Vigilant

Evan Reese, hunter, surly asshole hell bent on revenge. He mostly keeps to himself so its best to stay out of his way. And he'll never stop looking for his target, a man named Donovan Bronson.  ~Indie SPN OC. Multiverse. Mun and Muse 21+ occasional NSFW....

[writingsff]

favorite moments ( 10/? ) ➝   “ What were you THINKING? ”

[vindictivehunter]

February 20, 2007 outskirts of Los Angeles, 8:15pm Evan double checked that he had a full mag of silver bullets in his handgun before he left his truck, staring up at the two story manor seemingly embedded in the otherwise urban landscape. Some of the windows were boarded up, the place had been abandoned for awhile, though there was a slight illumination that could be seen from one of the windows facing the street. Has to be him, he thought to himself, clicking the safety off before hopping over the waist height wrought iron gate, dead leaves crunching under his feet as he made his way to the front door. It was slightly ajar, quietly nudging it open with his gun, pointed ahead of him as he made his way through and scanned room after room for potential threats. Normally a partner would be a great help in a situation such as this, but he couldn’t call upon his father’s help for this, and trust wasn’t something Evan had a lot of. Not anymore.

The light came from one solitary candle flickering in a back hallway, on a table beside a door of which more light could be seen through the cracks. This was definitely a trap, he could feel it in his bones, but he’d already made it this far. His own feelings superseded his logic, grabbing the handle with one hand with the gun pointed ahead as he made his way in. On the other side were stairs leading down, to a basement it seemed, taking the steps as quietly as he could manage. Though, knowing his target, his presence may have already been detected. He always had an uncanny way of reading a room and everyone in it. Speak of the devil he spotted him crouched on the floor, clutching a bowl in one hand and while seemingly finger painting with the other. The room was illuminated by what looked like a wall of candles, all precariously perched on what looked like an altar. No, it was an altar. The room smelled of herbs, noting a small cauldron in one corner that had smoke wafting from it. Dammit, he thought he’d given that shit up. Evan leveled his gun at the man still calmly drawing markings on the floor, noting that the paint he was using was red, and he had the sickening fear that it wasn’t actually paint. “What the fuck are you doing, Don?” he called to him, taking slow and cautious steps towards him.

“What’s it look like? I’m about to do a summoning.” Don didn’t look up from his work, just resumed his odd little art project that upon closer inspection was indeed an elaborate devil’s trap. The cambion was even careful enough to work from the inside and outwards to avoid getting caught in it himself.

Evan swallowed a lump in his throat. dreading the answer to his next question. “Why? I thought you left all this behind.”

The cambion sighed, finishing another sigil. “I’m a witch, and a demon. The product of a merger of two fucked up individuals. Nothing can change that, no matter how hard I try. Besides, someone’s gotta carry on the family business.” He finally lifted his head and turned to stare at Evan behind him, looking him up and down before smirking and turning back to his work on the cement floor. “Obviously I’m not the only one. Must’ve started a trend.”

“I only dipped back into this shit so I could find you,” he fired back, staring at his handiwork in disgust. “What is this even for? Attention? You already got it. You haven’t really been covering your tracks that well, Donnie.”

Don notably twitched at the familiar nickname, setting the bowl down and ceasing his movements before slowly getting back to his feet. He turned to stare up at the single window in the space where a full moon could be seen in the distance, his expression blank and unreadable as Evan observed it in profile. The cambion then pulled out a handkerchief from his jacket pocket to wipe his fingers clean. “Is this because I missed Valentine’s Day? I thought it would be obvious I was too busy to make it,” he commented derisively.

“Shut up.” He hated when his humor grew dark like this, his gun hand shaking a bit from having to hold it up for so long. “Step away from the trap and lets go talk about this, okay?”

Don’s face split into a grin as he chuckled darkly, still unable to face Evan fully, eyes now at the ground by his feet. “I think we both know talking isn’t going to get us anywhere. Hasn’t the past two times, and you finally wised up and came armed.Too bad it won’t help you much, and you’ve already proven that you’re not gonna shoot me.”

“I still might.”

“You won’t,” he said confidently, finally facing Evan as he deliberately stepped closer, until the gun was pointed right at his chest. “So damn obsessed with me that you make the biggest mistakes. You didn’t clear the room, babe. If you had you wouldn’t have hesitated.”

Evan stared back at him in confusion, his trademark scowl only deepening. “What are you talking about?”

Don nodded to a corner of the room behind him, the hunter turning his head only slightly to look with his peripheral vision. What he found were two bodies slumped over each other, and from the way they were dressed he guessed they were hunters too. It looked as though blood had leaked from their orifices, the same way he had found his brother’s body. “Who are they?!” he demanded, voice wavering despite the anger behind it.

“Sacrifices,” Don answered in a bored tone. Then in a flash he bent Evan’s wrist painfully, making the man yelp as he wrestled the gun away from him, taking out the clip and tossing it across the room and doing the same with the gun in a separate corner. “You weren’t the only one who learned a thing or two from your dad,” he pointed out, shoving his hands back into his jacket pockets. 

Evan wasn’t all that upset about being disarmed, he knew it was a longshot from the get-go. He was more angry about the corpses in the corner, grabbing fistfuls of Don’s T-shirt by his collar, shaking him. “What the fuck is wrong with you? Killing Isaac wasn’t enough, you had to go on a goddamn spree?!”

Don just stared up at him with the same listless look on his face, unaffected by Evan’s passionate display. “They got what was coming to them. Same as Isaac. Same as my own family that I wiped out. Anyone who gets in my way, I dispose of.” He stepped closer to his lover, staring him down menacingly though Evan was taller than him by a few inches. “Are you gonna get in my way too, Ev? Or are you finally gonna let me go?”

The hunter’s eyes burned with rage, fists tightening until they shook before releasing the cambion with an angry shove. “Is that why you did it? Did you get cold feet? Was it some kind of demonic way of breaking off an engagement? Why are you doing this to me, Don? I come home from class and I find the body of my visiting teenage brother in our apartment and no sign of you anywhere. I track you down, you keep disappearing on me. I know you were at the funeral, I know you keep popping in and out of my life, I know you better than anyone! You can’t fuckin’ let me go, so don’t give me that bullshit!” he roared. He looked away from him and scrubbed a hand down his face, staring at the bodies with disgust and horror, trying to understand what was going on in Don’s mind. “This isn’t you. Whatever you’re trying to sell me right now, it isn’t you.”

“Isn’t it though?” Don countered, snorting as he started to walk a wide circle around Evan. “I never hid what I was, not to you Ev. You’ve always known what I was capable of, and you kept me close anyway. I was your exotic pet, imprisoning me by keeping my nature a secret from your hunter family. When we left and I decided to branch out on my own a bit what did you do? Throw a hissy fit because I was fucking everyone except you. And once again you chain me to you, this time with a ring. But I’m not housebroken, I’m not tame. I’ve managed to get everyone I’ve ever cared about killed, its only a matter of time before you’re next. So have some goddamn self-preservation and leave me alone already.” “You are so full of shit,” Evan murmured, already trying to think of how they’ll dispose of the bodies so they wouldn’t get traced back to Don in some way. “I didn’t cage you with that ring you dumbass, you could’ve said no. Yeah I threw a fit back then, because I loved you and I knew you loved me too. Even now, after all this, I still love you.” He turned to look at Don with a tortured expression, yet his eyes were still soft with love, stalking towards the cambion, grabbing him by the back of his head and the lapel of Don’s jacket as he tried to back away. “Stop this act. Stop with the self loathing, the self victimization. Just come home so we can talk this out. Please...” he begged, holding Don’s face in his hands as he pressed their foreheads together, eyes closing as a tear escaped. “I miss you. I need you. Please, babe, come home...”

At Evan’s desperate pleas Don’s bravado cracked, the wall he was trying to build crumpling quickly as he failed to pull away from his fiance’s grasp. “I can’t,” he whispered softly, tears streaming from his eyes while still bumping noses with him gently. “I killed your brother, our brother. I didn’t want to but it happened anyway. It’ll happen to you too. It’ll happen to everyone in the end. I can’t, I can’t...” he sobbed, voice cracking. In a moment of weakness he kissed Evan’s lips one last time, reaching up to pull his hands from his face, blue eyes twinkling as he gazed at him with longing and despair. “You should’ve let me go.” Evan shook his head once. “You know I can’t.”

Another sob shook Don as his head dropped, his own head shaking hopelessly, sliding a hand to Evan’s chest and resting it right over his heart. Then an unseen force released from that hand, sending Evan flying backward until he hit a wall, the back of his head cracking against cement and dazing him as he slumped to the floor. The last thing he saw before everything turned black was Don holding himself as sobs shook his body, then pulling out his cell phone to make a call. 

When Evan came to it was at the sound of sirens just outside, the blue and red lights flashing into the room from the window above. He looked around but there was no sign of Don anywhere. He was alone, in a room that looked like a spell was taking place, and two dead bodies lying only a few feet away. He struggled to get up, to get the hell out before he was caught, but stopped as he looked down at what was in his hand. It was Don’s engagement ring, placed in his palm before he left, still warm as if he had just been there seconds ago. All he could do was stare as his heart shattered all over again, hardly even hearing the yells of the police officers or noticed the guns pointed at him as they ordered him to put his hands up. 

[entwinedchaos-deactivated202407]

F L A U N T   B O Y

Steven Strait by Randee St. Nicholas

[cabeswatehr]

moodboard: mlm + friends to lovers for anonymous

[radiantresource]

“the people who we were supposed to be with forever fucked us over and broke our hearts and now here we are laying naked in each others arms because we can’t stand the cold and oh god your eyes look so beautiful lit by the moon, but i swore to myself i would never fall in love again” au

[truthofherdreams]

#James ‘most relatable character ever’ Holden

[vindictivehunter]

themelissapark:

Now it was Jung’s turn to stick out his tongue, laughing as Evan splashed him. “Well, what if that was my plan along? CPR me,” he joked, puckering his lips to emphasis his point. 

“You are too kind,“ smiled the demi-god. “Who would have thought someone as ‘bitter’ like you could make me blush,“ he cooed. 

   “Well then you should kiss me because I am feeling extra chatty! Blah, blah, blah-”   

“How can someone so mature act like such a brat?” he questioned incredulously, chuckling at Jung’s childishness. It seemed someone was really happy about being at the beach, and it was infectious, the surly man grinning despite himself as he got to his feet again. He waded back to Jung’s side and loomed over him, a hand going to his cheek as he gave him another kiss, a slow and searching one that deepened at it went on. He didn’t even care if people were around or watching this time, his feelings just bubbled up and he needed the man to know. He couldn’t even remember the last time he had been this happy, but Jung managed to tug the smile out of him every time.

“Your sweetness is sapping away my bitterness,” he accused when he pulled away for a breath, bumping noses with him affectionately. “Ruining my reputation there, Third. Keep this up and I won’t know who I am anymore.”

[captainholden-blog1]

why? would you have come back for me?

[hawwkette]

[slashersivi]

[vindictivehunter]

themelissapark:

Jung gave Evan a look when he said he wasn’t that uptight. “If you say so, hon,” he said calmly. Evan was doing better honestly but he had his moments. As they got further into water Jung closed his eyes, taking in a deep inhale. “Did I ever say to you I love the smell of the sea? It is wonderful,” he smelled. “Can’t get enough.”

Seeing Evan act so cautious might have bothered other males but that wasn’t the case for the demi-god. He waited patiently with a smile ”You are quite cute,” he said after he returned Evan’s kiss. Jung let out a huff at Evan’s comment. “An angel? More like a third angel, maybe,” he laughed. He wasn’t lying but Evan didn’t need to know that. He gave the hunter a loop-sided grin. “A killer smile? Why must you describe me in such violent ways?” he teased, splashing Evan in a playful manner. 

Evan just smiled and laughed as Jung sampled the smell of the sea, splashing him playfully. “Yeah, its a great smell but try not to snort it okay? I don’t feel like having to do CPR just because you’re so enthusiastic.” With a smile he fell backward into the water, attempting to float around freely for awhile in the water.

“Only a third? How fitting, since you look like one and I call you Third. And you’re easily the cute one in the relationship, we both know I’m the bitter and protective one.” He flinched at the water splashed at him, smirking as he tried to splash him back. “I don’t mean like an actual killer, you nut. I mean your smile is so glorious it’ll slay me with its beauty. Now stop being adorable or I’m gonna have to kiss you again to keep you quiet.”

[vindictivehunter]

themelissapark:

The demi-god’s eyes soften at Evan’s response.”I understand that and I appreciate it that you came with me,” he replied, giving Evan’s hand a squeeze as he went further in the water. “I realized that about you. If at any point I am being too touchy-feely outside for your liking just tell me and I’ll be hands off, alright? I’m a big boy, I can handle it.”Jung realized Evan wouldn’t be affectionate in public and he understood that was how he was. He would never be upset if Evan told him no at any point. And besides, he also knew the humans in this universe were more judgmental about relationships that were ‘norm’(what a ridiculous notion). 

Jung wanted so badly to give Evan a full affectionate kiss back but he realized that it would not be beneficial at the time.“Me?  Trouble? No such thing!“ Jung retorted in dramatic fashion, turning his head to the side.

“How about this-you pick the next place we go, yes?“

“Well, its not like you’re forbidden from touching me at all. I’m not that uptight.” Admittedly he did get pretty bad at times but he’s gotten a lot better since he and Jung got together, gently squeezing his hand as he thought back to their rocky beginnings. He continued to brace himself against the waves as he wandered further out into the water, wanting to get away from other beachgoers so he could pretend it was just the two of them for a bit. 

Once they were far enough away from the beach and other swimmers he fetl a little safer, looking around them before giving the proper kiss he knew the man desired, a bit bashful afterwards. “You’re the worst kind of trouble. You may look like an angel but that’s just what makes you more dangerous. Along with that killer smile,” he murmured for only Jung to hear, only letting go of his hand in favor of attempting to swim a bit in the shallow waters. “And don’t think I don’t appreciate your efforts. I do like it here, I just wish we were the only ones around.”

[vindictivehunter]

themelissapark:

A faux pout came across Jung’s face. “Aw, I bought two boards for nothing,“ he said. He then laughed. “I only kid with you, Evan. I merely like the style….though I was planning on trying surfing in the future.“ Jung loved anything water related. When the taller male stepped closer, he reached his hand out to him, smiling widely as they linked. “Do big bodies of water, like this, make you uncomfortable? Out of curiosity, Can you swim? “ 

“It is because you like me~“ the demi-god sang-sunged, swaying his head in a childish manner.  

“Alright. Maybe another time then. Preferably with less people around,” he grumbled, tugging Jung closer to him. But it was the beach, and despite his own discomfort about being so public while out together he couldn’t resist the allure of the blue water around them, getting a firmer grip on Jung’s hand as he waded further into deeper water. “Yeah i can swim. And its not the water I’m worried about, I just prefer more intimate settings for dates. As you may have gathered I’m not all that good around people.”

As Jung grew playful he couldn’t help but chuckle at his behavior, blushing lightly before leaning in and pecking a light kiss to the shorter man’s lips. “I guess I do. Despite the trouble it brings me,” he retorted, sticking his tongue out at him in an equally childish manner.

[arbron]

Fan Expo—Steven Strait, One

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[themelissapark]

@vindictivehunter

“So are you going to join me or not?“ Jung grinned, taking himself out of the water, revealing the short sleeved wetsuit he had on. “Come on~” he coaxed.

 “Or do you prefer to stand there and look handsome?”

[vindictivehunter]

“I’m gonna join you when you swear we’re not surfing. I see that wetsuit Mister, you’re not settling my nerves,” he huffed. Though he looked damn good in it, despite his misgivings. At the compliment though he had no choice but to move closer, the sand growing more firm under his feet until the waves washed over his toes. Once he was close enough to Jung he linked fingers with him, feeling so awkward while out in the open. 

“How did you talk me into doing this again?”

[ealymania]

[acecroft]

#same