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♞  ▎┊ JACKASS. 

     “Not really, no.”

           ▎┊《  ▓▓▓     ♞ 

                              ❛  oh, joy. i s'pose you ALSO wouldn’t mind if i just 
                                            ran you over, since y'ain’t  movin’,  would'ya ?  ❜

♞  ▎┊STARTER FOR xcarnal !

           ▎┊《  ▓▓▓     ♞ 

                              ❛  dude. do you MIND ? i’m doin’ a lil’ somethin’ over ‘ere.  ❜

♞  ▎┊ UNKNOWN. 

“What are ye doing in my house?” Or rather ‘storage’, where she just so happened to keep recovered artifacts.

           ▎┊《  ▓▓▓     ♞ 

          THE GOBLET HE’S been inspecting so thoroughly is released from the confinement of his grasp, tactlessly restored to the spot he THINKS to be the initial one, but only so he can have the liberty of elevating his hands and wearing them as a shield at the height of his chest.

                           ❛  okay, alright, let’s not blow our fuses over ‘ere.
                                         i was jus’  —-  i mean, i AM  —-  y'know, jus’ …  ❜

                            ❛   —–   i don’t think i have an answer.  ❜

♞  ▎┊ bite me. 

             ❛ Sounds like a Winchester move, though. HIDING. ❜ 

           ▎┊《  ▓▓▓     ♞ 

                          ❛  home boy, i think y'got the wrong winchesters, ‘cause 
                                      duckin’  too low under the radar REALLY ain’t a problem.  ❜

♞  ▎┊ whoa, there ! 

_{There is a split second where she seems to consider, a blatant eyefuck look that clearly states she’s objectifying him roughly and thoroughly in mind. Would it be problematic?}

     _{“Your bow legs could be put to good use. If you are requesting that I objectify you in the back seat of a car, then I have to say, what is the phrase? –That’s kinky–.”} 

_{Her fingers tap against her leg before grabbing her skirt and rucking it up obnoxiously high to mid thigh and studies him for his reaction.}

     _{“Perhaps we should entertain the notion ob backseat objectifying as long as you aren’t gentle. Gentle is boring– Or is that a self defense mechanism and I actually make you nervous. I wonder what you would do if I started undressing you.”} 

           ▎┊《  ▓▓▓     ♞ 

          IRISES SAIL INTO a singular trajectory, a glace of mild bewilderment petrified upon her frame, and he soon learns that any attempts at maintaining a secure hold of his judgment are FUTILE, when suddenly all of his being knots in impulses and instincts. Thus unveils a contrast in his feedback, when his peer unavoidably wavers to the BAIT skin she’s so boldly flashed and when a square of his shoulders shepherds his stance to lean to a gaping DISTANCE.

         IT DOESN’T TAKE long before he becomes aware of the enthrallment to his gaze, tearing it away with a bolt of his brows and a muted exhale.

                     ❛  …    sorry, lady, i’m more of a, uh  —  foreplay type.  ❜

♞  ▎┊ STEVE. 

“Well that settles it then.”

STEVE CAREFULLY AVOIDED the carcass and the head as he made his way over to the Van Helsing man. He hoped that he might be able to accompany him. He had NO IDEA what he was doing with this job —— “ hunting ”  as Fury called it. He knew that monsters exist and kill them before they kill others. Those were his orders. He would’ve never known to decapitate a vampire if he hadn’t witnessed it himself. As much as he would hate to admit, he didn’t know what he was doing. 

“You, ah, know who I am. Just call me Steve. Who’re you?”

           ▎┊《  ▓▓▓     ♞ 

          ALRIGHT …  THAT DEFINITELY crosses out the variant of being litigated for the act he’s been just barely caught in the middle of, though it doesn’t seem to properly erase the puzzlement irrigating the contortion of his features and the cascade of queries pooling through the tranquility of his psyche. Obviously, he DOES possess  —  extensive even  —  knowledge of the other’s identity and whereabouts and he cannot recall a time when VAMPIRES numbered among his liabilities, which only laces his tone with all the more hesitating tremors.

                             ❛   yeah, uh  —   hey. dean. dean winchester.  ❜

        JUST SAVE UP on the interrogation for now; perhaps the Captain will do him the benefit of offering some clarifications in advance.

♞  ▎┊ JULIET. 

red nailed fingertips tapped at the bar’s
countertop, legs crossing over one another.
h u m a n s were so…WEIRD.  never once
had the h e l l h o u n d understood them.
they were FORGEIGN conceps and she
could barely even begin to GET them.
despite being as OLD as she was, being
h u m a n was something she would never
get used to.

❛ was that sarcasm? ❜

one thing juliet HAS been able to grasp was
s a r c a s m. she had HEARD it multiple times
from her o w n e r s. it was nothing she was
fresh to.

           ▎┊《  ▓▓▓     ♞ 

         JUST AS SLOW as he is when he sets his half emptied beer on the counter, he is equally QUICK to snap his eyes into her general direction, a clear hue of distemper painting the bolting of his eyebrow. He’s never been good at masking his inner monologues, thus there is a gradient of certain grimaces streaming through his features as he attempts to AMASS the appropriate response to this atrociously indigo reproduced deja vu.

          NO KNOWLEDGE OF basic social norms ? Uncertain sarcasm detector ? An ominous solitary and surname-less name ? How vaguely obviously familiar.

          A CLEAR OF his throat and he leans in faintly, a half serious, half lost label on his face.

                   ❛  with all the risk to sound like a jerk …
                          —–  were you raised in the JUNGLE ?  ❜

♞  ▎┊ ran – ranplat – rantanplat – what ?! 

 ❝ You’re really not as sneaky as you think you
    are. Rantanplan would be harder to figure out. ❞

           ▎┊《  ▓▓▓     ♞ 

               ❛  oh, yeah ? i wasn’t TRYIN’ to be sneaky, chuckles.  ❜

♞  ▎┊ UNKNOWN.

               _{a smile quipped on samantha’s lips, a palm lifting to pause the stranger’s steps.    “don’t worry ‘bout it, big guy. i’ll go get it. you stand there and don’t break anythin’ else.” samantha told herself that she wasn’t going to drunk too much the previous night; guess she was WRONG.}

           ▎┊《  ▓▓▓     ♞ 

          INTENTION IS ENDED, his step rendered to a motionless footing and his rejoinder to a plain head bob as acknowledgement. Not particularly soothed by the the notion of WAITING, he finds himself drowned in his surroundings, letting a detached gaze drag over the walls and objects inhabiting the chamber. And, suddenly, his ever shifting expression freezes on one frame, masking the thoughts wheeling in his head that contain an unspoken monologue. That’s when his peer is removed from the initial spot and it bewilderingly crawls through the threshold of the bedroom.

                          ❛    ——    break anythin’  else ?   ❜

♞  ▎┊ JAN. 

     Honestly, she does want to help him out with his situation,
     but with the fact that she had zero knowledge as to how or
     why he wound up at her motel door, there wasn’t really much
     she could do except shrug at him once more like she had with
     every other question he’d shot at her. She feels bad that he’d
     LOST the Impala, however— she knows just how much it means
     to him.

          “Either that, or you were super sleep-deprived.
           Maybe Sam dropped you off and left before I
           could spot him, I don’t know. But I mean, you’re
           welcome to STAY as long as you need until you
           find the car, I guess. And I’ll help as much as I can,
           if you want.”

           ▎┊《  ▓▓▓     ♞ 

          HAND NUMBLY GLIDES to a descent from the support of the doorpost, the olive burnish of his irises dulling into the distance a PETRIFIED gaze has been hurled to. Absently, slowly, his figure wheels, though the motion of his frame does in no way match the deserted ambient sewed into his features. Wordlessly, he proceeds back inside with automatic steps, a hushed murmur pooling from his strained lips,

                                             ❛   …    fuck me.  ❜

          BEFORE HE CEASES his motion and petrifies his footing, following it with a more VOCAL statement, this time aided by the mild whine quaking the release of his speech.

                         ❛    —-   i think i’m gonna have a panic attack.  ❜