you look so cool

[undomuses]

He didn’t know how the hell it had happened. He’d been in heaven for months, pretty much losing any hope he’d had in the beginning that he would ever get out and go back home. At first, Dean thought it was all just a trick the angels were playing on him, giving him false hope just to keep him on his toes. And in a way... he didn’t care. Even if this was just a temporary trick, he was going to try and make the most of it while he could. He recognised Mystic Falls easily so, instead of hanging around and wasting time he was convinced he didn’t have, Dean made his way over to Astrid’s place. If there was anyone he wanted to see while he had the chance here, it was her. Her and the kid. When he got to her door, he let out a shaky breath, nervous to see her again and partially feeling selfish for doing this. Especially if he was going to be snatched away and taken back to heaven - which, he was fully convinced was the case even though it wasn’t. He knocked on the door after a moment, letting out a breath and shoving his hands into his pockets, bouncing slightly on his feet in his nerves. The door opened and he all but melted. It had been so long since he had seen her that it hit him in the chest and it took everything in him not to reach out and grab her so he could hold onto her again. “Hi...” the hunter said quietly, his voice catching in his throat. “I, um... I dunno how this happened, but...”

[undomuses]

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It had been a long and miserable emotionless road. The hex his mother placed on him reached a new low when his family tried to fix him. They should have known Esther would have another failsafe. Freya put him to sleep but as she broke the hex, it shattered the warlocks mind, trapping him inside fragments of all his worst memories. Four months went by, Freya worked tirelessly to fix what she broke and find the real version of Henrik in order to pull him out and wake him up whole and not a broken mind. Of course, she succeeded, but it took Henrik a week to fully get back to himself and feel a semblance of normality. He had a hell of a lot to apologise for and he’d been trying, with his family at least, who all insisted he had nothing to be sorry for. The warlock disagreed and when he found himself alone without a babysitter, he felt it. All of it. Everything he’d done and said to everyone he cared about. And that’s when his favourite tiny blonde came into his thoughts. The way her face twisted and verged on tears when he was being overly cruel. “Shit.” He mumbled, sighing quietly. “Hey, Nyx. So- I’m not sure how uh- how this works. I just pray, right? And you can hear me?” Scratching the back of his neck. “I have a lot of explaining to do. I just- I want you to know that what I said, I didn’t mean it. I was hexed and just- out of my damn mind. And I’m sorry. I’m really sorry.” Henrik pressed his dingers against his eyes and slouched. “Are you there? Please. I really want to make this right.” 

She felt a tug, a pull that she couldn’t deny. She hadn’t heard from Henrik since their... disagreement so it surprised her that he was calling to her now. They hadn’t exactly parted on good terms and Nyx had tried her best to go about her life as normal. It had been hard, at first, but she’d gotten used to it now. So hearing from Henrik again after so long? It shook her to her core and that wasn’t easy for someone to do to an angel. Part of her was tempted to ignore it. To leave him be and carry on with her life as she had been but she knew that she wouldn’t be able to stop thinking about him if she did. Not now that he was in her head. Sighing quietly, the angel closed her eyes, hesitating a moment before disappearing on the spot only to appear in front of him milliseconds later. “Hello, Henrik,” she greeted, her tone more polite than it usually would have been. Her heart pounded in her chest. Or... her vessel’s heart, at least. She hadn’t seen him in so long she thought she was over the way she felt around him but... seeing him again, it was clear that wasn’t the case. It still didn’t erase the fact that she wasn’t sure what to say to him now. “You look dreadful. Are you okay?” she said with the bluntness only typical of an angel.

[undomuses]

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This certainly wasn’t how Jett pictured spending his day, knee-deep in muddy sludge, tearing up half the garden all in an attempt to appease Johanna. She’d absolutely insisted that there was a monster under the grass that crawled out on a night and knocked on her window. Just a typical childish nightmare, but one that was slowly progressing into sleepless nights and daily tantrums. Jett for one couldn’t take it anymore so his solution? Play along. He told Johanna he saw the monster and he knew how to get rid of him. Apparently pouring glitter on the grass wasn’t enough, Johanna made additions to the story he’d told her and of course, it involved digging up the garden. With nothing better to do and more than enough cash to get it redone, Jett gave in. He dug down and down until Johanna was satisfied it was close enough to where the monster slept and out she came, armed with a box full of things. “I know. I know. You don’t need to say it, I had a bad idea and she made it worse and for two people with the same brains we really do make a couple fuckin’ idiots.” Jett grumbled towards Victoria, flashing her an apologetic ‘sorry I’ve fucked the garden up’ smile before Johanna came closer. “Okay, what’s in the box?” Almost shoulder deep in this damn hole, he rested his elbows on the grass. “Magical fairy dust, feathers, um, lipstick…” Jett lifted a brow as she rooted through. “I thought we were trying to get rid of him not turn him into a drag monster?” He made the protest, but was silenced by his ten-year-old who held up a single digit as she continued looking through the box. “Holy water. Salt. The bible and a cross. But you only really need the salt and this,” she handed him a page. “Sprinkle the holy water as you read this and it will give his spirit peace.” She looked between her parents expectantly. “What? I googled it.” Johanna added. She hadn’t got it quite right but if she believed she had, Jett would go along with it. That aside, he was impressed with her research. “You’re so my kid.” He chuckled, jumping out of the hole and looking towards Vic. “What do you think, mom? Should we axe this garden monster and have a good night sleep tonight?”

She had been inside with Joshua, the two of them preparing lunch while Jett and Johanna played outside. However, what she hadn’t expected to see when the two of them took everything outside into the garden was her husband neck deep into a hole that definitely hadn’t been there earlier. “Uh oh,” Joshua muttered from beside her, quietly observing the scene before munching on his sandwich, comically looking between his parents to see what would happen next. With an affectionate roll of her eyes, Vic moved well out of the way, taking a seat with Joshua at the picnic bench a little further away in the garden from the hole and started laying out the lunch she had made. Her brow arched as she listened to their daughter list off the items they allegedly needed. “I think that sounds like it’ll definitely work.” It wouldn’t but she was happy to play along if it helped ease their daughter’s mind. No matter how extreme the method was. She reached for one of the sandwiches she had made, one without the crusts, and passed it to Joshua, who was still sitting quietly and just watching the scene like he was waiting for something to go wrong. “Heck yeah, I say we get rid of this thing once and for all,” Vic answered with enthusiasm. Really, she would just be glad for some sleep with being woken up by Johanna’s tantrums. “This monster’s not gonna know what hit it. Right, Johanna?” She paused. “And then you can both come and get some lunch after your successful monster hunting.”