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Going on an indefinite hiatus for now. I just feel like I have too many other things going on, blog-wise and irl-wise. I love you all! Let me know if you want my personal so we can still chat.

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Sam debated with himself whether or not he should run after the thing, but when he saw Jessica lying on the floor, crying, any intentions other than to help her quickly disappeared. 

“Jess? Are you okay, are you hurt?” he kneeled down to check on her.

Jess was on the floor with a man standing over her, when he sees Sam he disappears, before he can see his face. Jess is crying on the floor, trembling. Not hurt yet, aside from the bruises already forming from being thrown around.

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Sam let his eyes linger on his brother’s car for a moment longer as it drove away, and then turned around to head inside the apartment. Immediately, he noticed something was off; there were crashing sounds coming from inside the bedroom. Sam quickly hurried his pace, running past a plate of cookies and violently pushing the door open to see what was going on. It’s probably nothing, it’s probably nothing, it’s probably nothing...

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Sam opened his eyes, groggy and confused. And sore. Last thing Sam remembered, he’d been fighting... well, something. He couldn’t quite seem to recall. Maybe he’d had a head injury? Dean would know... except, the older Winchester was nowhere to be found. Helping himself up with the weight of his right hand, Sam looked around to try and decipher where he was. There was nothing for miles; just an open field. But if he listened very, very closely, he could hear the faint rumble of cars. Figuring it was best bet, he headed toward what he desperately hoped was the highway, reaching in his pocket to grab his phone and call Dean. But it was dead. Of course.

I couldn’t save you

Here Dean sat in the middle of the soft green grass, the sun was setting in the distance and the only company the older Winchester had was an empty bottle of Jack Daniel’s and his pearl pistol. He had tears in his eyes as he opened up another bottle of the drink. “I’m sorry that this time I wasn’t enough.” He clenches his throat. “I should have been there, it should be me laying there in the ground.” Dean knew that there was no body there under the headstone, he wouldn’t allow it. Everyone that he was close to that had passed away, Dean made sure got the hunter’s funeral. He had set the body ablaze himself. “Now I have nothing left and I can’t go on…this is check out time for me.” He says as he picks up his gun and heads back to the car. Dean wouldn’t try anything out in the open like this. He starts heading back towards the hotel. 

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“Cas?” Sam asked upon seeing him, taking a relieved breath. The woman had decided to return, probably thinking it best to finish the job. It was smart on her part; too bad that she didn’t have an angel on her side. “You okay?” he inquired, holding his bleeding right side with his left hand, and pointing a gun with the other.  

Sam hadn’t been sure when Cas was going to return, or even if he would at all. He knew from past experience that it took awhile, but this woman seemed pretty advanced. For all he knew, it had been less of a banishing spell and more of a destructive force. Luckily, as he looked at his friend, Sam realized that that didn’t seem to be the case.

When Castiel had been sent away by the banishing sigil, he only allowed himself a few moments of disorientation before planning a path back to the bunker. For all he knew, the woman in the bunker could be there with the intention to kill. He didn’t have a second to spare. 

It took him exactly 6 hours, 15 minutes, and 26 seconds to return to the bunker, hopping trains and buses as he made his journey back to Lebanon. The whole time he had been fretting. What if he was just a second too late?

He all but burst into the bunker, eyes flashing blue and angel blade in hand. The woman knew he was an angel. Might as well give her what she was expecting. He was furious that she had gotten the drop on them the first time, so he wasn’t going to hold back if she was still around. 

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The rules are simple! post ten (or however many idk) characters you’d like to roleplay as, then tag ten people to do the same. aside from that, please REPOST instead of reblogging.

Tagged by the bae that is: @jessicaleemoore

Lexie Grey - Grey’s Anatomy

Hermione Granger - Harry Potter

Rory Gilmore - Gilmore Girls

Willow Rosenberg - Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Riley Matthews - Girl Meets World

Merlin - BBC Merlin

Guinevere - BBC Merlin

Jo Harvelle - Supernatural

Beth March - The March Family Letters

Wynonna Earp - Wynonna Earp

Tagging: 

@caffinatedcastiel

@shotgunsandcheapmotels

@bulletsandbracelets

And anyone else who wants to do this!

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Tagged by @jessicaleemoore   <33333

RULES: Answer 10 questions, tag 10 people, please repost don’t reblog ♥︎:

1. WHAT’S THE LAST MOVIE YOU SAW?: Wish Upon a Star

2. LAST SONG YOU LISTENED TO?: Going Home by Emma Blackery. It’s a beautiful tribute song to Christina Grimmie. <3

3. LAST SHOW YOU WATCHED?: Girl Meets World! :)

4. LAST BOOK YOU READ?: Every Last Word by Tamara Ireland Stone.

5. LAST THING YOU ATE?:  An english muffin breakfast sandwich type thing.

6. IF YOU COULD BE ANYWHERE ELSE RIGHT NOW, WHERE WOULD YOU BE?: I’m actually about to go on a really cool trip to London and Amsterdam so one of those places because I am excite!

7. WHAT DECADE WOULD YOU WANT TO TRAVEL TO?: The 90s! I was born in 1999, but I didn’t get to experience the culture of it and it sounds neat to me..

8. IF YOU WON THE LOTTERY AND GOT MILLIONS IN CASH, WHAT WOULD YOU DO FIRST?: I don’t even know??? Maybe buy a bookstore!

9. WHAT FICTIONAL CHARACTER WOULD YOU HANG OUT WITH FOR A DAY?: Sam Winchester, always and forever. (Though let’s be real, I want to hang out with him for more than a day.) Or Lexie Grey from Grey’s Anatomy! She’s so sweet. Fav character on that show, definitely.

10. WHAT WAS THE LAST FANDOM YOU JOINED?: Grey’s Anatomy!

Tagging: @caffinatedcastiel @thedeanofhell @shotgunsandcheapmotels @rubysredblood @bulletsandbracelets and anyone else who wants to!

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        Sam enjoyed himself with Jessica’s father, truly. Fishing was hardly his favorite pastime, but the man was nice enough and trying very hard to take an interested in him, which he appreciated. Still, that didn’t change the fact that Sam couldn’t wait to get back to their house and see Jessica, so relief flooded over him when her father declared it was time to begin packing up.

nbsp;       “Thank you from bringing me, sir. I feel lucky to have an opportunity to get to know Jessica’s family,” Sam stated as he helped to fold the chairs and put the poles in the back of the car. 

         “Of course, son. I figure I at least owe it to Jess to try and like the boy that she brings home, and you’re a worthy fisherman.”

         He was  probably lying, because Sam caught nothing and wasn’t trying all that hard to, but it made him smile nonetheless. “I can’t imagine that’s true,” he admitted as he climbed into the passenger seat. The heat that had been pounding on the back of his neck left; it felt good to be in a vehicle with air conditioning, because, for the time of year, it was pretty damn warm. “My dad was always pretty busy, so there was never really any time for a proper fishing lesson.”

         Though he was staring straight ahead, hands politely folded in his lap, Sam could feel Mr. Moore staring at him sideways. He glanced over, quickly. No pity, which was good, but no dislike either. Even better. “I’m assuming that mean you never had a proper Thanksgiving either,” Mr. Moore said, a quiet sparkle in his eye. 

         “No, sir. Not really.”

         “Well, we oughtta fix that.” The rest of the drive was filled with small bits of chatter, here and there, some of it small- “Classes are okay, profesors are hard graders,” “I really like the apartment me and Jess have,” “I’m thinking about law school in the future,” and some of it big- “No, I never knew my mother,” “I’m not really on speaking terms with my family right now,” “I care about Jessica more than anyone.”

           All in all, Sam felt like he’d sufficiently scored some good parent points. The good mood didn’t carry, though, because when they entered the house, Sam could feel the tense air of an argument. “Everything okay?” he asked.

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  “The kid’s not like us, Jess. There’s something he’s hiding and you’re more stupid than I thought if you can’t see it.” Her older brother’s tone was cold, but not quite as cruel as his stare. He’d only met her boyfriend less than forty-eight hours ago and already he was judging him. “I don’t like the guy, alright?” She wanted to know what gave him the right; what it was that made him feel so superior? The irony? Sam was a better man than he would ever be.

    The blonde felt nauseous, but her anger overpowered all other weaker emotions. She was in a minor state of shock. This was far from what she expected from her own blood. “His name is Sam.” Her voice was fragile, on the edge of breaking; she was reeling from the amount of insensitivity shown by her brother. “And no, it’s not alright. How dare you say that to me.” 

   Sam was currently out on a fishing trip with her father and if he was anywhere close to being a decent brother, he would have been there too. “You don’t even know him, Justin.” It was completely unfathomable to her, how much prejudice he possessed. Of course, he was quick to interject. “And you do? How long have you been fuckin’ him? All he’s doing is using you.” 

   It didn’t even take him that long to reach a new low. Hell, she didn’t know why she didn’t expect this. Clearly, his issues were derived from his own experiences. “I’m not you or Jenna. I’m not the prodigal children and you know what? I wouldn’t want to be. Sam isn’t just some college fling, we live together, we’re in love and maybe if you weren’t such an asshole, you’d know the meaning of the word. So either you accept it and start making an effort, or you leave.” 

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       Sam rubbed his forehead, trying to blink away tears. The wound in his stomach was bloody, but it wouldn’t kill him. Everyone was gone. Dean. Cas. Chuck. Crowley and Rowena sure as hell hadn’t stuck around either, not that that was a bad thing. But he was all alone again.

      Could be worse, he thought to himself. The world could be done for, and thanks to Dean, it lives another day. The price was just enormous.

       Just as he was sitting down at one of the stools in the bunker’s kitchen, he heard a noise. Was it that british woman, come back to shoot him again? He doubted it, but, out of habit, reached his gun.

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          Wincing in pain, Sam opted to ignore Ruby standing in front of him  as he pressed a washcloth to the wound in his arm. He wasn’t exactly sober enough to completely feel the burn, though. Dean had been gone for a few weeks, maybe, and it had been... hard. Sam was coping as best he could. Sort of. Okay, so drinking himself into oblivion and going on dangerous hunts solo wasn't exactly smart, but whatever.

          The motel room wasn’t anything special, but it had a bed and a working bathroom, so it was good enough for Sam. Reminded him of Dean, even. Before, the retro wallpaper and stale carpet smell would have been a stinging reminder of forgotten birthdays and tense, informal Thanksgivings. Now, though, for better or for worse, it just reminded him of his brother. At any rate, Sam hadn’t really wanted to be found and figured this was probably a good a place as any to hide out. Apparently not.

           “What do you want, Ruby?” he sighed long and deep, rubbing at his eye and wishing for an hour of sleep or a shot of whiskey- whichever was the most readily available. He smiled, an anguished, sad expression on his features. "I don't need a babysitter."

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“She, uh, passed, yeah. Both of them. I’m so sorry,” Sam responded, dejected shoulders slumping a little. He took a deep breath and tried not to let the heartbreaking, bloody memory flood in.

“Knew? Did something happen to Jo? Is she gone? What about Ellen?” She says and looks up kind of shocked. Jo promised her that she would be careful. “Yeah Jo and I had a thing back in the day. Before I left her to follow in my fathers footsteps.” She says sighing. 

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Hello, everyone! I’m really sorry I haven’t been on in quite a while. At first I was just having trouble to keep up with the blog, then I was having issues remembering what email it’s connected to. I’ll be sure to get by to everyone I’ve been interacting with really soon- probably tomorrow, maybe tonight. Thank you, and again, I’m really sorry!

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Against some of his instincts, Sam agreed. It seemed like the thing to do would be research; only, research what? He’d have to trust Cordelia on this one. Trust the woman he’d known for all of ten minutes, that was. “Okay,” he complied, smiling politely as she patted his shoulder. “Where do you want to go?”

“Apocalypses. Living in Sunnydale, you learn the plural.” she joked. “Look I don’t pick champions, the powers that be do, not me handsome. Plus in my experiences they pick some champions you just wouldn’t expect. Last champion I worked with was a vampire with a soul.”  she said,reaching over to pat his shoulder. “Come on, lets go get lunch, we’ll talk. Figure this whole thing out and what we can do to stop it okay?”

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                    Sam managed to wonder around for a while longer before realizing he’d made it to the living room, a swarm of bodies dancing and the room warm with alcohol and chatter. He was tipsy, but he certainly wasn’t drunk, that would take a lot more than one drink. 

            He made his way around, sharing polite smiles and making a couple of friendly remarks to familiar faces before he saw Jessica. Some guy was grinding very close to her, something like a leer sketched on his face. Anyone within a five mile radius could see Jessica was uncomfortable; why wasn’t anyone paying attention? He made his way over them in time to hear the guy’s last question.

            “Right here,” Sam practically barked, in a far away voice that didn’t quite sound like his own. He grabbed the guys arm, nails sinking in, and pulled with quite a bit of force until he was knocked back and stumbled on his feet. A few people stopped in their tracks to gasp and wonder what was going to happen next, but for the most part, the music and the partying continued. “What the hell did you think you were doing, man? She said to let her go. Back off.” Sam shoved again, but left it at that. The other guy started to come after him, Sam could feel it on his heels, but someone must have stopped him. 

             “Are you alright?” he asked Jessica, soft and reassuring, a definite contrast to his voice only moments before.

   The drinks were flowing far too easily, as Jessica continued to party with Gregg and his friends. Her new friends. She made a mental note to hang out with them more often, given the level of fun she was currently experiencing. “Hey Jess, ‘you still dating that Winchester kid?” 

   Her body was too busy moving to the beat of the music to even register Gregg’s question. The blonde was consumed by the upbeat pop rock tempo, every inch of her lost in song. It was only when the male’s arms slid themselves snugly around her waist, that alarm bells started to ring “Woah there, whatcha’ doing?” She asked, already feeling completely uncomfortable. “Let go.”

    There was only one person who was allowed to touch her like that, one person who she let invade her physical space. “Come on, we’re just dancing.” He purred in her ear, yet the way he began to grind himself up against her told her he was most definitely not just dancing. “Stop it, Gregg.” She struggled beneath him, unable to break out from under his grasp. “I’m with Sam.” She hissed, using her elbows to dig into his rib cage in a desperate attempt to regain control. However it was to no avail; the raven haired male barely flinched. “Oh, yeah? Well, where is he?”

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“Jo?” Sam’s eyes narrowed. He stood up straight, and stared at the woman from where he stood. This had been a really weird day, and he just wanted to go home, eat, take a shower, and sleep for a week, but... “You knew Jo?” he couldn’t quite keep the surprise out of his voice.

“I just put two and two together. I’ve heard you really like plaid and you have pretty long hair, and you’re a giant. My old buddy Jo talked about the Winchesters quite a bit. Haven’t talked to her in about 5-6 years now though.” She says then adds a nervous laugh at the end, hoping that didn’t come across as rude.

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Sam: Thank you so much, Jess. Of course I like them- you gave them to me. I love you, too, you know. It means a lot, so thank you.

Happy Birthday, Sam!

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You are the best friend and the best boyfriend I could wish for. I know you had finals on Monday, so I wanted to wait and give you your gifts when I knew you’d be less stressed. Not that you even have anything to stress about, genius. I really hope you like them. I love you loads, baby. 

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Happy Birthday, Sam!

You are the best friend and the best boyfriend I could wish for. I know you had finals on Monday, so I wanted to wait and give you your gifts when I knew you’d be less stressed. Not that you even have anything to stress about, genius. I really hope you like them. I love you loads, baby.