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Amber Heard in NYC (June 19).
  âOh itâs not  anything important,       just life I suppose. Yeah,      I was thinking about life.â
   â Life, huh? Yeah, life's a tricky bastard. â
Iâm no hero, guilty as charged.
The Three Stages of Demonic Possession;
1.  INFESTATIONâ- This is where the demon makes itself known. Knocks or rapping on walls (always in sets of 3). Strange happenings. Whispers, strange electrical activity, objects moving, etc. Most of the time voices and knocks come from the left side.
2.  OPPRESSIONâ- This is where the demon picks a specific person and tries to break them down to a point of despair so it can take over the body. It will use a wide array of things to alienate that person from family and friends. Trouble sleeping, nightmares, hallucinations, fits of violence and self hate. This can be quick or take days, months, years.
3. POSSESSIONâ- This is where it will actually take control of the body. Still trying to break the will to possess the soul which they cannot do unless it is completely broken down. This is the ultimate goal of the demon, to steal the soul once the possessed dies or commits suicide.
     "My hair always looks cute.â       Dean gives a flutter of his eyebrows,       before a helpless smile curls onto his       lips.
     "Donât worry, I wonât tell anyone âbout       your hidden nice side. Lips sealed.â       The male sends a mischievous wink       in the direction of the blonde before       continuing. âBut, hey. Your hair looks       kinda cute like that, too. Maybe we could       spend a day washing and braiding our       hair while watching The Notebook.â
      â  Whatever helps you sleep         at night.  â       Reese finds herself rolling her       eyes at his comment. She       won't admit to herself it's true       though.
         â  What hidden nice side? I'm             a badass bitch, pfft. & you             know, that actually sounds             kinda nice. But what you             should do beforehand is             go fuck yourself. â
"They say silence is golden, but I just think itâs plain old rude. You really ought to speak up before I get the wrong impression and kill you."Â
    â  I - I'm sorry. I don't know this place very well and it's just so difficult to, well.. Be normal, I suppose. I am sorry. Just.. Don't kill me. Not today.  â
"Youâve⊠never had mustard?
  I - here, try it.â
He passed her the mustard bottle, an amused smile lighting up his features.
 "Itâs.. kind of sour."
â Â Why are you laughing? Don't laugh. Â â
      Ariel is now starting to worry; her doe eyes lighting up with innocence. But yet, she'll never know if she likes something if she never tries. And she takes the bottle from him, and squeezes it gently into her mouth. But of course, this doesn't go as planned and basically explodes, almost drowning herself in the substance. Not to mention.. It was bloody awful.
    âNo I saw nothingâŠ- it was probably nothing that you saw aswell?â   [ Bloody hell, you are in so much trouble doing magic in front of a muggle ]
     â  Oh. Well. I'm sorry to hear that, it was really magnificent.  â
              ( reacting in such a human manner was proving to                be much more difficult then the others had made                it out to be. )
"Sorry, what did you say sweetheart?"
  â  Don't you sweetheart me, Dean Winchester.  â
"Are you serious?" Alex groaned and slumped down on the couch next to the Angel. "Arenât you the one whoâs supposed to be lecturing me about not being lazy?â She chuckled, playfully nudging the brunetteâs shoulder. Â "Shouldnât we be out and take care of the aftermath of the apocalypse-that-didnât-happen?"
     â  Of course I'm serious. Why wouldn't I be serious? This is a very ----serious matter! â The angel responded, her eyebrows furrowed in a confused manner. â  You get me to live among the humans, you didn't tell me I'd ever feel so.. Unhappy.  â
"Believe me, you havenât even tried."
       â  Tried what?  â
    âThereâs no point in actinâ the innocent one, Reese. We both know youâre anythinâ but innocent.â He commented in jest, smirk still evident as his foot took another dig at her â slightly harder this time around. âDonât yâdare play coy, when youâre still kickinâ at me, blondie.â He forewarned, brows raised in vague amusement. âWhatâre you trynna write, anyway? Youâre not gettinâ very far, Iâll say that much.âÂ
           â  -- pfft. What's that supposed t'mean?  â She's not sure what he's talking about, she was every meaning of the world 'angelic'. Alright, that was a lie. Maybe. And as soon as she says the word 'mean', she's kicking him right back with equal amount of force. â  Stop being immature and stop kicking me. â
        â  What are you talking about?     I've made an exceptional amount of progress.  â
She twists her notebook around so he can have a good old look at the word ' RESEARCH ' planted in the centre of the paper. That and several doodles of the Devil's trap surrounding it.
  âYou canât really look like you      and expect people not to stare â      Alright, sorry. Iâll take my droolinâ      where itâll be appreciated.â
         â  Wow, smooth.    How long y'been workin' on that one? â
âSorry, I w-was just um thinking.â
    â  Mind if I ask what you're thinking about?  â
"My word?" He hadnât thought of what HIS word would be, and he isnât sure that he would want it to be âstarey.â "If mine is starey, then what would yours be?"
   â  ---- I haven't really thought about it. Badass? â
SUPERNATURAL AU: Female Dean and Sam
"Starey..? Thatâs not even a word." Leon deadpans."
" It should be a word. It would be your word. Â Â Â Your word to describe you. "