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NEW ACCOUNT

I’ll be deleting this account and re-starting entirely.

My new account will feature the following muses; Meg (spn), Deanna Winchester (genderbent Dean Winchester, spn), Katherine Pierce (TVD), Skye (AOS)

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Devil’s Trap // Nyssa & Crowley

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“Sorry, love, I don’t put out for pennies.” Crowley took a brass whistle out of his pocket and blew it. No sound.  “New trick I taught the babies: Come Find Daddy. You can play, too. Off me before my pups can swoop in, then run like a bat out of Home Sweet Home before they can tear you to bits. But you’ll have to keep running, because they will get your scent. And without me to call them off?” He shrugged. “…I’d let Jeanie out of the bottle, were I you. Or offer fair value.”

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“Crowley you've lost your touch I’m afraid. You’ll ‘ave t’ do better than a few a crappy whistle and a few mangy mutts.” She chuckled, it was almost terrifying how unafraid she was. “Soul trading really is a boring business, why not ask for something bolder?”

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Devil’s Trap // Nyssa & Crowley

Crowley smirked at Nyssa’s flask. “Well, now you just look desperate. I don’t do holy water till at least date three. So you and the rest of The Getalong Gang want dear, old Grampy back from his just desserts? Easy peasy. I just need one little thing, you know what it is.”

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Nyssa rolled her eyes at the demons attitude, smarmy. Tilting her head to the side as she looked at him, “Listen, love, I’d much prefer to bring you someones head on a pike than trade m’ own soul. Besides I assure you it won’t be of much use.”

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"Oo, you’re a spicy character now, aren’t you?"

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“What a brilliant deduction Sherlock.”

[caelumverse]

Be gentle. I am tampered with — an envelope steamed of secrets, federal crime. Now I slit open my letters so they only hurt ahead of time. You must teach me to read again. Be warm. I mean it. Blue knuckles, white veins, I’ve long been claimed by my fatherline all tall birch bodies gone numb with a chill that won’t mend. When you come over, bring socks and kisses steaming hot. Be relentless. Not in the taut scarlet of arguments, or the needle in the dark, I need the kind of stubbornness that soothes. That saves. Be the wave I roll against, the sand that anchors me in the east. God knows — I need solid ground under my feet.

If you are to love me - Paola F. (via athenaria)

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Nyssa nodded, standing from the couch. Heading for the liquor cabinet. “Anytime Sammy. I’ll give ya a hand with tellin’ Dean if ya need.” She took a bottle of whiskey from the cabinet and turned to look at Sam. “Now how ‘bout some alcohol, good music and food? Eh? Sound alright?”

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"Thanks, Nyssa, I’ll bare that in mind." Sam was able to muster up a genuine smile, relived that the subject was shifting to more positive things "Sounds great. Come on, I’ll grab some beers out the fridge." They were going to need as much alcohol as they could find. Like Bobby always said, there’s no pain a drop of whiskey can’t fix…

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"I'll find some music, I'm sure there's records in here somewhere." She muttered looking around the living room. Bottle of whiskey in hand she took a sip, smiling at the familiar burn that accompanied it. "Boy was Dad right 'bout whiskey fixin' things."

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"whisper"

Put “whisper” in my ask box and my muse will whisper one of these in your muse’s ear:

“You smell lovely.”

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Nyssa raised an eyebrow, “That’s a new one, I’m tellin’ ya.”

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"It’s a curse," Sam apologized, scratching at his ear absently. "I’m sorta… cursed with animal senses for a while… sorry it’s sort of creepy."

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"Nothin’ I ‘aven’t heard of before." She chuckled

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"So you know how to reverse it?" Sam asked hopefully. "I mean, if you’ve heard if it before."

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"Maybe, how long ago did it start? And were you in contact with witches?" She raised an eyebrow questioningly

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"It started a few days ago," Sam explained. "After a ghost hunt. No witches involved."

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"Hoodoo? Ghost curse or sickness?" Nyssa asked, she hadn’t come across anything like this before.

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"Doesn’t seem like a ghost sickness," Sam murmured. "I’m just… hypersensitive. Not scared of everything."

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"Ah, that’s somethin’ interestin’. Can’t say of hear of that before, could it be a curse?" Nyssa pursed her lips with a raised eyebrow.

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"That’s the only thing I can think of," Sam hummed. "Don’t know how to cure it though…"

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"Well how does one break a curse with no knowledge from where it originated?"

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"You either wait for it to fade or you don’t cure it," Sam admitted. "So we need to find the source."

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"Well ain't this gon' be like finding a needle in a stack of needles." She sighed.

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Keera watched him carefully, just to make sure. Once he was done she tucked her gun into the back waistband of her pants then nodded pulling out her silver knife, rolling up her jacket sleeve she cut her arm drawing blood. It was one of the things she hated alongside having holy water thrown in your face. She slipped the knife back inside her jacket and held out her hand, “Keera Blair, sorry ‘bout the gun in your face.”

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Well that was a relief. He exhaled heavily as he tucked the knife back away where he got it. At her comment he shrugged his shoulders. “To be fair, I pointed one at you first.” He replied. “Better safe than sorry.”  Now that he knew she wasn’t an immediate threat, the question still remained, just where in the Hell the shifter was. “You see any sign of it yet?” He asked, taking a few steps towards her chances are she had been in areas that he hadn’t hit yet.The quiet of the place was pretty unsettling to him considering what they were after.

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Keera withdrew her hand with a small sigh, looking up at Sam who was towering over her. “Caught a glimpse earlier, in the sewer system under this place. It headed up here so I followed it, my guess is it’s out finding someone else to shift into.”  She shrugged her shoulders. “How ‘bout you, you seen it?”

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"No, last I saw it was through a camera in the grocery store. It had shifted into an old man." He replied with a shake of his head. "The sewer system. You know how to get back down into it?" He asked, the interest in that lead clearly showing on his face as his brows knit together. "It might have gone back down."

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"I wouldn’t be a great hunter if I didn’t." She smirked walking past him, she had a somewhat cocky arrogance about her. Her small figure walking down the dimly lit hall before turning a corner and disappearing out of Sam’s sight. "You comin’ Winchester?" Her feminine voice rang out.

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"Well then, lead the way." Sam replied after she confirmed she knew where it was. He watched as she walked further into the hall and soon followed behind. "Right behind ya." He answered, turning the corner, much more relaxed than he was just earlier.

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Keera led him to the sewer entrance, it was more or less a giant decaying hole in the ground. “Hope you don’t mind a wee jump.” She sat down her legs dangling into the darkness before pushing her body forward and disappearing into the darkness. A thud could be heard from below.

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Sam followed, watching her sit down on the ledge and then slipping over into the darkness. Literally leaping into the unknown wasn’t something he was a fan of, but he sat on the ledge just as he did, taking a breath before making the plunge. After a moment he felt his feet hit something hard, and unfortunately wet from hearing the slight splash. “Ugh… Dammit.” He muttered under his breath, trying to shake the water… or what he had hoped was water off of his shoe.

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Keera sucked in a breath, a small chuckle echoing through the tight space. "Hope they weren't expensive." She said before reaching for her flashlight and turning it one. It illuminated the eeriy interior of the sewer, rats scuttling across the small flow of water. "Remind me why I enjoy my job?" She asked over her shoulder as she walked down the tunnel.

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Nyssa nodded, she clenched her teeth. Moving slightly in her seat, it wasn’t often she showed emotion. She stopped rubbing circles in his hand and moved it away with a slight sigh. “Dean, will still want t’ know Sammy. Besides, Lucifer crazies or not, I’ve got you if you ever need t’..y’know talk or somethin’ “

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Sam managed a small smile, dismissing her suggestion with a shake of his head “I’ll tell him soon…after we sort out the mark. One thing at a time…” It was good to know he had someone he could talk to. He had never liked stressing Dean out with his problems, so it felt good to have someone else to speak about them with “Thanks, Nyss… You’re a good friend.”

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Nyssa nodded, standing from the couch. Heading for the liquor cabinet. "Anytime Sammy. I'll give ya a hand with tellin' Dean if ya need." She took a bottle of whiskey from the cabinet and turned to look at Sam. "Now how 'bout some alcohol, good music and food? Eh? Sound alright?"

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"Naomi, friend of your dead girlfriend, ya know Meg?"

[libertxd]

"So it’s true… Meg is actually dead."

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"Wow, look at how quick you are. Gold star, pansy."

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The girl at the bar ll Naomi & Sam

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Naomi was never one to care which bar she walked into, as long as the alcohol was strong and music was good. The choice tonight was a pub named, Dead man’s Pub, she chuckled lowly at the irony as she walked inside.

It was all dark wood and classic rock music. The room was lit...

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The day had taken too much of a toll on Sam. He was operating on his own, and the search for leads on his brother's location was honestly not as thrilling as it was cracked up to be. It took days (sometimes weeks) for him to track down another clue. Then he had to interpret the new information; that always added a whole other day onto the search.

Sam had hit one dead end after another for too long, and decided that he deserved a bit of a break.

When the bartender asked what he wanted, he sighed and said, "Something with bourbon in it."

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Naomi cocked her head to the side as a voice spoke up beside her, she turned to see Sam, tall, handsome and tired. She smirked, throwing a twenty dollar bill on the counter. 

"He'll have it old fashioned mate. Keep the change, m'treat." She gave the bartender a wink before turning back to her drink. Never really one for conversations that dragged out. Though she wouldn't mind talking to the hunk, even if she couldn't stand the sound of any other voice but her own.

"Rough day?" She said glancing at Sam for a moment.

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Keera watched him carefully, just to make sure. Once he was done she tucked her gun into the back waistband of her pants then nodded pulling out her silver knife, rolling up her jacket sleeve she cut her arm drawing blood. It was one of the things she hated alongside having holy water thrown in your face. She slipped the knife back inside her jacket and held out her hand, “Keera Blair, sorry ‘bout the gun in your face.”

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Well that was a relief. He exhaled heavily as he tucked the knife back away where he got it. At her comment he shrugged his shoulders. “To be fair, I pointed one at you first.” He replied. “Better safe than sorry.”  Now that he knew she wasn’t an immediate threat, the question still remained, just where in the Hell the shifter was. “You see any sign of it yet?” He asked, taking a few steps towards her chances are she had been in areas that he hadn’t hit yet.The quiet of the place was pretty unsettling to him considering what they were after.

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Keera withdrew her hand with a small sigh, looking up at Sam who was towering over her. “Caught a glimpse earlier, in the sewer system under this place. It headed up here so I followed it, my guess is it’s out finding someone else to shift into.”  She shrugged her shoulders. “How ‘bout you, you seen it?”

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"No, last I saw it was through a camera in the grocery store. It had shifted into an old man." He replied with a shake of his head. "The sewer system. You know how to get back down into it?" He asked, the interest in that lead clearly showing on his face as his brows knit together. "It might have gone back down."

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"I wouldn’t be a great hunter if I didn’t." She smirked walking past him, she had a somewhat cocky arrogance about her. Her small figure walking down the dimly lit hall before turning a corner and disappearing out of Sam’s sight. "You comin’ Winchester?" Her feminine voice rang out.

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"Well then, lead the way." Sam replied after she confirmed she knew where it was. He watched as she walked further into the hall and soon followed behind. "Right behind ya." He answered, turning the corner, much more relaxed than he was just earlier.

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Keera led him to the sewer entrance, it was more or less a giant decaying hole in the ground. "Hope you don't mind a wee jump." She sat down her legs dangling into the darkness before pushing her body forward and disappearing into the darkness. A thud could be heard from below.

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Old friends ll Isabel + Castiel

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Isabel gave him a sad smile, taking a step towards him. “Michael, he restored my grace. There were..complications.” She let a tired sigh slip from her lips, she looked worn and sad, so very different from who she was in Heaven. Isabel was known as the kind archangel, though she had a temper when it came to fighting, she was fierce and precise. “Something went terribly wrong Castiel, I fear I am not entirely angelic.”

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"Complications?" his vision narrowed towards Isabels’ steps, each one lethal, though subdued. God’s once integral instrument, auxiliary of demolition, wore a defeated expression—even if it was for a flicker of a second. A second that mirrored the inmost grief that was shared among his family. Castiel forced himself to relax, no longer clutching the blade with intent to strike. "I found it odd that I couldn’t recognize you, Sister. Has your time on Earth made you more human?" 

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Isabel grimaced at the thought of being too human, she pursed her lips mulling over her next words. "Yes, complications. You see when our brother struck me down he tore my grace from me, rendering me human. But only for mere seconds before he let the alpha vampire turn me into one of them." Her expression mirrored one of disdain and shame. "Perhaps. The vampire curse clung to my grace. I am what you so elegantly call a hybrid. Half of two species."

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You're Who? ll Dean & Nyssa

A low sigh came from the blonde sitting in the dark corner of the bar, she reached for the glass of auburn liquid. As she took a swig she read a case file marked with FBI credentials, murders with the same MO were being committed all throughout the small town. The woman looked out of place in the rough bar, her blouse and dress pants giving off a law enforcement vibe. 

Her table was littered with important looking papers and case files, along with crime scene photos, a expensive looking laptop and a old ratty book. She started scribbling something in a messy scrawl, stopping momentarily to look up at the man that had approached her table.

"You gonna keep starin’ or you gonna talk?" 

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   Dean had noticed the blonde woman from his stumpy, wooden stool at the bar, looking very official as she sat focused in her booth with her professional getup and fancy, high-end laptop. Normally he wouldn’t have paid her any mind, but his curiosity got away from him when he also took notice at not only how young but at how out of place she appeared. Like a teenager trying to play both parts of grownup and rebel. Dean figured she couldn’t be more than twenty-five.

   With further inspection he found just exactly what was eating up her attention. Numerous of cluttered folders, papers, and photographs laid out in front of her, that she would occasionally shuffle and jot down notes, then pause to check her computer, before repeating the process.

   Dean wondered why she was here. This was hardly the place for research. Or her, really, if he was being honest. The place was full of biker guys and heavily tattooed women, and the noise was loud at best.

   Deciding to sate his growing curiosity he slid away from the bar, coming to a stop once he reached her table. He quickly scanned over the surface. The red-stamped words FBI and Top Secret caught his attention, and almost instantly he recognized the photos—that was Crime Scene photos. The same exact ones he had viewed only the day before. Either this woman was the real deal, or she was a hunter, just as he was.

   After a few seconds the blonde’s attention shifted towards him,—the creepy guy who had just randomly come over and started sticking his nose in her business. A wave of awkwardness fell over him as that fact sunk in. Okay. So not his smoothest.

   ”Uhm.” What, are you going for a damn record. Dean chuckled, trying his best to at least act cool, as he rubbed the back of his neck underneath his jacket collar. “I couldn’t help but notice you sitting here, with only the company of all this,” he gestured to the mess of papers, then to the bar itself with a small head motion, “in a place such as this.” Dean allowed a nice, only slightly teasing smile grace his lips as he stared down at her, pushing his hands into his pockets. “Do you always do your research a rowdy bars? Or was the rock band not playin’ tonight?”

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Nyssa moved the files and photos to her bag,s she didn't need any nosy bastards weaseling there way into the case. She chuckled slightly at his comment before gesturing for him to sit. "The files ain't that bad'a company."

"What can I say? The ambiance fills that empty space in my chest." She shot back her tone as equally joking. She gave him a small smile, shutting her laptop to get a better look at him. Tall, rugged, closed off. A hunter for sure. He seemed almost familiar, maybe she'd caught a glance of him at Bobby's? Though she doubted it. Bobby had always made her hide when guests arrived, something about her being used as leverage against him if anyone found out who she was. "Lemme guess, your hear for the woman?" She teased, though her face was a void of all expression.

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Agent Lentas

Kaila (Kai) Lentas ll Level 7 ll Coulson's team ll An 084 ll

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Hunter in training ll Rosalie & Dean

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Rosalie gave a heavy sigh, she wasn’t a people person, she had work to do back at headquarters, and if she wasn’t on time she’d be punished, severely. She ran a hand through her hair, juggling the possibilities. “Goddamnit, fine. But I ain’t a hunter, never have been never will be.”

"Well your work today says other wise sweetheart." Dean said as he walked down the alley way towards the road so he could find the impala. As he walked her held his hand over his cut, to make sure it didn’t bleed too badly. 

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"Well seeing as I’m playing babysitter, might as well play doctor." She sighed, glancing at his cut. She pursed her lips walking past him to the Impala, time for the loving motherly figure. Plastering a fake smile on her face she climbed in the passenger side. "Right girls, I’m Rosalie you can call me Rosa or Rosie. That’s Dean, ignore his chronic bitch face. We’ll be taking you to your families."

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Dean just sighed a almost laughed at home much the girls attitude changed. He got into the passenger side of the impala and started it up, “So where do you need us to take you, are you hurt maybe we could take you to the hospital then you can call your parents.” Dean said as he tuned around to look at the girls. 

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None of the girls spoke, they just sat wide eyed and shivering. Rosalie let out a groan under her breath. “Looks like were going t’ the hospital first, I’ll phone the parents.” She chuckled, she hated hospitals it reminded her too much of the past at least with calling the parents she could go outside.

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"To the hospital it is." Dean said as he flipped around and speed for the nearest hospital. 

"You don’t need to call there parents, we just drop them off and get the hell out of there." Dean said only glancing over at the girl in the passenger seat. 

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"Parents, calling. My job." Rosalie said, her sentence short and simple. Her arms were crossed over her chest as she watched the road ahead. It was obvious there was a reason why she didn't like hospitals. "After that I'm getting the hell out of dodge."