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Nine things about being brought back from the dead

You will be cold

You will wake up screaming, you all do.

Your entire body will throb, the pain will eventually subside; being brought back is never a painless task.

Do not get up immediately, you will be nauseous and your body will need time to readjust to this realm.

Ask for more blankets, you will feel very cold.

You will not remember how you died, do not ask.

Do not ask the practitioner how they performed the ritual, this is considered bad luck and you will not last long.

Your loved ones will be ecstatic to have you back, consider this a blessing.

Thank the practitioner and let them be on their way, if they do not look you in the eye consider this a bad omen.

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“What the hell?” I muttered to myself, staring st this person waving around papers. They continued waving them around, being brought up to the front. They shoved the papers infront of the judge. I had no clue what was on these papers because i had completely done all this stuff and was accepting my walk to death.

The reporters mumbled to each other in the back of the room, quickly making sure their cameras were recording.

“Under light of new information, the verdict had been changed to not guilty.” The gavel was banged and my hands were removed from the shackles. The person grinned back at me as i stared at my now free hands in confusion. “Come on you’re not guilty, act like it.”

“Who are you?” I asked quietly as they walked back towards me. “I’ll explain everything later, let’s get away from these cops.” They said, as i was ushered away from reporters.

A few hours later I walked into my apartment to find the same person sitting on my couch. “Tell me who you are and how you faked those papers.” I said quickly, sitting down across from them.

“You aren’t going to ask how i got in?”

“Nope.”

“Well fine then. I’m Pyxel. I work with a group that has been keeping tabs on you for a very long time. Since you started your little excapade.” Pyxel said, leaning back onto the couch.

“So then why did you get me out of trouble? I’m guilty.” I pressed harder.

“Basically, we dressed someone else up in your costume and took pictures of them and made them do things while you were locked up with no contact to anyone. And you are notirious for working alone.”

“I would have been pissed if someone tried to take the credit for what i did.” I muttered, still listening to their story. “Exactly. This person acted very pissed.”

I leaned back. “Now for the third time, why?” I asked again.

“Because, now you owe us one. And it’s the perfect time to bring you into the fold.”

Due to the horrible crimes you have committed against the nation, you have been sent to court and, after a quick trial, sentenced to death.

Just as you’re about to be taken away, the doors to the courtroom open wide and in storms a person frantically yelling that they are in possession of evidence that will prove your innocence. The person looks at you and discreetly winks. 

 This sudden twist is very strange for 2 specific reasons:

1) You have definitely committed all those crimes;

2) You don’t know who the fuck this person is. 

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Character

Cream Puph(puff)

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Scene idea

“I should have told you a long time ago.”

“Hell yes you should have.” Dean said loudly, turning to look at her.

“Eden you’re our sister. We would have come found you or helped you ilf we pknew...” Sam said softly, looking at her from across the room. He was sat at the table in the hotel room, their father’s journal and Sam’s notes spread out around him. Dean was stood a bit away from his brother, holding a beer bottle in his hand. “Really. Why didn’t you tell us who you were weeks ago at Bobby’s house?”

“I don’t know! I just didn’t okay?” She exclaimed, turning away from the boys. “I didn’t want to be rejected by my family again.” She mumbled.

“What do you mean by that?” Sam said, his tone taking a calmer tone than it had been.

"My mom called John once a year on my birthday. He never called back. I never saw him. When my mom was killed i was 8. I took her phone and called for days until the phone died, sobbing into the phone begging for someone to help me. He never did." I said quickly, emotion spilling through my voice.

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I tried its bad

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Kindof what i imagine Eden in

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Eden Winchester (Slight TW)

- 15-30 over the course of the shows time

- Daughter of John Winchester and Elsa Van Maue (Actually the angel i made up named ambriel) after he got blackout drunk a bit after Mary’s death

-John ignored her and her mother for the whole of Eden’s life because he was ashamed and thought he was protecting the two of them

-Nephilim

- Bright green eyes and short brown hair

- Badass girl who was a hunter from the age of 9

- Lived with bobby when she wasn’t hunting until age 15

- Meets the boys covered in blood before she lunges at John

- Her mother died from Azazel when she was 8, on her birthday.

- Molested by a gang of hunters who taugh her how to hunt from ages 9-12

-Bobby promptly removed her from them and beat them close to death when he found out

- Started hunting with the boys after they saved her when they found out she was their sister

- Best friends with Cas and Jack