it has to do with your love for shooting at others first," Castiel adds, looking around for the first-aid kit the brothers carry. He thinks Dean wouldn't like it if Castiel just used his fingers to worm the bullet out. "You shot at me, too. Luckily for you, I don't bear grudges."

[paranormaljunction]

thank you. don't ever do that again. (Castiel/Dean @vvaywardhunter)

"What? I got this for free, and I feel like sharing," helpless and hapless Castiel insisted as he shook the bag of suspicious white power at Dean. "You have no idea how rare this is to find in my world, and pure at that. We'd have to raid any pharmacies for amphetamines. I'm tired of feeling the pain."

With a sharp laugh, Castiel added, "I don't want to be reminded of how lost and human I am, Dean. Of what a failure I am of being mortal. I'd rather be lost in this stuff."

[awbarnes-no]

😈 - become possessed - @vvaywardhunter

This was the WORST CASE scenario. How it had managed to happen was yet to be found out. She had HER OWN measures for not being possessed, and she would be kicking herself once she was herself again. That was . . . IF THAT HAPPENED.

The room fell silent, unsure on what had happened, until Anya's voice was heard in a SICK LAUGHTER that echoed in the dark room. The demon had GIVEN UP on the other person they were possessing, and had now found their way into the fellow hunter working this case with Dean.

" Woops! " Her hand came flying up to strike Dean with the back end of it, before turning to face him more fully. " Really should be more careful Dean. This is almost getting too easy. "

[potentialbreakupscng-a]

Dean knew all the tricks for flying under the radar. He'd been living that way for most of his life, from one scam to the next when money was scarce. Bartending under the table, hustling pool, stealing credit cards. He wouldn't know what to do with a bank account if he had one. There were safer places to hide his money. A search on his real name would pull up all sorts of unsavory shit, from grave robbing to murder. Only the first one was true, unless they were calling killing monsters murder. "Take your time. I'm not in a rush." He had half a mind to poke around a little while she was in the back. He was pretty good at thinking of bullshit excuses off the cuff for why he was somewhere he shouldn't be. That invitation landed about as well as he'd expected, and he grinned as he made an obvious show of looking around, leaning a little toward her. There was literally no one else there, not even a couple old dudes drinking the day away. "Then there's no one around to see, is there?" He leaned back into his own space while she made up her mind, and he was interested to see what she decided. He could work with a brush off, but it would be easier if she wanted to spend more time with him. He thanked her for the drink, sliding the glass a little closer and taking a sip. "I'll be here. Be a crime to let you go out alone after all that, and I need someone to show me the town." From what he'd seen, there wasn't a lot of town to show, but that was hardly the point. If it turned out she had absolutely nothing to do with his case, he still got to spend an evening with a beautiful woman.

"Ah, but big brother is always watching," she replied with a grin, pointing up toward the camera above them. It was why she had to be so careful with what she did. Move slowly, which was extremely hard to do. She hadn't realized how slow she moved when she was a human, since she could move much faster than she did when she was a human. Maybe pointing out cameras to the only other person in the bar was a bad thing, but she didn't get any kind of weird vibe from him. He was flirtatious, sure, but at least he was cute and flirtatious. She didn't know if she could handle another old guy making comments about her tits without wanting to snap their neck.

"There isn't much to show, must be directionally challenged if you're having a hard time navigating." Her words are paired with a teasing tone and grin, arching an eyebrow before she looked over her shoulder when she heard a door in the back open -- hearing her co-worker before he even stepped into the room. A few moments passed before he stepped out, and she let out a soft sigh. "Thank fuck," she mutters under her breath -- before her nose wrinkled when she realized she was still standing in front of a customer. "I'll -- be back in a bit." She offered a smile before moving toward her coworker. She took him by the shoulder with a normal greeting, before locking eyes with him. "Don't bother me for the next...fifteen minutes." Compulsion was so great -- she didn't use it often, but she did it when she knew she needed to take care of some not-so-human-stuff. "And make sure that guy gets his food." She smiles and pats him on the head before she disappears into the back.

With a co-worker here, Viv grabbed her blood bag and carefully slips out of the back door. She needed to figure out a better way to do this, maybe having a...hydro-flask or something. She glances around before ducking behind the dumpster to finish her meal for the afternoon.

@vvaywardhunter (cont from discord)

[oozeyboozey-archive]

Send “I’ve got you” to help my muse wash off blood from their body (Dean for Anya's paranormal investigator verse, please! @vvaywardhunter)

in all honesty . . . anya was lucky to be alive. at least the kid they were trying to help was going to be okay. she was happy to take the hits that demon had to throw at them so the kid could get out of there. he was safe , and that was all anya had on her mind. dean's quiet reassurance and gentle wipes of the blood from the cuts reminding her of where she was , and what had happened.

❝ the kids alright? ❞ she asked after wincing ever so slightly , her attention going to dean with eyes looking for him to tell her that at least they got the job done. as long as that were the case , then as far as she was concerned , the wounds would heal.

@vvaywardhunter gets a womped anya !

[murderchickcn]

"Nuh uh. That's cheating. If ya know, ya know," he chuckled softly, shaking his head. Nobody would ever accuse Dean of being an open book. Some things had to be discovered organically. He wasn't sure he could explain that one anyway, why being bossed could be a turn on with the right person, but with most people it just pissed him off. "Well, yeah. Don't you?" His smirk widened. The fact that the handcuffs also had symbols on them to trap a demon was irrelevant.

The blonde hummed softly, her blue eyes flicking over his face, a smirk tugging on the corners of her lips. Her eyes flicked along his face. There was never any sense of denying how beautiful the man was in front of her. “So, what I’m hearing is…you want me to just figure it out then?” She grinned and let out a laugh. She glanced over his shoulder to make sure Sam wasn’t around — he was off scouting or something, she didn’t remember — and she reached out, curling her fingers into his belt loops and tugging him close to her. “Why would I need any when you already have your own?” she tipped her head to the side — reaching up to fix the collar on the flannels that the two of them always seemed to wear, “Unless you’re too scared, Winchester. I’m pretty intimidating, so I understand if you are.”

@vvaywardhunter continued from discord.

[behindviolenteyes]

@vvaywardhunter

The vampire that had been attacking the hunter burst into flames before reaching them.  It was a nice little trick that Lestat had picked up over the years.  The ability to set his own kind ablaze.  As well as the ability to walk in the sunlight.

Lestat offered a little chuckle as he made his way towards the hunter.

“The usual tricks will not work on my kind.  We are unlike the vampires you hunted before.”

He hummed.

“You’re bleeding.  Do you need a bandage?”

[deathdistanced]

@vvaywardhunter

He panted heavily as he stood before the hunter.

Panted.

Because for some reason he now had lungs.

On the ground between them lay a body.  The body of his father, who had murdered him.

“I know why you’re here.  But I’m not a vengeful spirit.  I mean...I killed him but he killed me first.”

His heart pounded in his chest.

Because he now had a heart.

He fell to his knees.

“Something is happening to me.  I can breathe...and I can feel my heart beating.  My body hurts.  Why do I hurt?  I shouldn’t be able to feel pain...”