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asdfghjkl thank you, darling. u v u
I'd rather you didn't. I like it too ;o;
Thank you! (´ω`★)
xodean-winchester said: {text} A long night, bruises and you’ll be feelin it for weeks. Not that anyone notices the marks anyway in the bar„,
[Text]: You're serious about the bar thing aren't you? You an exhibitionist, dude?
The ex-demon and the hunter
Crowley doesn’t intend to die a demon with piss in his pants, saying that though, the bottle of scotch that he’d been drinking from has tipped over beside him and is soaking through his last good pair of trousers. He’s slumped, back against the wall; one foot stretched out in front the other folded beneath him. His suits a mess, his hairs a mess, his goddamn face is a mess everything’s a mess. The world is one giant fucking mess. His visions a little blurry around the edges, hell it’s a little blurry in the middle to. Probably he had drunk too much, felt like a burning in your stomach, so grew stronger, it was like acid or better holy water began to go through his veins. When he awoke, he was leaning against a wall of a house in a different location from where he was before. “What the hell happened? Where am I?” Visibly was a bedroom
xodean-winchester replied to your photo: Multitasking like a boss. Watching Doctor Who...
What season of Doctor Who are you on? Im on only three,
I finished season 3 last night. I'm on season 4 episode 8[The Unicorn and The Wasp]
It's become an addiction xD
You Have Your Job, I Have Mine || xodean-winchester
Loki Odinson, convicted of war crimes against Midgard, was stripped of his magic and his godhood. Much like Thor's banishment after he attempted to wage war on Jotunheim, Loki was also banished to Midgard. With no exceptional abilities and nothing to make him inhuman, he was not much of a threat. Perhaps Odin and Thor were grasping at straws, but they both wanted nothing more than for Loki to prove himself decent. Sentiment drove them to try and provide Loki with a second chance and, to further this, they sealed his memories from him. This spell almost erased Loki's memory from existence, but not quite. He was shadowed from the rest of the world, so those who had once met him might recognize him, but they wouldn't actually remember who he was.
If he could build an honorable life for himself, he would be brought back to Asgard. He would be restored to his "former glory".
That was almost six months ago. Loki's childhood and young adult life were fuzzy, but he never believed he was anything other than human. That, by no means, meant that Loki was actually "normal", he just didn't believe that there was anything other than human blood pumping through his veins.
His life wasn't anything close to ordinary though. Loki was a loner, he traveled around North America searching for creatures that fell into the category of supernatural. Why? To protect humans from them. Vengeful ghosts, demons, demonic possession, vampires, shape-shifters and werewolves were all thought to be myth but Loki knew better. They were as real as he was and they were dangerous. They're favorite victims always seemed to be humans.
If Loki was asked by someone who happened to know what he did, if anyone asked him why, he didn't really have an answer. He always said something like "dunno, I suppose it's just in my blood", but even that sounded strange to him. He really didn't know why he did what he did, it simply felt like something was pushing him to do it. Every time he managed to save a life, every time he managed to extinguish a bit of evil in the world, he felt as if he were making up for something, something that he honestly couldn't remember and didn't even know existed.
Wendigo. Nasty creatures, from the research Loki had done on them, but word reached his ear that campers had been disappearing in the southern part of Washington. Thus far, there had been five victims, a group of four campers and one back packer. They hadn't been heard from for a couple of weeks now and the authorities were unable to find bodies. Traces of where they might have gone or where they might have been taken simply didn't exist. Many people thought Big Foot, or some ridiculous Lady of the Lake story, but Loki had a different hunch and it was his next hunt.
With several weapons and a few days worth of food and supplies, Loki parked his car in the closest town to the forest where all five disappearances happened and he hiked to mouth of the forest. Once there, he didn't even hesitate to enter. If his suspicions were right, during the day, he should have been safe and the sun was still high within the sky. He passed a few hikers, those who didn't have more than a few hours of supplies, meaning they would leave the hiking trails long before the sun went down. Chances were, they wouldn't get deep enough into the forest where the campers had disappeared anyway.
Several hours of hiking into the forest, Loki had fallen off the beaten path. When he came across two men, one about his height and one a bit taller than them both, he was surprised. Why would they have come out so far? For a moment, they locked eyes and Loki considered simply walking away, but if he didn't warn them, they might be the next to disappear. Wouldn't that be the polar opposite of what he was attempting to do by hunting supernatural creatures? Evil?
"You should probably head out before it starts to get dark. Difficult to see the trail without the sunlight," Loki said, stopping only briefly to speak with them.
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The thoughts were almost inevitable, once it became clear that Dean felt the way he did, with his side comments and remarks. They always pulled at the shadow in the back of his mind, anger mixed with what felt like a combination of jealousy and incredulity. What, when he went to Hell for a year it was okay for Dean to take a year off? But suddenly when Dean disappears to a place Sam knows nothing about, it's wrong for him to take a break? What made Dean so special?