#wronglyrighteous

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@wronglyrighteous asked:

"If you think the whole 'Enemy of my enemy,' thing's got you in the clear, you're more delusional than before. Whose ass are you going to kiss next? God's? Good luck with that. Mine? I'd rather you just drop dead right here and now." - Sam to Ruby

" Wow, harsh much Sam? " Alright, maybe she had it coming. After all that went down, she couldn't possibly assume he would simply play along and act like everything was fine. He had been hurt, deeply wounded by her actions. It wasn't just a simple mistake; it was a betrayal that shattered the trust they once shared. If she had a chance to do it all over again, would she? A part of her longed for things to return to the way they were before but getting him to trust her again was going to be the biggest challenge of her life.

" Not going to say I don't deserve it, but I didn't lie to you. Lucifer, God, I'm not playing their games anymore. I'm fighting for me this time. " Her time in the Empty forced her to reconsider everything. The sheer amount of sorrow and despair that permeated that place was overwhelming. The absence of sound was nauseating. It was a location she vowed to never return to.

At the start, her motive for assisting Sam may not have aligned with what she made him think, yet it did not imply that everything was deceitful. The sincerity of her emotions towards him remained untainted. She found herself torn between her ulterior motives and the growing connection she felt with Sam. It was a constant battle between loyalty to Lucifer and the sincerity of her feelings. The raw and intense desire that ignited between them was something even she, with all her acting skills, couldn't have replicated. However, Ruby was aware that telling him this information wouldn't alter his perspective, nor erase the memory of her betrayal.

" Do you think I'd be stupid enough to come back after all of that just to try and trick you again? I know you don't trust me and I can live with that, all I'm asking for is a chance to make up for what I did. If you can't do that then do us both a favor and blow me right back to Hell. " In a daring move, she acknowledged the risk and boldly approached Sam. Extending her hand, entrusting him with her faithful demon blade once more. This would end one of two ways. If the damage she had caused wasn't irreparable then he would give her the chance she wanted to prove herself.

[therebekahmikaelson]

"I've had a nightmare about monsters."

The little voice urged Rebekah from slumber, accompanied by the touch of a tiny palm grappling at her three-week-old manicure. She brushed reckless strands of blonde from her forehead (they tamed less easily after each child) and willed blue eyes open to face the little girl who was staring into her soul... Creepy. "Just a dream, Mary." 

Patting a spot for the smallest Winchester to lie back down, she could feel the impending rustle of the boys on Mary's other side. Great. "Go back to sleep," said Rebekah, one arm lazily moving to bop Henry and Sammy's heads. Funny how the other book-end in their overcrowded king-size bed appeared to remain in a peaceful sleep. She could whack Dean in the nose.

"They've killed all of the monsters," said Henry. A statement wildly untrue. She registered that, between their simple, innocent knowledge of Dean's family business and the Mikaelson's doom, the children believed every danger lay behind them. Vanquished before any of them had set foot on this earth.

They would not know of the things their parents had done - their mother’s centuries of monstrosity or their father’s sinful debts to pay. Here, crammed together in a bed that made a good night’s sleep impossible, the little Mikaelson-Winchesters knew only safety, warmth, and happiness.

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♡   twitter finds  -  vol. 2 @wronglyrighteous​ said: "Long story short, I survived." - Sam to Max

"I hated every word that you just said and somehow you managed to answer absolutely none of my questions. I actually have more than I did before you started your explanation.”

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@wronglyrighteous​ ~ continued [x]

She knew the moment she uttered the reflex response, she would regret it. The snark-handed-comment granted him the perfect opportunity to puff up his chest, and as much as she liked joking with him, she was going to have to keep up the façade. The kiss had been enjoyable to her, comparable to something you’ve been saving up for and finally get. Only thing was, her instinctive nature was in the process of recoiling her true feelings. They were hunters. Sure it was good now, but for how long?  Rolling her eyes at his ‘busy,’ comment, her lips pressed in a tight line. “Maybe being busy has made you sloppy. The whole false ego thing is a real thing, Dean. It’s knocked you off your game so you’re not putting that much effort into it.” shaking her head, finally feeling like she gained the upper hand, she took a sip of the beer--setting it down as a playful smile met with his gaze. “Such a shame too.” biting the inside of her cheek she played off like she didn’t want to give it another try. “I don’t know, the moment’s passed. The intrigues fading...” she shrugged over her shoulder. 

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hope  opens  the  book  and  thumbs  to  the  page  were  sam  had  been  reading  the  lore  from,  one  eyebrow  quirked  up  in  disbelief  before  gently  closing  the  cover.  “except,  you  won’t  be  able  to  find  her  body.  it’s  entombed,  you  can’t  salt  or  burn  it.”  sliding  the  book  back  at  him,  the  tribrid  rises  from  the  seat  slowly  and  moves  to  peer  over  his  shoulder.  “this  coven  is  a  lot  like  the  one  in  the  french  quarter.  they  consecrate  their  dead  to  share  the  power  with  the  coven.  i  don’t  know  why  she’s  coming  back  every  fifty-three  years  though.  that’s  new  to  me.”  chilling,  reminds  her  too  much  of  the  hollow  and  what  happened  to  her.  blue  eyes  cut  to  sam  before  moving  back  to  her  seat,  pulling  more  books  from  the  pile  and  casually  reading  through  those.  if  anything,  their  endless  supply  of  books  and  lore  would  keep  hope  entertain  for  ages.  “but  i  could  be  wrong,  wouldn’t  be  the  first  time.”

@wronglyrighteous​  (sam)  cont.  from  here.

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@wronglyrighteous asked:

"Stop licking the damn thing!" - From Dean to Hayley LMAO

As the days passed, Hayley's body began to undergo subtle changes. She started feeling an inexplicable hunger that seemed to originate from deep within her core. At first, she dismissed it as a passing sensation, attributing it to her body adjusting to the pregnancy. However, as time went on, the cravings intensified and became impossible to ignore. The hybrid found herself longing for peculiar combinations of food that she had never desired before. She would wake up in the middle of the night with an insatiable desire for spicy foods paired with sweet treats. It was as if her body was sending urgent signals, urging her to fulfill these strange food combinations.

She had never had a problem eating these items in Dean's presence until she noticed an abnormally large jar of pickles in the refrigerator and a container of vanilla ice cream in the freezer. Hayley quickly grabbed up the two while Dean was in the shower and sat at the table. Repeatedly, she would catch herself submerging a pickle into the container of partially melted ice cream before raising it to her mouth to lick it spotless, only to start the cycle again. 

Hayley was thoroughly enjoying herself when a sudden bark caught her attention. Inwardly cringing, she slowly pivoted to face Dean. " What? You act like you've never seen a pregnant woman eat before. "

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@wronglyrighteous​ asked:

The cutlery went flying across the room from that one and Sam likely bruised his knee in the process. He belted out a cough to mask it but he sure as hell felt that one. Trying to regain his composure, Agent Ulrich (he didn't choose it) continued his line of questioning and ignored the hand that just did, well, that. "So, Mr. Davis, you said it looked like a..." Wolf. The man confirmed it, leaving Sam to only nod, then shoot a glare over at Hayley when he jotted down the man's answer. "Thanks, we'll be in touch." More daggers aimed her way as the witness walked on off. "What was that?" He grumbled at her, stuffing his notepad in his pocket.

        Hayley’s eye grew wide and her teeth caught the corner of her bottom lip when she heard the bag of Sam’s knee under the table and the silverware flying about. She couldn’t resist tormenting Sam when he was being ever so serious. How could she not when it so fondly reminded her of the time when they first met and all of the tormenting little things she would do to him to try and make him break character ? Besides Mr. Davis was so much more appealing and attractive then Counselor Kerry.

        “ What ? “ She tried to play innocent despite the grumpy little look he was giving her. “ I thought it would be professional like if I jotted down a few notes of my own. I was looking for a pen but I realize now that you don’t keep them in your pants pocket. “ Slowly her lips pursed together as she tried to hold back a sultry smile.

        But then her arms folded against her chest. She knew what he man said looked bad on her part but she had nothing to do with what was going on and Sam should know that. “ I hope you don’t think I had anything to do with that ? For one , I’m not that sloppy and for two , I don’t just go around killing people for no reason and thirdly , I’m not the only wolf on this planet. “ Perhaps he wasn’t questioning her but she still felt the need to air that bit of information.

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@wronglyrighteous​ asked:

"Someone's looking...round. Er. I'd share one of these non-spiked beers with you but..." Dean gestured at Hayley's belly. "That'd be a helluva time, huh? Too bad. Guess I'll have to drink em all myself..." He'd need them all after dealing with her. "Got you something, too." A peace offering slid across the table, several burgers packed into a paper bag from a diner they'd been to before. "Eat up."

        Hayley’s eyes narrowed the moment Dean began talking. As always , he had to bring up the past. Sure she spiked his beer with estrogen but he damn well deserved it for claiming she gave him fleas. Was it so wrong that she demanded a little pay back for his snide little remarks and the pranks he often tried to get over on her ? 

       Which brought her directly to his next remark about the burgers. 

        He was being mindful of her condition and he seemed to be in a good mood. A time or two in the past he’s proved that he could be genuine in his attempts to play nice , then again he’s also been known for trying to pull shade over her eyes. Not often did she give him the opportunity to get a head of her but maybe this one time she would give him a benefit of the doubt. If he was being genuine and wanted to end their constant bickering then there would be no harm no fowl. But if he was trying to pull something on her then she would make sure he would live to regret those choices.

        “ I’m sure you’ll be able to handle them all on your own without issue. “ Lips curved into a devious looking smile as if the games were about to begin. Then suddenly her smile faded and she sat at the table looking over the burgers. Unwrapping each one she smelled and inspected them before going in for a bite. “ I would share but I’m sure you already had a few on the way back. Never really a good idea leaving your food around unattended. “ That smile returned as she chewed and glanced up at him.