𝚄𝙽𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙰𝙱𝙻𝙴

"You cannot hide forever."

He does not require the subtle metallic creak of the door sliding shut to know they are near. The severity of the wound inflicted on them before leaves a path that guides him through the cloister of different rooms and dark corridors.

Blood.

The scent clings like heady perfume. The likes of which he finds so easily distracting - though he is never quite sure if that sense is his own and inflicted by Uroboros or a gift that has been bestowed upon him.

A gloved hand runs along the wall. The rustle of dark fabric is so subtle as he moves towards the chipped red locker that he doubts they are aware yet.

He is a force to be reckoned with - a mortal only in shape. Or so he has taught each and every one of them by now. Through violence, through malice, through a seemingly never ending cruelty that drives him to carry on these games day after wretched day. At least the scent of blood never ceases to excite him, a thought that brings just the ghost of a smile to his lips as he rips the door open. Burying the stained blade in his hand in the spot right beside their unfortunate head.

"Found you."

she flinched when the knife hit the wall next to her head and her gaze flickered from it towards the predator , as a small smirk perked up on the corner of her black painted lips and she tilted her head to the side , as the hand stained with her own blood reached up to wrap around the blade and pulling it out of the wall. „ maybe i let you find me. ever thought about that ? that you‘re not as smart as you think you are ? “ , she taunted him , dropping the blade.

DEEP BREATHES. IT WHAT HIS THERAPIST TOLD HIM HE EVER FELT LIKE LOSING CONTROL , BUT IT was easier said than done , when he could feel the presence of something he thought was gone. of course he noticed the small urge for raw meat , the way he wanted to ravish it until he was satisfied , but he ignored it most of the time in order to feel more normal. he wasn‘t normal. he never would be and there would always be this carving , it just never came out like this , not until he saw his own blood. how easy it would be to just attack sam. he turned away from her , eyes kept shut as he tried to take deep , slow breathes. he was in control. no one else. he was. he was. it was like a mantra he repeated for himself over and over again in his head to calm down. and for the moment it did work , as he could still feel himself being tense. „ i‘m sorry. “ , the apology was whispered , while he was still turned away from sam and his voice was shaken , when his shoulders sunk.

                             CASTIEL HAS NEVER BEEN TO AN AMUSEMENT PARK, EITHER, so when he saw a commercial for a local one during one of his late-night TV marathons, he thought this could be a special shared experience with Jack. The Nephilim never got to grow up like a normal child, after all; this could be a shred of normalcy in an otherwise very strange life.

JACKS EYES FLICKERED TOWARDS THE ROLLERCOASTER , BACK TO CASTIEL AND there was a small frown forming on his features. it really did not look as fast , maybe they were just too used to their powers or castiel was , but he was still excited to go for a ride , have fun like normal human beings , like he was suppose to belong , even though deep down he knew he‘d never belong. he never had a childhood , he was just there , the spawn of satan , even if he‘d never accept lucifer as his own father.

SHE WAS RIGHT. SHE COULDN‘T FIND SOMEONE ELSE TO DO THE JOB BETTER THAN SHE WOULD , but that did not mean he couldn‘t do it himself. he just did not like getting his own hands dirty, when there were other people he could use. or pay for his own advantage without wasting the precious time he needed for something bigger , but that did not mean he wasn‘t going to do it if necessary. „ my bad. “ , he huffed as he stepped closer to her , hand raising up to grab her by the chin and he stared at her through the glasses. „ you‘ve got twenty four hours more. that‘s all i‘m giving you. if you should fail, ada. i‘ll have to show you no mercy. and you won‘t like me like that , so you better start right now , before i do change my mind. “ , the growl in his tone was undeniable a way to show off how pissed he was. he could giver a little more time , but he didn‘t have much of it to offer. „ so you really better hurry up. do your damn job. “ , he huffed as he let go of her and turned around to let his back face her and raised his hand to wave her off. „ there‘s nothing else we have to talk about. “

ೃ⁀➷ It was impressive enough that the BSAA agent was able to locate one of Ada's penthouse homes and track her down to it. She'd clearly been sloppy at some point and planned to rectify that immediately. Such plans were for the future, though, after she vacated her current New York residence. The moment at hand called for a more worrisome approach as she watched Chris take a seat on her couch. He looked far too at ease in her home, even if she herself rarely spent any time there.

ADA WONG HAD BEEN ON THEIR RADAR FOR QUIET A WHILE NOW , BUT IT WASN‘T LIKE SHE WAS TROUBLE. she did her job and in a way chris did respect that , in a way he couldn‘t even blame her. they were all here to survive somehow , but he wasn‘t too happy about the fact her latest client used whatever strain she had stolen for him to attack a small village. „ thank god this isn‘t our first date then, huh ? “ , he replied with a small smirk , blue hues never leaving her , watching every movement. he came upstairs without a weapon , well expect for his knife , for reasons , because he didn‘t want this to escalate. „ i‘m not going to lie to you , a few of the guys would love to see you in handcuffs and locked away , but i am not here to lock you up , even though you might be a thorn in our operation. “ , he replied , as he pushed himself up to move closer.

Dwight struggled to catch his breath as his heart pounded threateningly faster. He merely blinked, swallowed his anxiety, and obeyed the smaller woman's unforeseen orders. He was frozen in place, and the sensations shooting through his body made it difficult to even desire breaking away . . .

SABLE ARCHED HER BROW UP , TILTING HER HEAD TO THE SIDE IN CONFUSION. „ WELL , WELL , PERHAPS you just don‘t want to remember , but i believe you‘re lying to me. “ , she purred quietly , her owns hands moving up to cup his cheeks once more and she stared at him for a moment , as she let silence fall over them.

CHRIS TURNED TOWARDS HER , A SMALL SMIRK PERKING UP ON THE CORNER of his lips , as his blue hues roamed over her features. „ i‘m aware of that , but i wouldn‘t think of leon as a drooling braindead guy. “ , he admitted with a small smirk perking up on the corner of his lips , as he gave her a soft nod as response. „ yeah , didn‘t look in trouble , but i‘m just curious what you want here. there‘s nothing else for you to accomplish. not that it‘s any of my business , but i‘m also not watching you ruin my mission here. “

                            CASTIEL ISN'T USED TO SEEING THE PEOPLE HE CARES ABOUT SICK. He usually just heals them from whatever virus they catch. He tried to with Jack, too, but it didn't work — maybe because he's still a Nephilim, even with his grace as diminished as his. Well, there is no other way than to deal with this like every ordinary human that doesn't have a handy guardian angel around, even if the fever worries Castiel.

JACK WASN‘T TRULY FEELING ANY BETTER , BUT HE DIDN‘T WANT TO WORRY THEM MORE THAN THEY ALREADY did. he could tell by their looks , could tell how they acted they were too worried and the last thing he wanted to do was make them suffer even more. he coughed out again as his eyes fell shut and he shut his eyes for a moment , feeling tired and exhausted. „ perhaps just a little bit. “ , he murmured and his eyes opened again so he could face the other with another small smile , but he couldn‘t bring himself up to smile brighter or more.

                              WELL, THIS CONVERSATION DOESN'T SEEM TO END ANYTIME SOON. Castiel sits down, hands on the tabletop. "He just needs some time to work through his anger." He isn't 100 % sure about that, but he also can't find it in himself to care right about now. Nobody asks him if he's angry or hurt, and Dean certainly couldn't care less right about now. Why does Castiel have to put his own feelings away all the time? It's hard enough to deal with them as it is since he's still getting used to the whole having emotions thing in the first place. All this shouldn't concern Jack, though. Castiel reaches out and squeezes his hand. "We all love you, Jack. That's not going to change. Ever." Did he learn that in one of the countless books on childrearing he read? Probably.

AGAIN THERE WERE EMOTIONS INVOLVED , SOMETHING SO HUMAN , YET SOMETHING SO FAMILIAR. ANGER was something he did not like , nor that he could truly ever sympathize with. sure in a way he did feel anger about being abandoned by his mother and who his father was , but he came to a point where he knew that he could decide who his own father was. that family was not defined by blood , but the ones you choose and he would be forever grateful for the opportunity the winchester and especially castiel gave him. it was one of the many reasons why he hated it how they sometimes fought like a married couple. „ i‘m not questioning your affection for me or the way you feel towards me , but as we feel as family. it does feel like it‘s falling apart everytime you fight. “ , he admitted with a sigh slipping past his lips.