My greatest sin is letting you down

Brother, son, {hunter}, freak W I N C H E S T E R Hey, my name's Sam. What I do is a little harder to explain. Better if you don't know.  Hunters

[thedevilstuxedo]

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[thedevilstuxedo]

Can I just say something right now?

For reasons I shan't explain, I was looking up names in Elvish and the name Terry popped up as I was scrolling.

Terry means 'Tender'

The way it's said and spelt in Elvish? 'Castiel'

[thedevilstuxedo]

Munday.

Yes, it's that time of the week again! I'm the one on the right, with the lovely dreamsofvirgo.

[alwaysenduphere]

       ”More than once?”  Certainly a question — Lucifer moving to perch on the table next to his vessel, forgoing a seat, as was his wont, one long leg still tapped firmly onto the floor as he twisted to watch the other expectantly, the flat of his palm snugging securely on the cool surface so he could lean a little more into the hunter’s space.

        “I’m curious as to what you think you remember, and where this supposed secondary encounter has sprung from?” Tongue swiped slowly over the front of his teeth, sucking on them for a moment before pulling back with a sharp click.  

    The hand not on the table surface motioned for Sam to continue — to expand on his comments.

          “Please, go ahead.  Enlighten me.  I’d love to see what lies have gotten lodged in there this time.”  Followed by an expectant silence, a stillness that transmitted the fact that Lucifer had no intentions of going anywhere anytime soon….

[thedevilstuxedo]

And all at once, Sam had lost whatever faint sense of steel he had. Both of his hands had hidden themselves under that table he was sat at, and a tongue darted out to wet his drying lips. He was still battling himself as to whether this carnation was real, or perhaps another illusion. Subconsiously, Sam's thumb padded over his scarred hand, pressing down as though it might have any effect this time.

It did not.

The first encounter, he believed, spoke for itself. The one where they both ended up in the cage, the true stuff of nightmares. So he began, his eyes now finding the surface of the table far more riveting than anything else in the room. "You were.. You were in my head.." Sam was talking a little loudly, experimentally hoping that Dean was home, that he would hear. "Maybe that was on me, but you were still there, and you were still being a dick."

Under the table, the hunter was working, crimson droplets now beading on his hand from where he had just sliced it. Messily, he would begin drawing a banishment symbol, and hopefully he would stay Lucifer's attention from it until it was complete. In light of the plan, he looked up to the angel, who was now grossly encroaching on his personal space.

"Now how about you answer my question. Why. Are you. Here?" 

[scarredbyxhellfire-a]

"Nope."

[thedevilstuxedo]

"..You're impossible. Like a friggin' five year old."

[thedevilstuxedo]

Sorry I haven't been around for a few days! Life's getting hectic with Christmas and work and rehearsals and it's all sapping away at my spare time. I'm working on my drafts right now, but if you'd like to interact (or just speak with me because yay human interaction) then just slip into my ask!

I'll try and get an open out when I'm done, too!

[dnwinchester-deactivated2012101]

sometimes i get an ask and i read it and i’m like “i’ll reply in a minute” and then somehow it’s been an hour and i remember i have an ask and somehow i’ve already closed the window and reblogged tons of stuff and ppl probably think i’m ignoring them THE POINT IS i am the most distracted person on the planet so i’m sorry if it takes me a while to answer!!!

[butyouaremymess]

sam winchester meme: favorite quotes about sam [2]

↳ Vesta  (9.08)

[thedevilstuxedo]

"Yeah I want. The ones right at the back are colder. Brenda? Dude, I'm totally more of a Barbara."

[ With a laugh and a shake of his head, the younger Winchester stood from his seat, pushing the laptop back a little on the table as he did, and made for the fridge, reaching all the way to the back to pluck the farthest beers out. ]

"I'll alert Chuck --he'll have to change the whole book series thing."

[ He joked. A personal smile on his lips and a light, breathy chuckle came from them as he offered out one of the beers. ]

[scarredbyxhellfire-a]

"Uh…nah. Turning the pages is too much work."

[thedevilstuxedo]

"And arguing with my laptop isn't?"

[thedevilstuxedo]

Hello, Sam... { -le glomp- }

"—……."

No words were said, because none would come. No witty retort nor angered words. His entirety became tense, hands balling up into tight fists and jaw set against grinding teeth. His eyes did the talking, he would hope, because every venomous notion in his body was in them.

[alwaysenduphere]

       There was just a slow sigh at the thickly strung tension, Lucifer simply raising an eyebrow and giving the younger Winchester his best pointed stare.  

      “Really, Sam?”  

          “Do we have to go through this every time?  Yes, yes, I know.  You hate me.  I’m the — airquotes — bad guy.  You’ll never say ‘yes’ even though all evidence obviously points to the contrary… Have I covered all of the bases or is there more fizzing around in that oversized brain of yours?”

[thedevilstuxedo]

Lucifer's clear exasperation did nothing to edit Sam's greeting. He was completely and utterly rigid with rage, and fear, and unadulterated resentment that would never change. 

"How about the fact that I kicked you out of my life --more than once, and am completely done with you?"

He was breathing heavily through flared nostrils, eyes honed on the mirror image on himself with such a level of anger that could only be reached in Lucifer's presence. He had thrown him into the cage. Cas had dispelled him from the Winchester's mind, and he had almost managed to forget about the so-called 'angel' completely.

"Why are you here?"

His voice was tight, and if he thought it would help, he would have emptied his ammunition into the being before him already --he still might.

[scarredbyxhellfire-a]

"Forgive me, for trying to do research on the damn ghost and save lives."

"Saving lives? What the hell was I thinking?"

[thedevilstuxedo]

"You know, there are such things called 'books', Dean. We have a freakin' arsenal of them around us."

"Would you like the demonstration of how to read one?"

[dontscratchthewalls-deactivated]

eVERYONE STOP WHAT YOU'RE FUCKING DOING.

——-IS THAT MY CLONEBBY ON MY DASH.    SAMMY BABY I LOVE YOU.

[thedevilstuxedo]

bABY I'M HERE AND STUFF.

i love you so much okay? okay. i just- i love you.

[scarredbyxhellfire-a]

"Damn computer’s givin’ me a headache."

[thedevilstuxedo]

"Well, maybe if you didn't touch my stuff in the first place..."

[thedevilstuxedo]

Have you ever looked into learning humanaform? It was the written language of Mesopotamia, the root of a tonne of ghost tales.

"Uhh, I've heard of Mesopotamia, but you lost me from there. Sorry, grey."

[exsanguinumarchive-blog]

"We are always on Death’s hit list, Sammy. Faith is for the people who don’t have the strength to take care of themselves."

"Yeah, okay. Come on." [He grabbed his keys, heading for the door.]

[thedevilstuxedo]

[Sam said nothing more on the matter, though he certainly had plenty more to say. Instead, he stood to his full height before closing the lid of his laptop. Straightening himself out, he followed his big brother, rubbing at tired eyes as he did.]

"So simple salt and burn? Y'know, I've come to expect that it's never that easy whenever we pick up a case anymore."

[killersmurff]

"Obviously not you, Romeo."

"Always are. Which do you wanna tackle first?"

[thedevilstuxedo]

"Well, how 'bout we start here..?"