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❛    𝐓𝐇𝐄   ---   𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒  𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄  𝐀𝐑𝐄  𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘  𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓     ❜        its  a  good  feeling  to  be  out  of  the  blood  stained  clothes  of  the  wedding ,  but  the  loss  of  the thick  linens feels  so  much  like  he’s  trying  to  shed   &   leave  behind  his  past .    the  blood ,  though  it  had  been  drying   &  sticking  to  his  skin ,  was  still  the  last  memory  he  had  with  his  mother .    his  wife .    his  people .    the  scars  still  sit  under  his  chest   &   he  absentmindedly  scratched  at  them  for  some  sort  of  comfort .     he’d  already  gone  to  rage  at  nothing .    now  anger  with  no  outlet  bubbles  into  static  greif .    now  he’s  just  tired   &   ready  to  step  forward ,  even  if  that  means  simply  a  fresh  shirt .    he  sighs .         ❛    they’re  soft .   clothes  this  light  in  my  home  tended  to  be  more  course .    ❜

@lightclaimed​​​​​   .     CLOSED  STARTER  ,   ft.  padme  amidala

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hcrmixne​:

▸ Starter closed: Crowley : @tragicies​

▸  Event 001: Welcome to Zerthea!

                                ❝ Am I going to feel like crap for all eternity? ❞ Hermione wasn’t one for cursing, but a lot has change in the past year and after everything she went through, she felt like using a bad word or another from time to time. She, however, didn’t imagine that the question was made out loud and in the presence of other people.    ❝  I’m sorry, that was very inappropriate.  ❞                           

𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐒  𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄  𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘  𝐑𝐀𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐘  𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐘 .    crowley  had  heard  more  inappropriate  words  from  just  his  own  mind  on  a  day  to  day  basis  than  most  people  heard  their  whole  lives .         ❛    if  that’s  what  you  find  inappropriate ,    ❜       he  hums ,  slightly  disinterested ,         ❛    then  there’s  a  very  good  chance  you  won’t  be  going  somewhere  that  makes  you  feel  like  ‘crap’  when  eternity  comes .     then  again ,  i  don’t  know  your  personal  life .    ❜

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acataleptichq​:

closed starter( @tragicies​​​​​ ) mary jane & any muse

ever since her arrival, mary jane had spent a fair amount of time looking for any familiarities. she had yet to see any animals, and she wasn’t sure if that was just her, or if there weren’t any. it seemed awfully strange for a planet capable of sustaining life to be lifeless. unless, of course, this were all made up, some kind of strange reality show. what an odd thing to do. who signed that permission slip for her? she had yet to find any life until she found the beach. and that provided her no comfort. she stood in the middle of the beach, hands firmly on both hips. “i kinda get the vibe this isn’t a swimming kind of water. what do you think?” maybe there was a pool around. 

𝐒𝐀𝐌  𝐇𝐀𝐃  𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑  𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍  𝐓𝐎  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇 .    all  the  years  he   &   dean  drove  around  the  country  but  not  once  had  the  two  of  them  been  to  the  beach .     not  to  say  he  hadn’t  seen  the  ocean ,  they’d  drove  past  it  many  times ,  but  they  didn’t  have  the  time  to  go  there .   from  childhood  with  their  father   &   into  adulthood  they’d  spend  times  in  beach  towns  they  visited  closed  up  in  motels .     now  sam  stood  with  his  toes  in  the  sand ,  letting  the  wind  tussle  his  hair  as  he  smelled  the  salty  air .           ❛    it   ...   doesn’t  seem  too  bad .    i  don’t  really  know  much  about  safe  sea  water ,  though .    ❜        he  could  tell  you  a  hundred  ways  to  kill  every  supernatural  creature  under  the  sun ,  but  salt  water  was  a  little  lost  on  him .           ❛    could  be  ...  different  planet ,  different  rules ?    but  i’ll  trust  your  judgement .    ❜

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abductedtcls​:

Starter || Open to all ( @zertheastarters )

Sharon should probably be more concerned with her being on a strange planet but if anything she was very much intrigued. Probably not the attitude most people had but she hadn’t been off earth like the others, or traveling through time. She was childishly excited for the new adventure, whatever this was. She was sitting on a bench watching everyone adjust, watching people discuss things or try and figure out the tech of the world. “Is it bad that while this is a definite issue, I mean being take from home and shoved here, huge huge problem.” She starts off saying. “That I’m actually kind of interested in the why and how? As well as just everything… alien? I don’t think I’m as worried as I should be.”

𝐓𝐄𝐂𝐇𝐍𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐘  𝐖𝐀𝐒  𝐀  𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐂𝐊  𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐄 .    the  shock  has  lessened ,  or  perhaps  just  numbed  over ,  but  he  was  still  lost  on  it  all .    it  was  around  him ,  that’s  all  he  could  accept .    he  watched  a  holographic   (  a  new  word  for  him  )    sign  move  silently  as  he  absentmindedly  listened  to  her .          ❛    the  only  interest  i  have  in  the  how  and  why  is  that  understanding  it  might  show  me  how  to  go  back  home .    ❜          this  world  is  too  foreign  to  him   &   he  has  never  felt  so  alone .    even  if  there  is  no  war  here ,  his  family  was  not  here  either .

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theatricls​:

                                        𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊  𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐍'𝐓  𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒  quite  used  to  seeing  other’s  true  form  so  when  he  saw  the  man  he  was  speaking  to ,  he  was  quite  taken  aback .     other  angels  were  fine      ―      they  were  nice ,  soft  even .     they  reminded  him  of  gardens  and  his  mom ,  kelly      ―      but  the  demons  were  still  quite  scary  to  him .     he  did  his  best  to  make  sure  that  it  didn’t  show  on  his  face .     he  seemed  nice  enough  though ,  albeit  the  scary .     there  was  apart  of  him      ―      the  hunter  side      ―      that  made  him  want  to  kill  him .     that’s  what  they  do .     no .     this  was  a  new  day  in  a  weird  place .     for  all  he  knows ,      this  was  the  afterlife       :         he  was  dead  after  all .          (   𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬  𝐜𝐡𝐮𝐜𝐤 .   )

                              ❝   okay  thank  you .     have  you  seen  three  men  around ?     two  are  most  likely  wearing  flannel ,  one’s      super      tall ?     the  third  one  in  a  beige  trench  coat ?   ❞          jack  asked ,  wishing  that  he  had  a  photo  of  them  but  sadly ,  all that  was  in  his  wallet  was  his  fake  id ,  about  two  dollars  to  get  chocolate  at  the  gas  station ,  and  a  list  of  numbers  in  case  of  an  emergency .           ❝   they’re  my  dads  and      i’d  really  like      to  find  them .   ❞          he  added  with  a  small  smile .     that  smile ,  he  was  hoping ,  would  be  the  ticket  into  what  he  wanted ,  which  was  answers .     jack  would  make  sure  that  he  had  some  answers  to  the  plenty  of  questions  dean ,  sam ,  and  cas  would  most  likely  have  when  they  arrived  or  if  he  found  them .

𝐀  𝐏𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐄  𝐋𝐀𝐃 ,  𝐈𝐅  𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 .     considering  the  power  coming  off  of  him  its  entirely  possible  he  knew  what  he  was  speaking  to  but  if  he  saw  anything  off  the  regular  with  crowley  he  didn’t  speak  his  mind  or  show  it .    very  surprising  considering  his  next  few  words .   hearing  the  description  of  the  three  amgios  was  simply  vindication  for  crowley  but  the  boy’s  relation  to  them  sends  his  other  brow  up  towards  his  new  hairline .    his  chin  tips  out  as  his  head  cocks  to  the  side .       ❛    beg  pardon ?    ❜       DADS .    ---      how  long  had  he  been  dead ,  exactly ?

❛    correct  me  if  i’m  wrong  but  two  of  those  three  are  related ,  yes ?    ❜            they’re  from  kansas ,  not  alabama ,  if  he  remembered  correctly .    cas   &   dean ?    to  be  expected .    no  matter  how  crowley  despised  the  clear  affection ,  the  little  angel  had  the  elder  winchester  wrapped  around  his  celestial  finger .     SAMUEL ,  HOWEVER   ---    what  did  that  make  him ?    a  father - uncle ?           ❛    i  haven’t  seen  them ,  no ,  not  here .    though  i  expect  their  company  at  some  point .    i  know  of  them .    we  were  pals  on  good  days   ...   name’s  crowley .    ❜

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puzzledfm​:

mary fully had sam’s face in her hand, turning his jaw this way and that so that she could get a good look at him. she was holding back her tears for now, but her lips were thin as she fought the lump in her throat. “you’re so tall,” she managed, finally. she wasn’t a short woman, and she was sure this wasn’t the first time he had heard it. “you were… i mean, you were a baby.” @tragicies​

𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐒  𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄  𝐇𝐈𝐌  𝐏𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐃  𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄 ,  afraid  he  might  shatter  this  moment  if  he  moves  too  much .   even  if  this  is  the  second  time  he’s  gotten  to  meet  his  mother  it  still  feels  so  fragile .    the  fear  of  breaking  her  heart  with  his  list  of  crimes  haunts  just  behind  him .    the  corner  of  his  mouth  flicks  in  a  smile .          ❛    it’s  ---   um .    ❜         been  a  while ?   is  that  what  you  should  say ?    has  it  been  thirty  eight  years  or  has  it  been  just  a  few  years ,  though ?           ❛    i  hit  a  growth  spurt  around  fifteen .   dean’s  never  been  very  happy  about  it .    ❜

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lightclaimed​:

“ well i guess that depends on whether you have any useful information. ” he quipped, easily maneuvering past the initial flustered feeling at the clear and shameless pickup line he’d just had thrown at him. he was a simple man, sure, but he didn’t give out his number to just anyone. there was something there, a flash of some sort of recognition, but dean had far more important issues to deal with than trying to pin somebody that was only slightly familiar to begin with, so in a lapse of judgement he let it slide. “ nothing major, i just have a couple questions, routine. ” he flashed a smile. “ have you been here long ? experienced anything weird since being here ? live nearby ? any information would be appreciated. ” 

𝐇𝐄  𝐖𝐀𝐒  𝐍𝐎𝐓  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓  𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑 ,  this  much  is  true ,  but  dean  wasn’t  the  most  observant  either .   the  winchesters  were  many  things ,  but  crowley  wouldn’t  call  them  the  brightest  crayons  in  the  box  by  any  means .    now ,  that  being  said ,  this  might  be  something  more  difficult  to  pull  on  sam .    crowley  was  also  quite  certain  that  he  wasn’t  sam’s  type ,  though .       ❛    here’s  to  hoping  i’m  helpful ,  then .   ❜         he  tips  his  drink  like  a  cheers .         ❛    been  around  for  a  fortnight  or  so .    personally ,  weirdest  piece  for  me  be  that ,  before  i  got  here ,  i  had  just  died .    saw  a  bright  light   &   the  next  thing  i  know  i’m  having  to  find  my  legs  here .   ❜       more  literally  than  most  at  that  as  he  came  here  without  a  body  attached  to  him .        ❛    don’t  know  about  you  but  i’m  not  the  very  religious  type .   if  i  were ,  though ,  this  doesn’t  seem   like  what  i  pictured  an  afterlife  as .   ❜

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acataleptichq​:

closed starter( @tragicies​​​ ) tony & any muse

despite mimicking a lot of what he knew in any city, this city was not bustling with life in any capacity. it didn’t feel real. it didn’t have anything that felt authentic. he felt like he was in a dream or a video game, like everything here was half-baked despite looking incredible. “do you think they have a burrito place here?” he asked, looking around. “i know there are restaurants, but are they themed? how many are there? do they just serve whatever we request? i could really go for a burrito right now. what are you thinking about?” hopefully, they were also thinking about burritos now, because he could use the help. 

𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃  𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋  𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐃  𝐇𝐈𝐒  𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐋  𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊  𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐑𝐄 .    against  the  sleek  shine  of  this  world ,  he  stuck  out  like  a  dirty ,  dark  stain .    in  his  mind ,  shock  now  a  numbing  buzz  in  his  mind ,  his  thoughts  were  all  falling  short  of  what  conclusion  to  come  to .    death ?    is  this  death ?   if  so   ---    what  was  he  supposed  to  make  of  or  do ?    the  man  speaking  is  a  helpful  way  of  breaking  away  from  churning  thoughts  even  if  for  just  a  moment .   he  blinks  once ,  then  again ,  then  inhales  to  reply .             ❛    i   ---   i  really  don’t  know  what  a  burrito  is .    mostly  that’s  what  i’m  thinking  about .    ❜

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lightclaimed​:

dean’s first instinct when he had come to the conclusion that this wasn’t actually an alcohol induced fever-dream that he was going to wake up from warm and safe in his bed in the bunker had been to search for sam, but so far it had been to no avail. he’d found cas, which had gone about as well as expected, all things considered, but he wouldn’t be able to truly be at peace here until he had found his brother, especially given the knowledge that god himself was out to get them both now. maybe being on a completely different planet in space somewhere was the best thing for them right now, but he wouldn’t be able to relax and really enjoy the peace until he knew that sam was okay. that had always been his first priority. 

it felt like a strike of sheer, dumb luck that he happened to be sitting alone in the burger joint when sam walked in asking questions. not even a second later dean was on his feet, the plate with his half-eaten burger on discarded on the table as he stopped behind his baby brother. were this a standard, run of the mill situation, this was far too convenient, too easy, but god knew they deserved a break from all the worry. “ matter of fact i think she has. ” dean answered for the hostess, shooting her a smile. “ hey sammy. ”

𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐄  𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐓𝐒  𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇  𝐇𝐈𝐌  𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓  𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 .   he  knew  his  brother’s  voice  better  than  his  own   &   for  a  moment  the  stoic  F.B.I.  persona  slips  as  he  turns  around  with  wide  eyes .    he’s  genuinely  impressed  this  worked  for  him   &   while  it  does  seem  all  too  simple  worries  about  that  are  downed  out  for  a  moment  by  the  relief  that  he’s  not ,  in  fact ,  alone  here .    his  mouth  quips  to  a  long  smile .         ❛     dean .    ❜         he  steps  forward  to  engulf  his  older  brother  in  a  hug .    something  just  to ,  if  anything ,  prove  he’s  solid   &   real .    god  knows   (  maybe  he  should  pick  a  new  statement  other  than  that )   that  sam  has  had  troubles  with  things  being  not  quite  as  real  as  he  hoped .

the  embrace  is  short ,  something  just  to  get  the  message  of  relief  from  seeing  his  brother  across ,  before  he  pulls  back .    he  clears  his  throat   &   the  ever  present  awkwardness  about  him  begins  to  settle  back  into  his  large  frame .    he  glances  back  to  the  hostess ,  giving  an  uncomfortable  wave  to  her  raised  eyebrow .         ❛     thanks .    ❜         looking  behind  dean  he  can  spy  the  burger  his  brother  abandoned .   guiding  dean  by  the  shoulder ,  he  has  them  make  their  way  over  to  it .         ❛     dude   ...   what  the  hell .    ❜

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puzzledfm​:

benny’s hand planted firmly between crowley’s shoulderblades as he laughed at crowley’s joke, having to slap his other hand to his own knee in the hope of getting his breath back. he lifted the drink in front of him, once he had a handle on himself, and offered it up into a cheers. “you know, gotta say, now i see the reason i never heard halfa these stories. been cheated all this time.” even with all the time he and dean spent in purgatory, and afterwards, benny knew he hadn’t known everything there was to know about the winchesters. “i’m definitely buyin’ the next round for that. alright. what do you wanna know?” @tragicies​

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐔𝐈𝐍𝐄  𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐑  𝐖𝐀𝐒  𝐒𝐔𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐘  𝐑𝐀𝐑𝐄 .    he  didn’t  live  to  make  jokes  mind  you  but  it  wasn’t  often  someone  didn’t  fear  him  or  hate  him  enough  to  laugh  when  he  did .    he  feels  strangely  proud  about  the  fact  he  has  this  vampire  doubled  over  for  a  moment  with  the  classics  he  knows  of  the  winchester  two .         ❛    they’re  usually  too  upset  about  the  bigger  picture .   those  two  forget  the  fun  details .    that’s  where  being  a  demon  comes  in  handy .    ❜         a  demon  doesn’t  feel   ---    much .    he  has  shot  sympathy ,  perhaps ,  but  to  say  he  doesn’t  feel  at  all  would  be  too  big  a  lie .          ❛    i’ve  shared  my  winchester  gossip ,  what’s  yours ?   the  lack  of  details  dean  winchester  shared  about  you  is ,  clearly ,  criminal .    ❜

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MOODBOARD   :   4/?  /     crowley  ,   ft.  dean  winchester    (  @lightclaimed  )   .

            ❝      he’s  my  best  friend ,  my  partner  in  crime .    they’ll  write  songs  about  us ,  graphic  novels :   THE  MISADVENTURES  OF  GROWLEY   &   SQUIRREL .    dean  winchester  completes  me .    &   that’s  what  makes  you  lose  your  chickens .

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@crxckedchxssis

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DEAN  WINCHESTER  .

​ ► starter ; closed , plotted. ► for @tragicies​ ; crowley.​​

being on a whole other planet was new, but strangely enough still not the worst thing that had ever happened to dean, or even the craziest, which was an incredible insight into the insanity of his life. was he freaking out internally ? hell yeah, but outwards he was cool as a cucumber, posing as an oh so confused f.b.i agent who had appeared here by complete happenstance and was searching for any kind of answers that might be provided. “ hey. ” he greeted, sliding into the seat opposite the handsome stranger and flashing the badge, before pocketing it quickly. “ name’s agent zeppelin, you mind if i ask you a few questions ? ” 

𝐎𝐅  𝐓𝐖𝐎  𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒  𝐇𝐄  𝐖𝐀𝐒  𝐀𝐁𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐔𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐘  𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍 .     firstly ,  this  was  dean  winchester  so  he  was  right  all  along  about  winchester  involvement  in  the  area .    &   secondly ,   dean  winchester  had  no  idea  who  he  was  talking  to .   it  surprises  crowley  for  a  split  second ,  causing  his  mouth  to  part ,  confused ,  but  as  he  draws  a  breath  to  speak  realization  melts  bewilderment  into  suave  smile .    new  vessels  had  their  perks  when  facing  familiar  faces .    though  he  had  mourned  the  loss  of  his  old  vessel   (  everyone  had  a  preferred  one  after  all  )    he  found  himself  immensely  grateful  for  this  new  one  in  the  moment .          ❛    should  i  hope  one  of  them  is  asking  for  my  number ?    ❜          his  accent  was  similar  but  strange  enough  rolling  off  a  different  tongue .    while  it  lasts ,  this  should  be  delightful  fun .          ❛    how  can  i  help  you ,  agent ?    ❜

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JACK  KLINE .

                           closed  ,    plotted  starter       for       crowley   .                                                                                    @tragicies​

                                        𝐎𝐖 .     that  really  hurt .     he  blinked  a  few  times ,  eyes  still  trying  to  focus  on  where  he  was .     heaven ?        had  to  be .        maybe  he’d  get  to  see  his  mother  again .     she  was  always  so  nice  to  see .     he  missed  her ,  EVERY  SINGLE  DAY ,  and  always     vowed     to  make  sure  that  he  lived  up  to  what  she  wanted  him  to  be :       a  force  of  good  among  the  evil  that  corrupted  city  after  city ,  state  after  state .          she  knew  he  could be  good  despite  his  biological  father .     he  believed  he  could  be  good     -     it  just  didn’t  always  end  up  as  expected .     he  wanted  to     make  his  mother  proud     and  he  felt  like  he  was  𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 .

                                        this     -     this  wasn’t  𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 .     if  this  was  heaven  then  they  really  had  changed  the  appearance  of  it .     hm ,  well ,  think .     what  would  sam  and  dean  do ?          investigate .          the  baby  nephilim  walked  down  one  of  the  sidewalks ,  brows  knitted  tightly  together  as  he  kept  an  eye  out  for     someone     who  may  be  able  to  help  him  find  some  normalcy .

❝  excuse me ,  can  i  ask  you     a  few     questions ?  ❞          he  asked  an  inconspicuous  man .     he  really  didn’t  sit  right  with  jack  but  he  couldn’t  quite  understand  why .     nonetheless ,  all  he  wanted  was  some  answered  to  the     heavy - weighted     questions  that  lay  on  his  tongue .

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘  𝐒𝐀𝐘  𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍  𝐘𝐎𝐔  𝐃𝐈𝐄  𝐘𝐎𝐔  𝐒𝐄𝐄  𝐀  𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓  𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 .     as  someone  who  had  died  once  before ,  crowley  figured  that  to  be  utter  bogus .    his  opinion ,  though ,  was  rather  biased  by  his  death  being  that  of  a  damned  man  on  his  way  to  hell’s  gates .   a  death  of  a  demon  could  be  different ,  though  he  doubted  this  was  it .    brightness   &   the  brilliant  future   ---   none  of  it  screamed  very  demonic  afterlife  to  him .    he’s  heard  rumors  of  the  empty   &  ,  from  what  he  gathered ,  being  empty  was  supposed  to  be  a  large  part  of  it .

whatever  this  was ,  he’d  place  his  bets  on  winchester  involvement .    you  try  to  die  to  get  away  from  those  flannel  covered  chaos  machines  but  they  just  pull  you  back  in .   typical .    he  flicks  the  butt  of  a  cigarette .    he  was  never  much  for  smoking  but  new  vessel  habits  were  hard  to  kick .   

looking  up  when  the  boy  speaks  to  him ,  one  of  crowley’s  brows  perk  up .    the  lad  seems  simple  to  the  ordinary  eye  but  the  power  crowley  could  feel  rolling  off  of  him  was  nearly  tangible .    not  the  duo  he  expected  from  this  place ,  but  clearly  a  possible  piece  to  this  puzzle .       ❛    well  you’ve  already  asked  one  but  i  suppose  i  could  handle  a  few  more .    how  can  i  be  of  assistance ?    ❜

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not evil anymore i want to be loved now

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𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄  𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 ?    with  everything  going  on ?    there  was  a  first  instinct  he  could  always  follow  :   FIND  HIS  BROTHER .    if  he  had  nowhere  else  to  think  to  look  he  could  always  start  with  that  as  a  lead .   his  phone  wasn’t  on  him   &   the  new  ones   ...   look ,  sam  was  fairly  okay  with  tech  but  this  wasn’t  the  average  kind  you’d  see .   he’d  fiddled  with  the  tech  somewhat  but  ultimately  slipped  in  his  pocket   &   went  after  things  the  old  fashioned  way .   with  a  fake  badge   &   a  suit .   he  had  a  picture  of  dean  in  his  wallet    (  along  with  it  one  for  cas ,  jack ,  mary ,   &   even  rowena   ---   the  last  four  of  those  names  he  didn’t  need  the  pictures  anymore ,  but  he  hadn’t  been  able  to  get  rid  of  them  yet  )    for  emergencies  just  like  this .    

he  signed  as  he  stepped  into  the  fourth  burger  joint  that  day .        ❛    hey .   agent  frehley ,  F.B.I.    ❜         he  flashes  the  fake  badge  to  the  hostess  before  anyone  is  able  to  look  close  enough  at  it .   he  reaches  into  his  jacket  to  put  away  the  badge   &   pull  out  the  photo  at  the  same  time .         ❛    i’m  only  going  to  need  a  moment  of  your  time .    ❜         the  photo  is  held  up  a  short  distance  from  him .   enough  for  the  girl  to  get  a  good  look  at  it .          ❛     have  you  seen  this  man  come  in  here  any  time  recently ?    ❜

@lightclaimed​​​     .     CLOSED  STARTER  ,   ft.  dean  winchester

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MOODBOARD   :   3/?  /     sam  winchester  ,   ft.  dean  winchester    ( @lightclaimed  )   .

            ❝      i’d  say  this  was  a  test  for  sam   &   dean .    &   i  think  they  did  alright .     up  against  good ,  evil ,  angels ,  devils ,  destiny ,   &   GOD  HIMSELF    ...   they  made  their  own  choice .     they  chose  family .    &   well   ...   isn’t  that  kind  of  the  whole  point ?