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           “Yeah-- well, you didn’t give me much of a choice.” Additionally annoyed, Sam knew it would be only moments before they would be found by the pair of werewolves that they were originally hunting. They had to act, fast. With a hefty exhale, Sam scanned the area around them for something to use in their defence. Trees. It was the only option he could think of in a rash mind. “We have to get up those trees, Dean. It may be our only chance at ambushing them..”

“I know it’s too late to say this, but I think this idea of mine might actually be bad."

          “Ya’ think? What part of this whole thing did you even think was good?! I especially loved the flare gun, Dean!” the sarcasm was burning in his voice.

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           “Uh-- Tosser enough to uh-- toss someone out of a building?”

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“Well of course I know he is a tosser, but he is a gorgeous tosser .”

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“I know it’s too late to say this, but I think this idea of mine might actually be bad."

          “Ya’ think? What part of this whole thing did you even think was good?! I especially loved the flare gun, Dean!” the sarcasm was burning in his voice.

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This disease pumping through my veins, and I can’t ever rip it out or scrub it clean. I’m a whole new level of freak. | serial killer sam au | insp. from @wetsammywinchester

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          “Ye----Yeah, of course-- Cas, lets--.” the angel’s plead made perfect sense to the younger Winchester, and out of habit, Sam’s arm extended out to Cas in a hurry; wrapping around his shoulders and turning him away from the mangled corpse. “We--We’ll go outside, get some air, okay? Just-- Just bear with me, Cas.” A few deep breaths were taken in order to keep himself collected; he had to stay calm for Castiel’s sake. 

          Sam also knew that he should do something about the body-- dispose of it before it causes any further problems. But not right now, what mattered the most to the Winchester, was the angel’s condition. The moment they reached fresh air, Sam placed a single hand upon Cas’ shoulder, his expression filled with concern and empathy. “Cas...” he wasn’t entirely sure what to say, and feared saying anything wrong; he pursed his lips for the moment to avoid making a mistake. 

Castiel stared down at the bloodied blade still held tightly in his trembling hands, choosing to stay silent for a moment as he wanted to regain his composure in front of the human as he feared falling apart while the younger Winchester was there to witness it. His frantic mind searched for something, anything, to say to the Hunter, somehow not coming up with an answer while moving to run his free hand through his dark hair.

“Just get me away from here, please Sam; I don’t want to stay any longer than I have to.” His plea sounded weak coming from his lips, his voice shook as his deep blue coloured stare refused to meet the eyes of his friend, fearing how the other would look at him after knowing what the Angel had done.

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Remember that when you thank me, I didn’t save your life, you saved your life. I just helped you believe you could do it

Jared’s live stream today (brb while I go cry because moose makes me feel so freaking strong)

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Route 666

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Send "You are in so much trouble" for my muse's reaction

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          As Sam prepared the holy water, he was caught by surprise at Shelby’s sudden pained expression, she was brave, he’d give her that. “Are you okay??” it took him only seconds to return to her side, a caring hand was placed carefully on her shoulder. “I think we can take it now, but... I think you should stay back, in case it comes for you again--- don’t worry, I can handle it.” One small reassuring smile later, and Sam was headed past the salt line by the door, calling out to the spirit. 

          “Hey! Come out--” he had the water ready to splash the moment it showed itself, he’d defeat this thing no matter what. There was no room for failure. 

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           Spitefully, Sam knocks the newspaper to the ground once it’s handed back. He was in no mood for it, not anymore. “We could be out there helping him, Dean! Instead you drag me here-- and for what?!” His fist unclenches just enough to grip the bottle, Sam takes the last mouthful of his drink, before smashing it against the table in a fit of anger. “I’m tired of this--- this- this sitting around thing!” his intoxicated words began to slur and stumble, but he had a point to make. He stood up, perhaps a little too fast, the room began to spin and his eyes clenched shut just for a moment. 

          With a deep breath, he barely manages to calm his nerves. But his head still remained lowered; his hair covered his face; his eyes that slowly began to turn red and puffy--- they were fighting back tears. “D-Dean..” he shakes his head, filled with self-loathe. “This is.. Dean this is all my fault-- and I.. I need.. to make it-----it right..” 

              The outburst caught Dean by surprise. Usually the temper tantrums were his department. The smirk was wiped from his face immediately, replaced by a serious and somewhat concerned expression as he slowly handed the newspaper back. “You don’t think I care about Cas?” He was offended at the very notion. The angel had become his best friend over the years, one Dean was protective of. 

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11x15 Beyond the Mat

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          “Mistake, huh? I find that really hard to believe. This place was locked up tight, there’s no way you could just accidentally end up here.” 

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spiritualiisms:

    𝓢helby held her hand out to take Sam’s gesture to help her up from the ground. She dusted herself off quickly before Sam pulled her closer towards him in a protective manner. Her cheeks turned a soft shade of pink before she shook her head lightly. This is not the time to be blushing over being close together. This is serious. Now get a grip. She thought to herself. “On the count of three? We have to move quick– soon as we get in there search for something iron to use as a weapon- well for me anyways. And salt. Sage. Container for somehow making holy water- I’ve never done it before. But Sage should work.”  Looking up at Sam, she gave a small nod indicating that she was ready before looking back at the spirit. It was waiting for them to make the first move no doubt. “Go, go, go!” She said quietly and quickly, taking the lead out of the room and down the hallway towards the kitchen. Don’t touch me, don’t touch me, don’t touch me. She thought to herself. The last thing she wanted was for it to attack her, it had already drained part of her energy.

               With a single nod, Sam was ready just as she. He ran towards the kitchen, keeping his arm near Shelby’s back for protection; and to make sure she kept up, of course. The moment they reached the kitchen, Sam held the crowbar to her. “Here, take it. Just in case-- you’re better off with something to protect yourself for the moment.” 

          He rummaged through cupboards, and soon enough a satisfied grin spread itself across his face. “No Sage, but I found something even better.” From a drawer, he pulls out a silver-lined Rosary. “Now we just need to-- ah!” As fast as he could, Sam fills a jug with tap water and drops the rosary inside. “Just-- bear with me, this’ll only take a moment.” His eyes scanned the room quickly for their spiritual guest. He couldn’t see anything, and so begun his incantation. 

              “--Exorcizo te, creatura aquae.                                          In nomine dei patris omnipotentis et in virtute spiritus sancti.”

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