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ahem...

hi so uh..... countdown. andres is getting his own blog. stay tuned.

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hi so uh..... countdown. andres is getting his own blog. stay tuned.

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SUPERNATURAL || “Ghostfacers” 3.13

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✉ : "I've been dead before. I got over it." HA. elia for sam @cerynitiis.

i've been dead before, she says, and that thought alone makes him cringe. perhaps it's the one thing they all had in common, all four of them: death and eventual resurrection. nothing to take for granted, regardless of how many times it happens to any of them. life is still precious, still fleeting. could be gone in an instant, a blink of an eye, and there is never a guarantee that there's a come back special. not even for someone like abraham, or someone like her.

he knows its supposed to make him feel better. something about a winchester curse making its rounds, not entirely untrue. but the idea drills itself to the back of his mind that he could be cursed, not really a surprise there. this life continues to take from them, all of them. her included. though sam desperately desires her touch over his skin, to love her the way she deserves. fear clouds his mind. first it was jess, then it was madison, the list keeps growing ...

“ and what if its different this time? ” what if it ends just like it always has? maybe its silly to believe in a curse. dean's perfectly happy and in love, why couldn't have the same now? maybe it was poor circumstance in the past, threats of big bad knowing his weaknesses. right person, wrong time. maybe its not their fault.

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i don't talk about bradly's disabilities enough and i think thats a crime. so here is a rundown:

in most verses (most especially human focused ones, even his main but we'll get to that), due to injuries sustained during war(s), bradly uses a cane to help him be mobile. some of the time he is able to get by without it, other times he's simply too stubborn. but it becomes an integral part of his day to day life in most verses.

has partial hearing loss in his left ear. this has been the case since he was young and due to the war that destroyed his home world. it was made worse by the war(s) he fought here on earth and during his time at the agency. i'd say there's a good chance that he's lost 60% of his hearing on his left side.

insomnia. its been a struggle of his for a long time, becomes more prominent post agency and world war ii.

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perhaps andres should be more used to waking up alone. that nine month stretch was the worst when it had come to mornings and he wasn't with him. doesn't ever think he'll truly get used to the idea of his husbands side being empty, mourns him even now when as he reaches absently in his sleep haze to feel for him, only to caress cold sheets.

eyelids slowly blink open, head coming up from the pillow to look over. sunlight floods through the blinds, and nowhere is mark to be found. though faintly, andres can hear water running from the hall. shower, he reassures himself with a deep sigh, he's in the shower.

stretches, yawns as he slides himself off the bed. he walks -- no, more like shuffles his way into the bathroom, hooking thumbs into the waistband of his underwear and pulling them off. andres blinks sleep from his eyes, gently pulling the curtain open enough for him to step inside. hums when he kisses between @washsins' shoulder blades, slips arms around his middle. “ mornin'. sleep okay? ”

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this is the part he hates the most. waiting. separating was not a step in their plans prior to this, and he fucking hates that he can't follow him in. god only knows what was going on in there, in the dark of that supermarket where anything could be lurking around the corner aisle. somewhere, faintly, he almost swears he hears a commotion and fuck -- for the life of him, he can't tell whether its inside or somewhere off in the distance when the infected stir almost as if they're looking for it too.

abraham grips the hilt of his blade tighter, knuckles white. it was like him to be prepared for most things but taking on a hoard alone is not on his list of things to do. maybe when he has more of a death wish. as it stands, he has to keep going for him. for that man that's taking almost too long to open that door. abraham chews the inside of his cheek, eyes looking over the building for anything else that could be his ticket in. it's been too long, his stomach turns with unease. somethings wrong.

and just when he's about to try and find a different way in, the door swings open and his husband steps out. the unease in his stomach doesn't rest though, anxiety still churns and tenses and begs him to check him over. but he's distracted with deans silly sign: hey hot stuff, come here often?

bites his tongue. not often enough if you're here, shakes his head and releases the blade from his grasp, stuffing it back into his boot before he steps forward. leans to kiss his cheek. what took you so long? though expressed with amusement, not a hint of ire or frustration in his eyes. though a touch of concern.

this run isn't routine, there is more infected now then there were a few days ago which threw a big wrench in their plan. with the front door being a no-go, a sinking feeling settles in the pit of deans stomach. especially flying blind with no way to know what the state of this place was inside. the first thing that hits him is the smell: rotting food and rotting flesh. he pulls the bandana over his nose. only muting the smell.

it's dark so his next move is his flashlight, a risky move but would be even riskier to stumble over something in the dark and alert the horde outside. with the beam of light now in his grasp, he can properly look around. fly buzz around two dead employees, throats ripped out. he steps around their bodies, giving himself a blind spot. an infected stumbles against one of the shelf shielding deans view. growls as it tries to reach through the shelf for him. not long until the shelf clashes to the ground, knocking deans machete from his hand, and the infected lunges for him. “oh fuck.” he's been here before, but this time he's in the dark. he flees a few steps, skirts around another shelf, manages to get to his machete but the infected dives after him.

it bites deans arm, but dean still goes for the machete, swings. head rolls somewhere off in the darkness. he brings his arm over. puts his flashlight in his mouth. 𝟏 he starts to count. 𝟐 “shit. shit, shit, shit.” 𝟑 he says around the flashlight in his mouth. 𝟒 looks at the bite. 𝟓. he pulls the flashlight from his mouth 𝟔...𝟕...𝟖 ...and out his gun then backs into the wall, 𝟗 lowering himself to the floor. 𝟏𝟎 he holds the gun to his head. closes his eyes. “sorry abe.”

he gets to 𝟐𝟎 finger on the trigger.

but nothing happens. he opens his eyes, one of them bleeds but he doesn't feel any different. what? he tastes blood. but he can't think about that now. abraham is waiting on him. shit. okay okay. he touches around the bite. ow. then rips open one of the bandages and quickly wraps his forearm. pulls his sleeves down over it. he spits the blood out and drags his hand across his mouth. swipes at the blood from his eye too. he'll have to tell him (that he got bit, that he didn't turn) later. not the time or place.

finally finds the back door, unlocks it, shoves it open. he steps out.

he signs, hey hot stuff, come here often?

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✉ : you can go back to sleep. For Bradly 🥹 @cerynitiis.

he is no stranger to nightmares. a consistent part of his life since he was no more than a boy on a strange world, in a strange place he knew little to nothing about. nightmares that only grew stronger and more frightening as he got older, as his experiences changed and he was burdened with more. more death, more sorrow, more pain.

waking up in a cold sweat after a bad dream was normal for him. a heavy gasp when he woke, chest heaving as he sits up and tries to settle back down. sometimes he could it alone, other times ... other times he's grateful that she's there with her touch, soothing hands in his hair as he takes in deeper, slow breaths. neither of them say a word for a long time. it's okay, her touch says to him, i have you. it's going to be okay. and he leans so deeply into that.

you can go back to sleep, she says. his eyelids grow heavy, a gentle breath in this time: he's settled again, softer exhale. the weights are lifted from his chest, from his shoulders that have now visibly relaxed as he moves himself closer to her, arms going around her middle and nuzzling his face into the crook of her neck. you can go back to sleep. “ thank you. ”

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i lied. i posted a call and then immediately got overwhelmed by the possibility. but i am in the mood to write so send me memes. (:

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✉ : [ seek ] sender seeks out receiver for a protective hug. annabelle and abe, @washsins.

fatherhood was everything he expected it would be and more. the ups and the downs, the perfect nights and the restless ones when both dean and abe stayed up for hours and hours, doing everything they knew to do to settle her. she was perfect in every way, their daughter, even during their longest nights. a beautiful, sweet baby girl with green eyes like dean, soft blonde hair, freckles to dot her face. she was every bit dean winchester wesley's daughter.

even in the way she seeks him out. soft eyes when she finds him, an almost pout on her lips when arms go around him, embracing him silently like dean does.

“ oh honey, ” gentle as he wraps his arms around her, soft kiss planted upon her forehead. “ i got you. ”

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i know i've said this somewhere but i don't know when or where or if i'm honestly imagining that i did lmao. but, regarding abraham's ability to heal / come back to life: depending on how fatal a wound is or how big determines how long he'll take to heal or come back.

GSWs (.9mm or smaller), knife wounds, impaled objects (lower than the heart and head or other vital organ), small wounds inflicted by another supernatural creature, etc.: could take him anywhere from 2 - 10 minutes to heal completely from, depending on their severity and placement. rarely a fatal occurrence. even if there are gsws to his chest closer to his heart, .9mm and smaller is still something he is able to heal fairly decently from. however, they are usually what takes the longest and will sometimes add to those 10 minutes.

the longest it has ever taken him to heal from these wounds is around 13 minutes. he is able to walk and function and fight with minimal interference from said wounds.

GSWs (.45mm and larger), larger blades (machete), impaled objects (through the heart and head or other vital organ), larger wounds inflicted by another supernatural creature, etc.: around 15 - 20 minutes, depending on their severity. these are more likely to lead to fatality, but its not always a guarantee. abe has learned throughout the years that his body can take some hits, and sometimes it can't. despite his immortality, he'll assume its the price of getting older or perhaps simply the use of his ability over and over and over. but the older he gets, the longer it takes for him to heal certain things. what took him perhaps half the time to heal from when he discovered his immortality, now takes him almost double the time. simply depends on the day he's having, most of the time.

if he doesn't kill him, it takes him a long time to heal from it. the longest it has taken him to do so is around 45 minutes. he is still able to walk and function, depending on the wounds, but he will be slow and it will be painful.

death (from what is considered "minimal" damage to the body): this do not always add up to the previous statements. when death occurs after enough damage has been done, though is still considered "minimal," it often takes him anywhere from 3 - 30 minutes to come back to himself, depending on the severity of the wound and its placement. more often times than not, it takes him less than 3 minutes to return to himself. the longer it takes for him to return, the slower his body is healing or the worse the damage it has to heal before it can restart his heart.

resurrection hangovers start here. not as severe but where he had been wounded will start to ache like he's sore despite being healed, sometimes there is a faint sense of nausea. all of this passes within the hour of resurrection.

death (from what is considered "extreme" damage to the body): as before, this does not always add up to previous statements. this is harder to predict as it truly, more than the others, depends on the how severe the wounds were when he died. it can take him anywhere from 5 - 60 minutes to come back to himself. there is no definite time, it truly is a waiting game when it comes to death from his more extreme wounds.

coming back from this version of death is harder on himself and his body. it hurts more, bones often snap themselves back together and skin does its best to stitch back up. its a slow, grueling process that takes its time.

resurrection hangovers are the worst here. his chest feels like its on fire after the restart of his heart, can feel each bruise that lines the organ after it slammed into his chest. sometimes the wounds are not completely healed by this time and it stings as they continue to do so. nausea is the worst, head spinning is the worst. he's somewhat tender where his wounds once were. all of this passes within 24 hours.

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scenes from the boys: 3x05 - THE LAST TIME TO LOOK ON THIS WORLD OF LIES

a gift for @washsins, requested shiloh and leon and i happily obliged. only silver can reblog.

BONUS:

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i would apologize for the amount of edits i'm about to be doing lmao but... i feel inspired. so i will not, in fact, apologize.

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scenes from supernatural: 10x03 - SOUL SURVIVOR

a gift for @washsins. only silver can reblog.

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✉ : [ interrupt ] sender stops a confrontation between receiver and someone else, stepping between them and coming to receiver's defense. mark for andres at a bar listen. @washsins.

they were supposed to be having a good time. a break from their usual spots, a night out just to relax with some friends and family while mark was back in town. taking in the time they have before he gets his next assignment that takes him away for god knows how long this time. he'd been in his lap for most of the night, giggling like a bunch of dumb kids between their table and getting up to play a round of billiards.

that was until they needed a refill on their drinks. had left mark with a soft kiss to his cheek, walked himself to the bar and leaned over polished wood. the bartender was nice, talkative, let him grab two more drinks before his eyes shifted down the bar. it didn't take long for andres follow, dark eyes find two girls caught in the trap of someone else's liquid stupidity, definitely had too much to drink. andres usually isn't the first to jump headfirst into a conflict, much less the one to initiate confrontation but he refuses to sit by and let this happen.

there were warnings spoken by the bartender to the other man that if he didn't move on then he would call security. met only with a scoff and a roll of his eyes, turning back to his uncomfortable company that seemed to look at andres with hopeful eyes. beers are set on the bar again, and he maneuvers himself between the girls and the drunk idiot that hasn't stopped talking. at least until andres stops him, tells him to move on. "buddy, i think you've had too much to drink. lets get you a cab and back home." should've been such an easy option.

should have been. the other throws the first punch, lands square to his jaw. it stings, eyes burning when water blurs his vision. so much for not confrontation. the next swing is missed when andres steps back, lets the other man trip and fall from his stool. takes him a long time to get back up, to rebalance himself, but by that time mark had intervened, putting himself between them. fight is quickly lost then and there. his husband towers over the other man hunched over with intoxication, mark's presence ever threatening.

then security finally intervenes, pulling the other man away from the scene. that is when mark turned to face him, touch hovering over the purpling bruise on his jaw. can't say he's had much worse but he'll certainly live. “ i'm okay, i promise. ” hand over his, leaning then to gently kiss his lips. “ lets go back to our table and have fun. ”

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muses added as of: 6 . 24 . 25

ANDRES COOPER (MEACHUM) ... married to @washsins' mark meachum in main verse, does have verses where he joins the task force from the show and they're not yet married. high school sweethearts, loves his husband more than anything. open to interaction but closed shipping.

ELIAS HARBOR ... cowboy vampire that turns against his own kind after he's betrayed and becomes a vampire hunter. framed for a murder he didn't commit and was sentenced to death, triggering the vampire blood in his system to change him. born 1813, turned circa. 1830-40s. open to interaction and shipping.

KORYNTHIA OF NYE ... test muse. sometimes known as kore. future queen (if not already ruling queen) of nye, a city prosperous and wonderful off the coast of what many call the ivory. long linage of queens before her. from the same universe as ser ewyn qyn, will have game of thrones verses. open to interactions but selective shipping.