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♞  ▎┊ MEG. 

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               “Y'know—I've LEARNED my lesson. No
                 need to send all of those fruit baskets
                 and singing cards, because I’m sure as
                 Hell done with your Winchester bullshit.
                 I think I’m doing better than I EVER have
                 without playing hero for you boys.”

           ▎┊《  ▓▓▓     ♞ 

                           ❛  yeah, yeah, untwist your panties, y'won’t see me beg.
                                   let’s not pretend that you’ve been playin’ for team winchester
                                   by the way.  you an’  i both know we were jus’  the obligatory
                                   get through compromise for cas.  ❜

♞  ▎┊ CASTIEL. 

             ❛  your blasphemous intercourse films do me no discomfort. mating is merely the way of life ; i should welcome something so normal in your life. perhaps it will keep you from making a new mistake for me to clean up.

           ▎┊《  ▓▓▓     ♞ 

               ❛    ——    you know what ? eat a DICK. i don’t need
                                  mister victoria’s secret to clean after my mistakes.
                                  but then again,  guess  what’s  a mistake to me is
                                  ruinin’  the big fish divine plan to you, ain’t it ?  ❜

♞  ▎┊ ANNA. 

His words cut to the quick in a way that they should not as she is Ananiel, an Angel of Lord, and yet at her very core, she is but Anna Milton, the girl who fell in love with the Righteous Man. It was that girl that his words wounded, though she knew she deserved no less. 

She knew she betrayed him, that she tried to take away everything he held most dear, for it wasn’t Dean’s own existence that mattered, but that of his brother. His mother. She’d threatened that and for him, perhaps it was the most unforgivable sin of all.

Others would have left it alone. Anna tried to do what she thought was right and she failed. Others never would have dared tread here again, not only for fear of the Righteous Man’s wrath, but for fear of retribution:

Her brother had smote her down once; what was to say he would not again? Even so, the end of her existence was not something she feared, not any longer for she had gone into that void and had come out vastly unchanged.

Heaven’s own torture had not been enough to darken the flame of her love for him; nor had non-existence. Her own light had been snuffed out and yet that particular ember had sparked the moment she’d returned. 

That was a light that would truly never die, no matter if Anna herself died a hundred thousand deaths.

“–Rumors of my death have been greatly exaggerated.” Not really; for a time, Anna truly was dead, but, “you of all people should know, Dean, that often, what’s dead  never really stays dead.” But perhaps she should’ve; she loved him enough that she could try again if he so willed it. 

           ▎┊《  ▓▓▓     ♞ 

          PERHAPS AT FAULT is the confinement of the starry solitude that has him occluded in a haven of steam and smoke, scorching his veins from the inside out, but now that he is freed from the chaotic tempests marking his last encounter with the auburn crowned seraph before him ( now that there aren’t any scattered fragments of dread and panic clouding his mind )   –   the alleged tranquility of his psyche leaves room for a crystalline judgment, as glassy as the musing rivers and as GLACIAL as the winter which bestows them. 

         A SELF SUPPRESSED beastly instinct attempts to battle its way to surface, roll the dice and wheel the gears of a long DUE offense, though said instinct must first rage war against his composure, steadied in the unflinching lock of his gaze and motionless stiffness of his muscles ( seems that he’s wearing a cloak threaded with blinking explosives, so much that he fears any shift in his footing might set them off and set ablaze the GAS pumping in his blood ).

         YET HE DOESN’T rush to follow the advice of the malevolent hushes soothing at the back of his head; and he TRIES, he suffocates those wrathful demons and opts to LISTEN. Albeit, it turns out to be pointless. Her lips move, words beating at his eardrums that drag electricity down his spine, and all he can HEAR is a speech sewed with knives and arsenic. No matter the excuse she bears  –  at least for NOW  –  he cannot seem to manage to keep himself in a state of apathetic defense and whatever she pleads, all he hears is FAULT and his only active sense becomes SPITEFULNESS.

         WHICH IS WHY he feels how those perilous claws gnaw at his tongue and dip it in poison, nudging him over his own interior edge into a pit of FIRE, glowing in the chartreuse of irises that PREY on her figure, and he steps forth  —  several considerable steps even  —  the weight of his scowl oppressing his optics into a vivid narrow.

                   ❛  hilarious irony, though. the way YOU handle things, i’d
                              sure as hell be  roadkill right now an' you’d have no one to
                              yammer pity stories to. wouldn’t that suck ?  ❜

♞  ▎┊ 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 ?  ❜

♞  ▎┊ DEATH. 

❝ Regardless, here we are. ❞

       His answer came like a swift DAGGER [ now embedded in flesh ]
          soft & SILENT as the common demeanor of an entity pushed 
         towards frustration by no more than a foolish MORTAL ———
         for time again he had held his tongue in hopes that the hunter
      would take NOTE of past mistakes but no, this was a lost cause. 
         He had provided warnings beyond BELIEF, so excessive one
           could drown in their multitude & yet still this man moved on
         [ as though DEATH itself were a passing whisper ] for a face
         was still now — spent of all sympathy & gratitude towards the
         one many called the righteous man, moreso the ignorant fool.

              There would be no more wagers. That time had passed.

 ❝ So what, dare I ask, is your
         brilliant plan to bind the 
                  Darkness yet again? ❞

           ▎┊《  ▓▓▓     ♞ 

         WHATEVER GHASTLY PHENOMENON cascades upon humanity and threats to swallow it whole, it always descents from a genesis of unknown. It’s become part of an excruciating pattern, an endless loophole that seems to carry those who have once defeated DESTINY on the same trajectories over and over again. The lion cage has been BLASTED open and now he steadies himself in front of the beast jailed among pillars of fog and darkness, a riddle that they have to carry on, should they want to process FURTHER.

          HIS CHIN DIPS into the base of his throttle, silent in his footing as he allows for a moment’s worth of contemplation to patch his stability together and purge all the needless PARASITES of his head and, despite the ominous vagueness of his rejoinder, his speech claims a ( still realist ) doubtless shade.

                   ❛  we haven’t been exactly big on windin’ up plans
                              stickin’ by ‘em.   gotta know what we’re dealin’ with
                              first, which kinda makes research a good start.  ❜

♞  ▎┊ 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 ?   ❜

♞  ▎┊ CASSTIEL. 

         ❛ you think a BROKEN down husk of a man like you can do anything to HELP? sure, maybe you can speed it along ; until then you’re MY charge & i’m not letting you out of my sight for a minute. your thoughts - your MOVEMENTS ; i’m watching & listening to everything, dean winchester.

           ▎┊《  ▓▓▓     ♞ 

                         ❛  what can i say ? hope you’re a BRAZZERS fan.  ❜

♞  ▎┊ 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.  ❜

♞  ▎┊ JO. 

                                         ❛ are y’even listenin’ t’yourself, winchester ?? ❜

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                          ❛   —-   it kinda sounded better in my head, so …  ❜