saving people

THAT’S BECAUSE YOUR AIM ABSOLUTELY SUCKS!

FUCK, THERE’S THREE MORE! IF I DIDN’T KNOW ANY GOD DAMN BETTER I’D SAY THEY WANTED ME!

DON'T GIVE ME CRAP ABOUT MY AIM RIGHT NOW!! DO YOU KNOW HOW HARD IT IS TO HIT SOMETHING YOU CAN'T SEE?!

DARE! RUN! GET OUT OF HERE! NOW!!

WHY DON’T YOU TRY AT THE THING THAT’S RIPPING APART THE FURNITURE?!

RIGHT THERE! AT YOUR TEN!

A LITTLE BUSY RUNNING AWAY FROM THE INVISIBLE HELL BEASTS AND TRYING NOT TO GET YOU MAULED TO BE PAYING ATTENTION TO THE DAMN FURNITURE!!!!

WHAT DO YOU MEAN WHERE ARE THEY?! THEY’RE RIGHT THERE!

I DON'T SEE ANYTHING! DARE YOU HAVE TO TELL ME WHERE TO AIM!

What…the fuck…are those things…?

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck…..Hellhounds!

DARE! WHERE ARE THEY?!

Yeah, except you suck at returning books, and you didn’t just come back here to read them and share with me all the stupid facts you learned. You weren’t at the library. You were never at the library.

How many poor saps have we encountered who have begged us to help them out of their deals? Remember Bella? How fucked was she? There’s no point, Blaine. All you’re doing is wasting the time that we have left. And furthermore, we got a bigger problem. While you were out wasting our god damn time trying to “save” me, something’s crept outta Hell that’s worse than Azazel. Her name’s Lilith.

There is always a way, Darius! You're not just anybody, and if there's at least a small chance we can get you out of this why not take advantage of it?! Haven't we done enough? Haven't we saved enough people that there has to be something somewhere that owes us?!

Wait-- What? Lilith? As in the Lilith? I thought it was bad when the Seven Deadly Sins clawed their way out of Hell but... this? Would the Colt even work on that level of demon?

Except, I went to the library, and unsurprisingly, you weren’t there.

So how about we not talk to me like I’m an invalid, hm? You’re not going to find a way out of my contract. It’s air tight.

Why not save yourself the trouble and implant GPS in me already? Then you'd always be able to find where I am. Surprisingly, they have this thing where you can take books out from the library and return them at a later date.

I'm just saying one of us should actually be making an effort to get you out of this deal. It's like you want to die or something!

Well maybe if you’d stop lying to me about where you’ve been disappearing to every night, I wouldn’t have to bring two hot twins into our hotel room to kill time.

It's called doing research. Do you want to bore yourself with looking through old dusty books or squinting at newspaper slides at the library all night? If so, be my guest.

Humor me. I’m going to die. I can have sex with whomever I want. Might as well get it all in while I still have the time. I get the feeling those demons ain’t too sexy in Hell.

Yeah. Yeah. I get it. You're a dead man walking but dude really? Twins? We've been the subject of people's weird twin fetishes most of our lives... And you couldn't even put a sock on the door to warn me? Though, I'm pretty sure if there's anyone who can find tail in Hell, it would be you.

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Lesser of two evils | Seblaine

Sebastian looked amused at the boy’s sudden jump, then crossed his arms and looked at him with a raised brow. “Oh, come on.. Drop the Clint Eastwood act. You and I know that it takes a lot more than that to kill me… and that you would not be wanting this cute meatsack either.” He winked at him, then put his arms down and walked around the tree so that he could be face to face with Blaine, almost like a wildcat that’s studying his prey, and somehow, Sebastian knew that Blaine would be an amazing prey to be had and enjoy, and play with. Maybe later. He chuckled at the boy’s comment, his long fingers now running down his perfectly smooth dark hair. “Oh we don’t, believe me. I’m what you would called… a rare exception.”

He snickered, somewhat amused, somewhat bitter. “I don’t know about you but I have all the time in the world.” He grinned and shook his head as he continued to walk in circles around Blaine. “Of course I know what you want. It’s the big hoopla downstairs, you know, a sort of Gossip Girl trending thing… Darius Anderson in coming over! Hark! He offered himself to save little ol’ brother Blainey! If you ask me, you guys are like the re-run of a real bad soup opera.” He shrugged as he finally stopped pacing and stood in front of Blaine. “Where there’s a will there’s a way, Blaine.. and something tells me you have lots of it.” His voice sounded smooth yet low, somewhat of a low hiss. “Thing is… how far would you really go for it? I mean, does your brother really worth all the trouble?”

The hunter's hazel eyes never strayed away from Sebastian as the taller guy circled around him. There were times when Blaine felt his height, and his smaller stature but never so much so as when he was around this six foot two demon. It was almost irritating that he had to tilt is head up, just to have a conversation but Blaine kept the irritation off of his face as Sebastian circled around him, the moonlight reflecting on all the different highlights of his chestnut colored hair. "Do you know how good my Latin is, Sebastian or should I give you demonstration? I'm sure it'll be better than my gun, right? Also, hiding behind the poor guy you're possessing? Classy."

Blaine tucked away his gun again, crossing his arms over his chest as the demon's continued to look at him like he was an all you could eat buffet, the long and slender fingers brushing across Blaine's neatly gelled hair. Quickly he jerked away from the touch, stomping out the wandering thoughts those fingers playing parts of him like a finely tuned piano before they could start. "I'm sure you're a special and unique snowflake. Whatever you've got to tell yourself to not feel like anonymous henchmen number 3."

He glared each time their eyes locked together, never moving a muscle out of his spot. "I wish I had the same luxury but my... Dare's time is limited and I don't have any of it to waste playing with you." Again Blaine rolled his eyes, jaw set tight with a serious look on his face. It turned his stomach to know that Hell was excited to get their hands on Darius' soul. Story of their life though. The wonder twins, those Anderson brothers who were supposed to be so special. Both of them were supposed to be apart of Azazel's plans but only Blaine had the misfortune of being the one who got bled into before the yellow-eyed bastard had been interrupted. He was the lucky winner of having his brother look at him every day like an abomination or a ticking time bomb ready to explode.

As soon as Sebastian started speaking again, it really did take a lot of self-restraint not to pull his gun out and shoot the guy. That was his brother he was mocking after all. "I don't need the highlights from Hell's Us Weekly, Sebastian. Darius did a stupid thing because of me and I have to find a way to get him out of it." For a second Blaine's voice broke, his own guilt seeping in through the cracks. It was a weakness, a well known one by now. You did whatever you could for family and Darius was his only family. Blaine wouldn't know how to live or survive without him. Darius had been looking out for him his whole life. Despite them being the same age, he was always older and tougher. Which had given Blaine freedoms like being able to run away for a time -- to selfishly escape this life and go to school. He had been making something of himself until it pulled him back in like some twisted mafia movie.

When the demon stopped walking, the hunter stepped in closer toward him; masking any bit of fear he might have as he glanced up at the taller male. "He is my brother! I don't care what I have to do as long as it saves him. That idiot doesn't get to sacrifice himself, leave me behind and expect me to do nothing about it." He tried to control the tremble in his voice or keep his expression neutral but Blaine had always been bad at poker faces. "He's my twin brother..." The last words came out desperately. No one understood their bond. What it meant to be twins, stuck in this life and feeling the creep of danger around every corner. Without Darius, Blaine was afraid he couldn't do it anymore. He couldn't do anything anymore.

He wasn't stupid and he knew that Sebastian could easily exploit him right now or lead him on a wild goose chase until Dare's time ran out but there was no other option. He'd take the help and possible manipulation of a demon if it meant there was a chance. Maybe that was what their weakness really was. Moving Heaven and Hell for each other no matter how stupid it was.

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Lesser of two evils | Seblaine

Ever since he occupied that boy’s body, maybe not a year ago, Sebastian had enjoy of the simple pleasures of life that humans sometimes took for granted. And he had never had as much fun like he was having in his current meatsack, which made him think of him as a keeper for a long time; or at least, for as long as he was cunning enough to out run the hunters that seemed to come out like cockroaches every time you turned the lights off. Especially the Andersons. Those pesky little boys, who seemed to go out of their way to meddle with the plans the Dark Lord might had. Sebastian had been around for a long while by now, literarlly for centuries, and he could swore that he had never met anyone so annoying as Darius and Blaine Anderson, which made his early choice of offering himself to trace their path at first, so he could see what the fuss was all about, one of his biggest regrets, and that was saying something.

But whereas Darius was a pain in the ass, smartmouth asshole prick, who Sebastian itched to snap his neck with the flick of his wrist, there was something about his brother Blaine, something alluring behind those hazelnut colored puppy eyes that never failed to draw the taller boy’s attention. So alike and so different at the same time, and Sebastian knew just how much of a difference it was; he could read in their souls things they wouldn’t even told each other. But beyond all that, there was the ever present, bordeline ridiculous need for them to throw themselves into the fire for the sake of the other, and most recently it had led to Darius to offer his own soul to get his little brother back. Not a smart move indeed, and the older brother was clearly unaware of the mess he had stepped himself into.

Because Sebastian knew just how bad the fiery pits of Hell were, and even he had to acknowledge and praise the fact that if it was fear what they were seeking, they had really suceeded. Even if it wasn’t something demons would say out loud, every hour of every day that they got to roam on Earth was precious to them, and therefore they went into great efforts to prolongue their staying for as long as they could.

Which had landed Sebastian the most peculiar tasks lately, including helping Blaine to find whatever way out for Darius. How very Titanic-like of them. You jump, I jump. Nevertheless, it had served him as of much amusement to try and crack down the possible clues and leads laying around, it felt almost like he was helping him hunt something down and it was pretty hilarious. So that night, he put on a pair of black jeans and a white shirt, which he left half unbuttoned, plus a black jacket, then headed to where Blaine had asked him to go, quelle surprise, somewhere really far away, most likely so that Darius wouldn’t find out about them.

One of his many abilities included to be able to stay in the shadows without being noticed, and so he stayed there, watching with sparkling eyes as Blaine walked up to their meeting point, and he bit back a chuckle when he heard the other boy muttering.

"Maybe I just wanted to see how much you realy missed me, Anderson."

And just like that, he was standing on the other side of the tree Blaine was leaning on, with a wide smirk splattered on his face.

#para:sebastian #para:lote

Blaine nearly jumped out of his skin when he heard the smooth voice sounding so close to him. Out of reflex, he pulled out his gun, one finger on the trigger pointing it at the demon who appeared out of the shadows themselves, as though he were one of them. It wasn't every day a demon could get the drop on him but maybe he was just tired. All of Blaine's time recently between jobs these days was spend scouring stacks of books and following every dead end he could possible track. Somewhere, someone knew a way out of this. Hopefully that someone was Sebastian.

The hunter didn't didn't make a move to lower his gun as he raised his brows at the taller one's smirk. It took a lot sometimes for him to remember that Sebastian wasn't a person. He wasn't the captivating green eyes or the wiry muscle limps that could probably move in ways Blaine only fantasized about, or even that attractive face that could render anyone weak in the knees. No, what Sebastian was, was a shell of some poor guy tapped in his own head while a demon wore him like a skin suit -- doing God knows what. He was something Blaine and Darius spent their lives hunting and killing.

"And they say demons have no sense of modest. Careful, Smythe, before you start giving your kind a bad name." He joked dryly, risking taking his eyes off of the lanky male just long enough to scan the area again. Feeling like it was relatively safe, Blaine lowered his gun. "Can we skip the foreplay here because neither one of us has time for pleasantries. You know what I want to know. How do I get Darius out of his deal?"

I don't know if I should judge you for the bendy twins or high five you. Either way, I need brain bleach after that. There are some things one should never see their brother in the act of -- You having sex would be one of those things.

#supernatural au rp #andertwins rp #blaine anderson rp #anderson twin rp #darius

Lesser of two evils | Seblaine

The jobs kept them busy as the Anderson brothers moved from town to town hunting down whatever monster was causing trouble. Most of their car rides were filled with Blaine trying to find loopholes in the contract. Ways around it to save Darius before the deadline. A week wasn't much, but despite him wanting them to hold up in a cabin somewhere until they figured this out, Darius refused. He wanted to be on the road doing what they always did. He tried to force Blaine to stop looking because going back on the deal would cost Blaine his life again, but he couldn't. He wouldn't.

The whole time, Blaine had been meeting with or talking to Sebastian whenever he was away from Darius long enough to do so. If there was one person that could find a way around this -- it would be a demon. He had crossed paths with Sebastian months ago and for some reason the demon had saved his life when Blaine had gotten himself over his head on a job. Since then, Sebastian had a way of showing up at random times, with his silver tongue, honey and sugar words that could charm a snake. He had told Blaine that there were ways of controlling who he was and what he could do but Sebastian was a demon. Demons could never be trusted. Honestly, he should've sent the long-legged guy back to Hell a long time ago but for some reason he didn't. If Dare knew, he wouldn't hesitate to exorcise Sebastian because that was what they did.

Maybe it was time that he finally made use of Sebastian or at least tried to see if there was a way around Dare's contract that would keep his brother from going to the pit. As the Anderson brothers pulled into a crappy motel that was right next to a bar. They did what they always do. Laid out the fact of the job, settled into their temporary home and it wasn't long before Dare found himself at the bar.

"Life's too short, not to have a good drink and a good lay." He had told Blaine as though it was supposed to be some kind of joke. Which left the younger twin rolling his eyes and leaving him to his own vices while going about his own business.

They had already agreed upon a meeting place. Just after midnight, Blaine was leaning against a tree, hands in his pockets and eyes scanning everywhere alert to his surroundings. He pulled out one hand, glancing down at his watch, with a sigh. "Leave it to a demon to be late," he griped hoping that Darius was distracted enough for the night not to be keeping tabs on him.

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Crossroads || Anderbros

Never in a million years would Dare have imagined he would lose Blaine. Despite all of their struggles and their life of living hell, not Blaine. He imagined having to coach Blaine through losing him, if he’d of been so fortunate enough, but never to have to hold the younger twin in his arms and watch as the life left his eyes. He held him, he tried ever so desperately to stem the heavy flow of blood oozing from Blaine’s open wound, but there was nothing more that could be done. He refused to give up, screaming at Blaine, shaking his shoulders as his head drooped back and the strength began to leave his body.

"BLAINE! BLAINE! DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE DIE ON ME! BLAINE!” He screamed until he was hoarse, until every last ounce of Blaine’s blood had coated the ground beneath their knees and there was nothing more than crimson gravel beneath his knees. He choked on air, his hands beneath his brother’s cooling body coated in that sticky blood. He was dead. Dare had failed, and there was nothing more he could to try and…

…Yes. Yes there was. Scooping up Blaine’s limp and lifeless body, he carried him back to the nearest motel, crossing Blaine’s arms over his chest and ensuring that there was a demon trap encircled around him. The last thing he wanted was a demon getting inside Blaine’s body before Dare had a time to finish out his task. Shakily he found the bottle of booze he’d stashed away to celebrate their victory of murdering Azazel, and swallowed several mouthfuls of hard vodka. He stared at Blaine’s body, his lips parted with the fainted formed words of his final apology, his eyes half-cracked and staring into the void. Was he at peace? Would bringing him back only be putting him in more hell? No. No Blaine needed to come back. Dare couldn’t fucking exist without him. He couldn’t function. Blaine needed to come back. He needed to live. They still had so many years together, they had lives they had…they had each other.

With two more swallows of his drink, Dare stumbled to the nearest crossroads with his box stuffed under his arm. Dropping low to the ground, he dug with his hands and buried it in the Earth, taking another heavy swallow of his drink as he stared into the darkness.

"WELL COME ON YOU FUCHJKERS! YOU GOT ME! I’M RIGH ‘ERE!"

"You reek of booze, Squirrel." A voice finally caught his attention and he whirled on his heel and nearly toppled over.

"Bring ‘em back…" Dare slurred, approaching the demon and throwing his drink to the ground. "I want ‘im back."

"Now why would we do that, darling? We’re quite content with one of—"

"No yer not." Dare interrupted, getting into that thing’s face. “You want me. I’m the one. You can have me.”

The demon pursed his lips, arms behind his back and poised, truly contemplating Dare’s arrangement.

"You want your brother back? It’s gonna cost you."

"I’m ‘ware. You can has me."

"Usually our little…arrangements run for about ten years. But you…you Mr. Anderson…my boss has a special interest in you. Two weeks."

Dare swallowed the lump that had suddenly formed in his throat and took a small step back. Two weeks? Two weeks left with Blaine? He’d be leaving Blaine behind. But Blaine had school. Blaine had friends and…people he could turn to. Dare had nothing. Blaine would be so much better off without him.

"Do we have a deal?" The demon mused, eyes blackening, outstretching his hand to shake.

"…Deal."

With a grin, the demon leaned forward and roughly grabbed Dare’s face, sealing the arrangement with a vile kiss. Dare shoved him back, and with a cold chuckle, the demon disappeared. Stumbling his way drunkenly back to the motel, Dare made it back just in time to see the faint flutter of Blaine’s eyes beginning to open, life returning to him, color appearing back into his cheekbones. Dare sat on the end of the bed, unscrewing the cap from a flask he had in his pocket. When Blaine sat up, he immediately splashed holy water in Blaine’s face.

"…Sorry." He mused with a weak smile. "Had to be sure."

He made a move to hug his brother, but with his clothing still coated in Blaine’s blood, he retracted his arms and pressed his forearms against his knees. He couldn’t look at Blaine for too long, the vivid image of his collapsed and pale body limp in his arms still too strong to bare.

"You died. You…You made a fucking mistake…and you fucking died. But you’re okay now. I…I got you help."