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Updated rules post.

Rules:

1. Please, only interact if you are 18+.

2. Multi-fandom cross-over friendly and OC friendly. But I will not RP with ideas or tropes I am uncomfortable with. Sorry.

3. I do not write smut. Just not comfortable with it. So, please don't ask.

4. Triggers will be tagged.

5. I'm generally ok with writing violence and gore.

6. I do not ship wincest. No hate. I just will not be RPing that. I apologize.

7. I prefer semi-literate RP's by post. DM's fine too. I will no longer be RPing through DM's as it's messy for me and I lose focus a lot.

8. If it's been over 2 days and I haven't replied, feel free to send me a message.

9. If you are not involved in the RP thread, please don't reblog it.

So, like this post or shoot me a dm if you'd like to RP. I have around 3 years of experience and I'm generally very flexible to new ideas and AU's. So, let's do this!

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OOC

Firstly, I'd like to sincerely apologize for my constantly fluctuating activity. Been a bit busy.

I'm considering bringing Dean back. I have to admit though, I lost muse for him and I am yet to regain it fully BUT....

Like this for a fresh starter? ♡

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Temporary hiatus.

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Doubt. Serious doubt. As to why he ever thought it'd be okay to bring this guy along with him on a hunt. The 'killing-monsters' part of the hunt? Yeah, he'd benefit from having a medievel witch-hunter on his side, sure. Talking to the police? Maybe this guy should have waited in the car for this one...

"Ah... you'll have to excuse my partner there, sheriff." A shy chuckle escapes him. Gotta turn the charm on. "He's new!" He pulled out a badge, flashing it for just a second in the sheriff's face before tucking it away quickly. "He's uh...", he eyed Hansel's outfit, cringing slightly.

"He's really into the whole LARP-ing thing..." With that and an apologetic nod, Dean dragged Hansel away trying his best to be subtle. Once they were out of earshot, he let him go. "Okay. This ain't gonna work. You're not in a fairytale anymore and you can't go around tellin' people you're a", he glanced around, lowering his voice, "-a witch hunter! Normal people don't believe in the supernatural. So, for now, you are John Letterman, FBI agent." He thrust the badge in Hansel's direction. "Who really digs fantasy roleplay." He muttered with a tone of defeat.

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Hansel wasn’t accustomed to hunting in this time period and it showed. Dean had been questioning sheriff about the recent kidnappings when Hansel strolled up his gun on his shoulder.

“Sheriff.” he says nodding

“Who the hell are you?” the sheriff asks his hand on his own gun as he watches the stranger.

“Hansel, Witch hunter, from the looks of your local papers you need one. you might not know of me but I’m the best there is” he says offering his hand.

The sheriff raised his eyebrows. “Very funny, this is serious investigation so I’m going to need you to go home and put the gun away before you hurt someone.”

Hansel’s eyebrows wrinkled. “I know it’s serious, two kids are missing, that’s why I’m here! To help!”

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"That's what we're here for, kid!" He mirrorred her actions and slammed his own fist down on the wood between them. Their voices rang through the abandoned shed. The others of the group chose to remain silent, not wanting to interfere. Or maybe, it was due to the obvious fact that none of them had anything better to say.

"I get where you're coming from. I do, Evo. But you're no good to me, half-dead! So, either you clean up your act or I demote you to watch-duty and you can sulk up there with Chuck."

Tirelessly, the days passed ever since his brother had taken the fall. The virus had consumed more than a good 3/4th of the people and the few that remained began to lose hope. Rations were running low. Some of them were beginning to get restless. Dean already had enough in his head to drive out any hope of peaceful sleep at night. To learn that Evo was neglecting basic health regimes was the last straw.

“There’s nothing wrong with looking after yourself. It’s not selfish.”

From endverse!Dean - @i-met-scooby

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"No way.." she mumbled, looking down at the paper in front of her. Ever since Sam had accepted Lucifer, Evo did not rest. She did not sit down and take a minute. There was too much going on and Evo felt like she was the only sane one in this household at this point.

"The world needs help and no one is doing a damn thing about it!" she suddenly yelled, slamming her hands on the table she was sitting at. Evo is usually a calm and collected person in situations like this but it was really getting to her because she felt like she was getting nowhere. Looking after herself was the last thing on her mind.

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//OOC

OKAY. I am seriously in the mood for some endverse!dean. Somebody please like this for a starter or for me to pop into your dms to plot something.

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favorite spn moments // 5x4 Dean opening his beer Like That

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For my 7k Followers Celebration ↳ @inacatastrophicmind requested: Dean + dorky moments

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Prompts from The Banner Saga 1 game by Stoic Studio - part 2:

❝ Thanks for killing the only ones holding this place together. ❞

❝ But all those people you just let in here? DEAD. All those women and children with you? DEAD. ❞

❝ I don’t take sides. Too hard to tell when the good guys have become the bad. ❞

❝ Just wanted to know whose face I’m going to break if things go wrong. ❞

❝ Can’t go around killing for no good reason. This was a good reason. ❞

❝ I think I make a poor farmer. ❞

❝ These bastards don’t speak for us! ❞

❝ I’m not going to kill people for defending their homes. ❞

❝ I didn’t ask for advice just to ignore it. Promise you’re not throwing away your lives on this. ❞

❝ We will return here one day, whether I live to see it or not. ❞

❝ Die fighting or starve on the road. I’d rather fight. ❞

❝ You kill my kin, I kill yours. ❞

❝ Trying to take all the glory again? ❞

❝ Bunch of vultures and lunatics. Between the families killing each other for control, there’s more bloodshed inside the walls than outside. Staying in there is a death sentence. ❞

❝ I know what you’re doing. You have to let me come with you. Don’t leave me. Please. I’ll be good! ❞

❝ These are my arrows. I’ll shoot them at whoever I want. ❞

❝ You think you’ll survive out there on your own? ❞

❝ I’m too old to peddle in gossip. ❞

❝ I never had a moment to thank you for your hospitality. ❞

❝ I bet you have some incredible stories. ❞

❝ I don’t get in fights I can’t win. ❞

❝ Isn’t this a damn curiosity. ❞

❝ The world’s ending. Come on, this is old news. ❞

❝ But you made this a problem, didn’t you? ❞

❝ We come to parley, not fight. ❞

❝ Don’t tell me this is how it has to be. It’s what you chose! ❞

❝ Please… for me. Don’t do this. ❞

❝ We can’t do this. They’re people. Like us. ❞

❝ What if our clansmen do start to lose hope… and look at you differently? ❞

❝ As for you, may the wolves feast on your corpse, you traitorous son of a bitch. I will haunt you. ❞

❝ But then look behind you. How many people is that? They follow you, fight for you. Why? ❞

❝ You may not have cut my throat but you sentenced us to death. ❞

❝ I don’t believe that’s who you are. ❞

❝ I did what had to be done to make it. The only mistake I made was you. ❞

❝ I may be reckless but I pay my debts. ❞

❝ I’m not above begging. ❞

❝ My friends, how could I forget everything you’ve done for me? ❞

❝ You must think you know me… or people like me. ❞

❝ What kind of man are you? ❞

❝ Why didn’t you just put a knife if my head the second we met? ❞

❝ Do we not even deserve a good death? ❞

❝ Why didn’t you just put a knife if my head the second we met? Do we not even deserve a good death? ❞

❝ You can’t trust me, I know that. ❞

❝ You think everyone was born to lead? Make hard decisions? ❞

❝ If you even look the wrong way at a single man, woman or child, there will be no hesitation about killing you on the spot. ❞

❝ Is this some kind of apology? ❞

❝ Why would I believe a word you say? ❞

❝ This fight could not have been won. They did what you were unwilling to do. ❞

❝ You’d gladly let our whole race die? ❞

❝ We are all there is. And we will all be gone someday. ❞

❝ We have nothing left but ruins. ❞

❝ You’ve destroyed what we have made. What else is left of us? Will we leave no trace behind? As if we never existed?! ❞

❝ A prophecy of the gods that I’ve never heard of. ❞

❝ Find a way. Do whatever it takes. ❞

❝ It devours whatever it touches. ❞

❝ Time is moving strangely. I’ve lost swathes of memories. ❞

❝ Ancient history is playing out before us. ❞

❝ Who are you to take my destiny? What are you?! ❞

❝ Are you a god? ❞

❝ Do you ask the hammer what the blacksmith is making? ❞

❝ Do you not recognize me? ❞

❝ I am meant to devour the tapestry itself, not idly witness the dusk smother this rock. ❞

❝ I am the end. Do you understand? This world, and this tapestry, I would devour. It is my purpose. ❞

❝ If you are not going to die, I suppose we must speak instead. ❞

❝ Now comes a wall of night to consume your pitiful world. ❞

❝ Is there no child coming to slay me with a magic sword? Are there no stars in the sky foretelling this disaster? ❞

❝ Listen carefully, thief. I will give you a prophecy to write on banners and tomes. ❞

❝ Return what is mine! ❞

❝ The gods are silent and before me stands one who knows not what they have done. ❞

❝ This conversation becomes more meaningless by the word. ❞

❝ Whether you are simple or clever remains to be seen. ❞

❝ What do your prophecies say? The gods gave you prophecy. Fate. Destiny. ❞

❝ You are a thief. You have something that does not belong to you. It is mine. ❞

❝ Don’t be a hero. Kill a few and come back alive. ❞

❝ You’ve gotten what you wanted. Now leave. ❞

❝ Family makes you do weird things. ❞

❝ How many times did I have to call him a traitor before you got the message? ❞

❝ I’m not so hard to understand. Why don’t you try asking instead of telling? ❞

❝ I wanted him to feel sick about it. Puke his guts out. ❞

❝ I was so furious. I got so angry that I… I wanted him to beg. ❞

❝ That doesn’t mean I’m not watching you. ❞

❝ The truth is, I still don’t trust you. ❞

❝ Everything is part of the tapestry, it’s made of threads woven together. ❞

❝ If you can see the threads you can manipulate them. ❞

❝ Well, the hardest part is usually seeing the threads. ❞

❝ Are you sure what you saw was real? It could have been a dream, or, I don’t know. You were pretty exhausted. ❞

❝ Do you think this is the end times? ❞

❝ Mattered a lot at the time. I think it doesn’t matter now. ❞

❝ Don’t talk much, do you? ❞

❝ Isn’t it strange how you can be so close to people and not know them? ❞

❝ I wanted to thank you. For letting me join you. ❞

❝ Have you always been such a good shot? ❞

❝ I’m sorry. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. ❞

❝ It’s been lonely without him. ❞

❝ You know… you’re welcome to keep me company. ❞

❝ You would have missed me? ❞

❝ When I saw it happen, I thought for sure… ah, well I’m really glad you’re… ❞

❝ Nobody expects you to raise the dead. ❞

❝ They were always just the barking dog you put in the yard to find out who your enemies are. ❞

❝ Where do you draw the line? ❞

❝ We managed to kill most of those traitorous sons of bitches and the rest fled into the woods. ❞

❝ You’re a better person than I. ❞

❝ They’re not invading. They’re running. ❞

❝ We’ve been killing women… we’ve been slaughtering women and children this whole time? ❞

❝ It’s a miracle you’re alive. ❞

❝ If this is what happens when we die I’m very disappointed. ❞

❝ I’m not asking for your blessing. ❞

❝ How about some gratitude? ❞

❝ Leave, my ass. You must be used to others following your lead. ❞

❝ Besides, I’m not convinced you’re really older than me. ❞

❝ A lot of old history getting thrown around here. ❞

❝ I’d rather be known for not dying. ❞

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That was... unexpected. When he heard rustling in the bushes behind his target, he had expected the rest of the pack, coming to their pack member's aid. He certainly hadn't anticipated this. Somebody beat him to the job. And who uses silver arrows?

Confused as to whether he should or shouldn't put his gun away, he let it linger defensively, still pointing at the other's chest. The light from the moon in the dark of the night, glistened off its surface. Otherwise, they were surrounded by darkness. Dean couldn't tell how many more were hiding in the shadows. It seemed like he'd gotten himself entangled in something much bigger than his paygrade.

"Gimme one good reason why I'd wanna help you." He wasn't ready to take sides yet and he figured he'd let this guy's assailants know his stand.

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A growl admits from the back of his throat as the arrow digs into his flesh. A pure silver arrow shot for his back at where he can not reach, “Hey.” His voice snarled, Amber eyes stared at the stranger before him, “could ya pull the fucker outta my back??”

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"I hate to break it to you, pal, but claws, fur and a wolf-form? Not human things." He climbed the stairs ahead of the other. "Heck, the name of your species suggests 'monster'. 'Ulfheddin'...," he pronounced it slowly. "Is that what I gotta call you or do you have an actual name...?" He turned the key in the lock and the door of the cellar creaked open. Once again, light flooded into the area and even Dean's eyes took a while to adjust.

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Dear Sam and Dean,

If your reading this I’m dead. Hope it was a good death and I went out swinging. I’m leaving you this letter and this key because there’s something I need you to take care of and your the best damn hunter I know of so I’m sure you can handle it.

About 10 years ago I was hunting a werewolf nest up in New Jersey. I busted into there den and there was a creature at the time I thought must have been somesort of super werewolf or something. about 7 ft tall covered in fur, claws and with a nasty set of Chompers. (I later found out this thing calls itself an Ulfhedinn) So I put a silver bullet threw it’s heart. Thing dies just like a werewolf and changes back to it’s human form. so I finish off the pack and start burning bodies and this thing wakes up, transforms back and starts after me so I shoot it dead again, figuare maybe I didn’t quite get my aim down the first time or something. Burn the body but there’s this pelt it was wearing that won’t burn.

I take the pelt with me and seal it in a box put it away thinking it’s a cursed object or something. Well about 6 months later the guy I burned tracks me down pins me to the bed of my hotel screaming and hollering asking where his pelt is. I play along catch him off gaurd and shoot him threw the heart again. Turns out the son of a bitch is 1400 years old and after quite a few “enhanced” interregations I’m starting to belive him when he says he can’t die.

I’ve tried everything I can to put the bastard down, but eventually I learn he’s got a family. I tracked them down saw a few of them transforming, even teaching the kids in different forms. Turns out these Ulfhedinn can transform not only into the werewolf like form I was telling you about  earlier but aslo can change into a regular old wolf. Also turns out they can only do it if they have their individual pelt.

took a pelt it wouldn’t burn just like the other one but I killed one of them with a bullet to the heart, watched the corpse till it started to rot, then burned it, soon as the creature was dead it’s pelt burnt easy. Killed off the rest of the family couldn’t find all the pelts but I’m not sure it matters.

Anyway the guy is still down there, you have to check on him everonce in awhile cause he will do anything he can to get out. He’s chewed threw gags, broken his own bones to get out of manicals, dug out holes around cage bars with whatever he has. Basically the dude is determined as hell. You can chop off his head it seems to make his memory go for a few months but yeah he’s a pain.

I don’t know what’s special about this one but if you can kill it perminantly that would be awesome. I left a diary down in the basement with it detailing everything I’ve tried but don’t let it out and don’t give it it’s pelt.

- Jacob

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Skallagrim had been a prisoner for longer than this but still this guy had no problem shooting him everytime he came down the steps and by the time he woke up the bonds were tighter than ever. The ball gag he had chewed threw time and again was replaced with a harder one, the manicles he’d slipped his hands threw locked tighter so they made his hands numb. They were chained to the floor as were his feet. His neck was locked in a heavy metal collar that was chained to the bars of the cage witch held him.

His shirt was was long gone removed in a torture session years ago and his pants were showing the 10 years of continuous wear. When he got out of here he was going to shred that hunter and then he resolved to find a hamburger. It had been so long since he’d eaten he couldn’t even remember how a hamburger tasted. Really he couldn’t remember anything other than the taste of the rubber ball gags.

When the door opened to the cellar he struggled in his bonds more an angry growl coming from his throat as he yanked at his bleeding hand trying to shove it threw the manical even if it stripped his flesh or broke his bones. his nostrils flairing as he breathed deeply as he could.

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//OOC

I'm back! (I think)

Hit the like button for me to revisit our thread and continue it or for a fresh starter from Dean. (Specify). Or just send me a message.

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"Matter of fact, I do." He retorted with a flat smile and finished with the chains. It was just a quip. He walked away from the Ulfheddin to the door, never turning his back to the other.

He placed his hand on the handle but stopped, abruptly. "I'm not kidding, buddy. You run; and I will certainly give you Hell. You can count on that."

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Dear Sam and Dean,

If your reading this I’m dead. Hope it was a good death and I went out swinging. I’m leaving you this letter and this key because there’s something I need you to take care of and your the best damn hunter I know of so I’m sure you can handle it.

About 10 years ago I was hunting a werewolf nest up in New Jersey. I busted into there den and there was a creature at the time I thought must have been somesort of super werewolf or something. about 7 ft tall covered in fur, claws and with a nasty set of Chompers. (I later found out this thing calls itself an Ulfhedinn) So I put a silver bullet threw it’s heart. Thing dies just like a werewolf and changes back to it’s human form. so I finish off the pack and start burning bodies and this thing wakes up, transforms back and starts after me so I shoot it dead again, figuare maybe I didn’t quite get my aim down the first time or something. Burn the body but there’s this pelt it was wearing that won’t burn.

I take the pelt with me and seal it in a box put it away thinking it’s a cursed object or something. Well about 6 months later the guy I burned tracks me down pins me to the bed of my hotel screaming and hollering asking where his pelt is. I play along catch him off gaurd and shoot him threw the heart again. Turns out the son of a bitch is 1400 years old and after quite a few “enhanced” interregations I’m starting to belive him when he says he can’t die.

I’ve tried everything I can to put the bastard down, but eventually I learn he’s got a family. I tracked them down saw a few of them transforming, even teaching the kids in different forms. Turns out these Ulfhedinn can transform not only into the werewolf like form I was telling you about  earlier but aslo can change into a regular old wolf. Also turns out they can only do it if they have their individual pelt.

took a pelt it wouldn’t burn just like the other one but I killed one of them with a bullet to the heart, watched the corpse till it started to rot, then burned it, soon as the creature was dead it’s pelt burnt easy. Killed off the rest of the family couldn’t find all the pelts but I’m not sure it matters.

Anyway the guy is still down there, you have to check on him everonce in awhile cause he will do anything he can to get out. He’s chewed threw gags, broken his own bones to get out of manicals, dug out holes around cage bars with whatever he has. Basically the dude is determined as hell. You can chop off his head it seems to make his memory go for a few months but yeah he’s a pain.

I don’t know what’s special about this one but if you can kill it perminantly that would be awesome. I left a diary down in the basement with it detailing everything I’ve tried but don’t let it out and don’t give it it’s pelt.

- Jacob

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Skallagrim had been a prisoner for longer than this but still this guy had no problem shooting him everytime he came down the steps and by the time he woke up the bonds were tighter than ever. The ball gag he had chewed threw time and again was replaced with a harder one, the manicles he’d slipped his hands threw locked tighter so they made his hands numb. They were chained to the floor as were his feet. His neck was locked in a heavy metal collar that was chained to the bars of the cage witch held him.

His shirt was was long gone removed in a torture session years ago and his pants were showing the 10 years of continuous wear. When he got out of here he was going to shred that hunter and then he resolved to find a hamburger. It had been so long since he’d eaten he couldn’t even remember how a hamburger tasted. Really he couldn’t remember anything other than the taste of the rubber ball gags.

When the door opened to the cellar he struggled in his bonds more an angry growl coming from his throat as he yanked at his bleeding hand trying to shove it threw the manical even if it stripped his flesh or broke his bones. his nostrils flairing as he breathed deeply as he could.

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"Try me", he teasingly glared at her. But he didn't hold it for long. He walked up to her and ruffled her hair.

"C'mon kiddo. Let's get outta here." He started walking towards the garage. "If you behave, I might even let you drive!" He called out as he was walking away.

“ get it through your head, i’m not gonna just leave you here! “

From Evo

"Listen, kid, this is how it's gonna go down. Either you haul ass outta here or I make you." He said, almost hissing at the other while drawing out his gun. They had to keep their voices down. Neighbours. He didn't aim but rather, let the gun hang at his side, his forefinger playing with the safety switch. Dean's eyes almost bored into hers and it wasn't a plea. It was a threat.

Having burst in on the scene, it took Dean a few moments for the cogs in his brain to rotate. Once they did, he acted fast. He was crossing over the threshold and already tying up the legs and arms of the body, tearing up the sheets on the bed. He'd deal with Evo later. Right now, all that mattered was that she run. As far as away as possible. Until he could sort things out. After all, she was family. And they would deal with this on their terms.

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Dean shrugged as if to say, 'That's fair' and proceeded to move towards the other. He grabbed the keys from the cage door.

"Now, any funny business. Any at all", he warned while loosening the chains on him so he had some mobility, "and you're gonna have a hundred pounds of silver up your butt. I'm doing this because I feel bad for you. I empathize with you. Know what that means?" It was clear, he didn't really. "So, least you can do is respect my benevolence." He spoke with the air of a lord talking to an inferior. Dean did like putting on a show.

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Dear Sam and Dean,

If your reading this I’m dead. Hope it was a good death and I went out swinging. I’m leaving you this letter and this key because there’s something I need you to take care of and your the best damn hunter I know of so I’m sure you can handle it.

About 10 years ago I was hunting a werewolf nest up in New Jersey. I busted into there den and there was a creature at the time I thought must have been somesort of super werewolf or something. about 7 ft tall covered in fur, claws and with a nasty set of Chompers. (I later found out this thing calls itself an Ulfhedinn) So I put a silver bullet threw it’s heart. Thing dies just like a werewolf and changes back to it’s human form. so I finish off the pack and start burning bodies and this thing wakes up, transforms back and starts after me so I shoot it dead again, figuare maybe I didn’t quite get my aim down the first time or something. Burn the body but there’s this pelt it was wearing that won’t burn.

I take the pelt with me and seal it in a box put it away thinking it’s a cursed object or something. Well about 6 months later the guy I burned tracks me down pins me to the bed of my hotel screaming and hollering asking where his pelt is. I play along catch him off gaurd and shoot him threw the heart again. Turns out the son of a bitch is 1400 years old and after quite a few “enhanced” interregations I’m starting to belive him when he says he can’t die.

I’ve tried everything I can to put the bastard down, but eventually I learn he’s got a family. I tracked them down saw a few of them transforming, even teaching the kids in different forms. Turns out these Ulfhedinn can transform not only into the werewolf like form I was telling you about  earlier but aslo can change into a regular old wolf. Also turns out they can only do it if they have their individual pelt.

took a pelt it wouldn’t burn just like the other one but I killed one of them with a bullet to the heart, watched the corpse till it started to rot, then burned it, soon as the creature was dead it’s pelt burnt easy. Killed off the rest of the family couldn’t find all the pelts but I’m not sure it matters.

Anyway the guy is still down there, you have to check on him everonce in awhile cause he will do anything he can to get out. He’s chewed threw gags, broken his own bones to get out of manicals, dug out holes around cage bars with whatever he has. Basically the dude is determined as hell. You can chop off his head it seems to make his memory go for a few months but yeah he’s a pain.

I don’t know what’s special about this one but if you can kill it perminantly that would be awesome. I left a diary down in the basement with it detailing everything I’ve tried but don’t let it out and don’t give it it’s pelt.

- Jacob

————————————-

Skallagrim had been a prisoner for longer than this but still this guy had no problem shooting him everytime he came down the steps and by the time he woke up the bonds were tighter than ever. The ball gag he had chewed threw time and again was replaced with a harder one, the manicles he’d slipped his hands threw locked tighter so they made his hands numb. They were chained to the floor as were his feet. His neck was locked in a heavy metal collar that was chained to the bars of the cage witch held him.

His shirt was was long gone removed in a torture session years ago and his pants were showing the 10 years of continuous wear. When he got out of here he was going to shred that hunter and then he resolved to find a hamburger. It had been so long since he’d eaten he couldn’t even remember how a hamburger tasted. Really he couldn’t remember anything other than the taste of the rubber ball gags.

When the door opened to the cellar he struggled in his bonds more an angry growl coming from his throat as he yanked at his bleeding hand trying to shove it threw the manical even if it stripped his flesh or broke his bones. his nostrils flairing as he breathed deeply as he could.

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Dean had to suppress the smile that threatened to form, looking at Evo so relaxed. So, he hid it with a threatening look directed at her.

"Maybe you're just spending too much time with him." He mocked her voice. "You tell Sam and I'm lettin' him know who's been stealin' all his shampoo." He coupled the threat with a 'that's right, I know' face.

“ get it through your head, i’m not gonna just leave you here! “

From Evo

"Listen, kid, this is how it's gonna go down. Either you haul ass outta here or I make you." He said, almost hissing at the other while drawing out his gun. They had to keep their voices down. Neighbours. He didn't aim but rather, let the gun hang at his side, his forefinger playing with the safety switch. Dean's eyes almost bored into hers and it wasn't a plea. It was a threat.

Having burst in on the scene, it took Dean a few moments for the cogs in his brain to rotate. Once they did, he acted fast. He was crossing over the threshold and already tying up the legs and arms of the body, tearing up the sheets on the bed. He'd deal with Evo later. Right now, all that mattered was that she run. As far as away as possible. Until he could sort things out. After all, she was family. And they would deal with this on their terms.

[i-met-scooby]

It was not unexpected. Of course, the other would try everything in their power to break free. But he couldn't go through the door. He followed the other's gaze towards his shot at freedom. He sighed.

"Okay, here's what's gonna happen. I'm gonna take you for a drive. You're not gettin' down anywhere. Don't get any ideas. I don't know." He rubbed the back of his head. In all honesty, he was getting bored. "Maybe some fresh air'll get the stench off ya."

@i-met-scooby

Dear Sam and Dean,

If your reading this I’m dead. Hope it was a good death and I went out swinging. I’m leaving you this letter and this key because there’s something I need you to take care of and your the best damn hunter I know of so I’m sure you can handle it.

About 10 years ago I was hunting a werewolf nest up in New Jersey. I busted into there den and there was a creature at the time I thought must have been somesort of super werewolf or something. about 7 ft tall covered in fur, claws and with a nasty set of Chompers. (I later found out this thing calls itself an Ulfhedinn) So I put a silver bullet threw it’s heart. Thing dies just like a werewolf and changes back to it’s human form. so I finish off the pack and start burning bodies and this thing wakes up, transforms back and starts after me so I shoot it dead again, figuare maybe I didn’t quite get my aim down the first time or something. Burn the body but there’s this pelt it was wearing that won’t burn.

I take the pelt with me and seal it in a box put it away thinking it’s a cursed object or something. Well about 6 months later the guy I burned tracks me down pins me to the bed of my hotel screaming and hollering asking where his pelt is. I play along catch him off gaurd and shoot him threw the heart again. Turns out the son of a bitch is 1400 years old and after quite a few “enhanced” interregations I’m starting to belive him when he says he can’t die.

I’ve tried everything I can to put the bastard down, but eventually I learn he’s got a family. I tracked them down saw a few of them transforming, even teaching the kids in different forms. Turns out these Ulfhedinn can transform not only into the werewolf like form I was telling you about  earlier but aslo can change into a regular old wolf. Also turns out they can only do it if they have their individual pelt.

took a pelt it wouldn’t burn just like the other one but I killed one of them with a bullet to the heart, watched the corpse till it started to rot, then burned it, soon as the creature was dead it’s pelt burnt easy. Killed off the rest of the family couldn’t find all the pelts but I’m not sure it matters.

Anyway the guy is still down there, you have to check on him everonce in awhile cause he will do anything he can to get out. He’s chewed threw gags, broken his own bones to get out of manicals, dug out holes around cage bars with whatever he has. Basically the dude is determined as hell. You can chop off his head it seems to make his memory go for a few months but yeah he’s a pain.

I don’t know what’s special about this one but if you can kill it perminantly that would be awesome. I left a diary down in the basement with it detailing everything I’ve tried but don’t let it out and don’t give it it’s pelt.

- Jacob

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Skallagrim had been a prisoner for longer than this but still this guy had no problem shooting him everytime he came down the steps and by the time he woke up the bonds were tighter than ever. The ball gag he had chewed threw time and again was replaced with a harder one, the manicles he’d slipped his hands threw locked tighter so they made his hands numb. They were chained to the floor as were his feet. His neck was locked in a heavy metal collar that was chained to the bars of the cage witch held him.

His shirt was was long gone removed in a torture session years ago and his pants were showing the 10 years of continuous wear. When he got out of here he was going to shred that hunter and then he resolved to find a hamburger. It had been so long since he’d eaten he couldn’t even remember how a hamburger tasted. Really he couldn’t remember anything other than the taste of the rubber ball gags.

When the door opened to the cellar he struggled in his bonds more an angry growl coming from his throat as he yanked at his bleeding hand trying to shove it threw the manical even if it stripped his flesh or broke his bones. his nostrils flairing as he breathed deeply as he could.