((Currently on Hiatus due to School. Will return when things level out)) "Name's Elijah Winchester, nice ta meetcha. Friends call me El. Gotta excuse some my ol' oddities, things are a lot different nowa days." (Indie OC for Supernatural. Mun and Muse is 21+ and caught up on cannon. Mun and Muse open to other fandoms))
//Surprisingly enough I’m still alive. I got overwhelmed again and now I just got my retake classes to do then I get to go out on extern. So that means six more weeks of this and I’ll hopefully be way more active. I may or may not even keep these blogs to be honest. I love Sam, and my OCs but everytime I tell you guys I’m coming back I get busier and busier and I’m not sure if it’s gonna work. I’ll keep these blogs up for now, and I won’t delete without making a post about it.
//It’s official gais, I’m gonna have to put this blog, and Elijah’s blog, on a hiatus until I can start getting things back in order.
If some of you have been worried, I’ve been feeling pretty good, aside from the monstrous stress I’m under. I haven’t been depressed in a few days, which is a big win for me, and I’m doing really good in my classes right now. I’m just trying to keep it that way. Anatomy and Physiology is a bit harder then I had originally thought.
So, I’m going to be updating my page so it says I’m on this hiatus so there’s no confusion. I will totally understand if I loose some of you as followers due to this inactivity, but those of you who wanna stick with me I’d appreciate it.
He smirked and leaned back. “Usually? Yeah it does. Nice words and a pretty face tend to get me far; and if that doesn’t work good conversation and a free drink does. Guessin’ it’s not working for you though.”
"Sorry, can't say it's gonna." Elijah downed the rest of her drink, wincing slightly as the whiskey burned her throat. The redhead pushed her hair out of her face and leaned back in her chair. Eyeing the man beside her she let out a soft scoff.
"Can't say ya don't got yerself a pretty face though either."
if you ever want to plot or do a thread with me or anything literally all you have to do is go to my ask box, keysmash a little, use excessive punctuation and caps lock, and say leT’S DO A THING and 10 times out of 10 i will say yes like it doesn’t even have to be in the form of a question just do the thing
The redhead stretched her arms over her head until a satisfying pop sounded from both her elbows and her shoulders before doing the same for her legs. Her hazel eyes glanced back at the man driving and she smiled through the happy haze in her mind despite the personal question. On any given sober night Elijah would go as far as ignoring the prying question, still more then a little uncomfortable in her foreign surroundings, but this was no sober night. She may have been sobering up from the cold, but now that she was warm her mind was settling back into the cloudy safety.
"I’m jus’ a long way from home is all." Elijah hummed, nodding to herself as she let her head rest against the cool window. The hunter watched the lights pass for a long moment before sighing. "Jus’ a real long way from home…" She closed her eyes, allowing her mind to venture back to the heat and light that she remembered that day. "Ain’t got no money left, drank what I had." Elijah decided against opening her eyes, deciding that they felt to heavy to even try. "Guess that’s a nasty habit fer a girl ta have huh?"
That sounded ominous Dean couldn’t deny that. ❝A real long way huh?❞ He wasn’t questioning her as much as he was acknowledging the fact that he understood what that was like. Dean had this uncanny ability to confide in people without saying much of anything at all. Besides this girl was beyond wasted and anything that he said would be wasted. No sense in spilling your guts when all would be forgotten anyways.
Nodding Dean smirked âťťYeah it’s a nasty habit— but, can’t say it’s one that I haven’t had a problem with myself once in awhile.âťž The habit itself wasn’t nasty it was the side effects… being stuck without money or a place to go. It was a good thing Dean normally had Sam with him and his dad taught him the ability to function.Â
Turning into the motel parking lot Dean turned the car off. ❝Here we are. Least you have a warm place to sleep.❞
The redhead hummed softly as she listened to him speak. She allowed her hazel eyes to slip open as she shot the man beside her a tired look. It was good to know that he wouldn't judge her to harshly. A very small part of her could only imagine what he would think of her in the morning. She'd been acting a fool all over his car for the longest time. Elijah groaned softly and pressed the palm of her hands into her eyes. Her hands were cold, cooling her now over heated face. The once warm tingle that had kept her smiling was beginning to fade now, leaving her with a nauseous pit in her stomach. If God did only one thing for her in her entire life it would be giving her the strength not to puke in this guy's car.
Elijah dropped her hands into her lap when he pulled the vehicle to a stop and sighed. It was the perfect timing really. She doubted she would have been able to keep the contents of her stomach down for much longer if they had remained in motion. The hunter attempted a smile, knowing that it probably looked as forced as she felt ill, and pushed a strand of her hair from her face.
"Thanks again Dean, promise I'll get outta yer hair first thing in da mornin'."
//Elijah has a very eclectic taste in music, enjoying anything from current rap to old 70s rock, but she does prefer Blue Grass over anything else. It reminds her of home and it makes her feel less isolated.
If she ever got the chance to be around a nervous Dean as he hummed his anxious energy away with a Metallic song, for instance The Unforgiven, she would get so excited because she would recognize the song! If Dean did believe her, mostly because she rarely if ever listens to music around others, she would play with this.
The look Dean would give her while listening to it would be priceless.
//Beneath the cut I have written out the hunt that brought Elijah to the modern time. Internet went down, I was bored.
Laced with arsenic are we
We can give you the
World
But do not wake us
For if our eyes open
We shall leave nothing but
Fire
 Elijah’s hands itched as she did her best to sit still. She’d never been good at this part. Judging eyes stared at her as she fiddled mindlessly with her hair, pulling it from under her hat and letting it rest on one side of her face. Hazel eyes looked anywhere but at the nun, focusing for the moment on a broken piece of wood sticking out of the pew in front of her. Unease was slowly over powering her and for a moment she honestly considered getting up, grabbing her horse, and riding as fast as she could in whatever direction the nearest bar was. But she couldn’t do that, not when she was this damn close.
“Miss Winchester?”
The voice snapped her attention upwards, a look of relief crossing her face at the sight of the man dressed in black. The redhead jumped to her feet, knocking the chair she sat on to the floor. An aggressive cough sounded from the nun that sat before her. Elijah moaned, her face turning a shade matching her hair, and picked it up quickly, before glancing back up at the man she was waiting to see. The priest wore a bemused expression, one that the hunter was more then used to seeing.
“Miss Winchester, I’m sorry to have kept you waiting. Come on in.”
Elijah made a nervous noise, pushing her hair under her hat once again. She did as she was told, following the man into a small room, but not before shooting a lewd gesture at the disgruntled nun. Once the door was closed and the hunter was pleased with the startled clucking of the woman left behind did she turn her full attention to the priest. She watched as he crossed the small room until he was safely tucked away behind a pine desk. There was a lone chair across from the desk, one that the hunter quickly sat herself in.
“Got here as fast as I could father, whatcha got fer me?” Elijah watched, her impatience growing as the man opened a drawer and took out a few pieces of paper, the scrawled writing on it to curvy for her to read.
“Daniel wanted me to tell you that he’s real grateful for how you managed the nest.” Hazel eyes narrowed at the man as he spoke. “Wanted me to tell you that Emily sends her love too.” He sighed as he placed the paper back into the drawer, blue eyes never once looking up at the agitated hunter.
“That it? Ya tellin’ me I came all this way jus’ fer ya to tell me Daniel’s happy I saved his dumb ass from getting’ munch-“
“Hat.” Elijah groaned as she tore the hat from her head, messily tied curls falling to rest against her shoulder blades. “Very good, now, Daniel also wanted me to tell you that there was another fire in a town in Iowa. Said by the time he got there town was empty and the placed reeked like eggs.” His blue eyes finally raised to look at her. “Said you would want to know.”
It took the hunter a few moments to process what he had said, but once she had she was up. Once again the chair she sat on toppled from the force of her standing and she turned on her heels. The man sitting before her called for her, her name echoing as she swung open the door and practically ran out. Disgruntled shouts followed her as she proceeded to exit the church, the priest following her to the porch.
“Miss Winchester, you don’t even know where-”
But Elijah was on her horse, the animal kicking up dust as it sped west in the direction of Iowa. In the direction of where It had to be sleeping. If she had stopped, if only paused for a moment, she would have seen the nun, who had followed her holy father outside and now stood quietly beside the man, sneer.
~~~
It took a solid three days for her to reach her destination, stopping only to give her horse a few hours of rest in between bursts. Stupid animal. She wished there was some way to convey to it there were more important things then it eating in this world.
The redhead had abandoned riding about a mile back, instead pulling the dumb thing by the reigns. Its nerves seemed to be growing with each step. It tossed its head from one side to another, fighting her with what seemed like all its strength. Finally a town came into sight on the horizon, just past where the sun was setting, and Elijah’s heart leaped. She had ridden through three towns that were officially in Iowa and so far none of them had the slightest idea of what she was talking about. But something, deep down in her very soul told her that this was it.
As if on cue her horse reared back on its hind legs, pulling the reigns from Elijah’s hands, and tore off in the opposite direction, yet all the hunter could do was smile. That meant It had to be close.
~~~
Finally Elijah’s feet touched the dirt road that led into the town, heart racing in her chest. What she found though was something not even the hunter was prepared for. The scene that lay before her was enough to make her falter, if only for a moment. The streets were barren, any signs of human life gone seemingly years ago. Undergrowth unheard of in the region had found its way into the streets, covering every inch of cobble stone and wood. Vines burst from walls to wrap eloquently around street signs. Flowers that the hunter had never laid eyes on before of the brightest colours grew out of some of the vines, forming what almost seemed like a trail. The redhead stood, transfixed in one spot, staring at the sight before her. Not once did she question where the people went. It didn’t like company, It never did.
But how could she be so stupid? She wasn’t ready for this. Hell, she wouldn’t even be ready if a werewolf jumped out of one of the buildings beside her. She had nothing but her silver knife tucked neatly into her boot and her Remington on her hip. Besides the fact that she had basically ran into this blind with her thumbs in her ass, she didn’t even know what she was dealing with, not really anyway. How was she supposed to kill what she didn’t even understand?
Logic was about to win when a sharp pain blossomed in her chest. Elijah yelled out, pulling open the top of her shirt, to reveal the source of the agony. An old brass key hung round her neck, the leather strip it hung from heating up to the point of fraying. Shaky fingers reach out, wearily tugging the makeshift necklace from her neck, and held it out in front of her. The brass shone dully, swaying lazily in the slight breeze. If this old thing was waking up then that meant It had to be close by. That’s what it meant. It was taunting her, trying to scare her into leaving It alone, well that wasn’t about to happen.
Elijah allowed her feet to carry her, choosing to follow the strange flower trail, until she found it. Before her sat what looked like a church, stone steeples cracking with age and decay. Granite steps led her up to the tall cherry coloured doors. The redhead reached out with the hand not holding the key, letting her fingers almost caress the wood.
There was no turning back now.
She pushed and with little effort the doors slid open silently. Pews lined the open hall, dilapidated with age and wear. Her shoes made no noise as she stepped forward; the dust that had caked the once deep coloured floor barely seemed disturbed by her movements. Hazel eyes looked upwards at the broken glass ceiling. Bright pink and green shards still hung desperately onto their enclaves. She let her gaze drop once again to the ground as she walked, a bit concerned that there was no sign of broken glass anywhere on the ground. That would be something that normally would have sent up more than a few red flags.
But then she saw it.
Pressed against the furthest wall was her prize. The door seemed smaller then she remembered it being, the once elaborate golden designs now lifeless. The wood even seemed a paler shade. But there was no time to worry about that now.
Elijah took her time closing the distance between her and the object. With every step a part of her felt like screaming. A cold sensation fell over her, making her feel heavy and wet. Her feet felt like bricks, her head began to swim in a thick fog.
It’s her again
She came back for us
We’ve been so lonely
A soft moan left her lips, her free hand cupping her now aching head. She could hear It, whispering to her. Laughing at her. The words that haunted her for countless sleepless nights echoing in her head driving her forward.
Stop messing with yourself
Ellie-girl, we didn’t raise no pig
Mind your mother’s words now
“Hello again.” Elijah’s voice shook and she cursed herself for it. She stood before the door, her grip on the key tightening. The laughter was almost deafening now that she had made it to her destination. Up close the door looked like it was in shambles. The brass knob and hinges somehow rusted.
The key
She brought the key
What is she waiting for?
Elijah slipped the key into the lock, brow furrowing as she did so. The laughter stopped, leaving nothing but the sound of breathing. Elijah bit down on her lip, unwilling to breathe out as she listening to the building exhale around her. Maybe this really wasn’t a good idea? Her stomach felt like it was around her knees as she contemplated the decision. Her hand left the key, the metal sitting patiently in the door. As her fingers left the metal a wave of apprehension crashed into her as if a shade loomed over her. Hazel eyes widened as her hand moved back to the key, the metal singeing her hand as she did so, turning it until a soft click sounded. The door swung open then, her hands never reaching out to push it. Beyond it’s thresh hold was darkness.
The air grew heavy.
A voice called from somewhere in the dark, soft and calming, its message unintelligible.
The hunter let out her held breath in a sigh, her body relaxing. Everything seemed better somehow. The soft whispers that once accused her now cradling her in words of encouragement and comfort. She lifted a foot, permitting it to carry her into the blackness. Elijah stepped through the door, the quiet and the dusk almost suffocating. This was it. This was really the end…
Behind her the door closed, the lock clicking, and the key falling to the ground.
