MOVED.

the topic of their father still felt like an untouched subject; one that the each of them tread lightly. dean still talks of him as though he's alive, and when he does so, sam's gaze lingers 'pon his older's brothers features for a moment longer to see if he can still read him like he used to. as if there was some tic or a movement or, hell, even the way that dean moved his eyes to see if it will give some leeway into what the damned dude is thinking (if he truly believes that their father is alive, and not just missing). or worse. he's alive, and he's just not picking up his sons' calls. the latter may not be too niche given the recent history, sam can't recall the last time he has heard their father's voice. probably not since the last words to him were to get the hell out, and to never come back. sam hates when they just pretend like they aren't on their father's tail, and that they could spend more time going after the damn thing that killed jessica, rather than finding another case that will delay the inevitable. come hell or high water, sam wanted to make the yellow eyed demon pay.

                        ──────────────                        there’s a thickness in the air between them ,    the kind that dean registers and unspoken tension    ---------    sam had been gone for nearly four years ,    had been entirely out of contact with dean for over half of that .    it felt less like two friends reconnecting after years and more like two strangers meeting for the first time .    shared blood was barely enough to make up for the differences between them now, even more glaring now that jessica was gone        (    sam was his father’s son ,    stained with crimson and ichor,  blindly intoxicated by rage and vindication    ──    dean was merely putting on a facade ,    trying desperately to fit in where he didn’t belong    ) .        emerald hues study the younger winchester ,    hoping to register the subtle changes in demeanor ,    attempting to decipher the tension in sam’s shoulders .    there was a time where sam was an open book ,    bleeding his hand even when he tried to be discreet    ---------    𝕤𝕠 𝕞𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕙𝕒𝕕 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕕 𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕪𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕤 . . .

. ✰  * ⊹  ᗪ . ᗯ.        ──────────────        ❝    as if you fuck’n been right about anythin’ so far .    ❞                words are grumbled around the lip of the beer bottle ,    animous snare targeted in her directions before fingers white knuckle the emerald tinted glass .    dean had been to hell and back        (    literally    ) ,        and the last thing he had the patience for was ruby’s satanic propaganda .                ❝    y’er just like every other demon .    ❞                the sneer is direct ,    aimed in her direction ,    but dean knows that ruby’s mangled soul would remain unphased .                ❝    just like them ,    you lie ,    you worm your way into his mind .    ᴡᴇʟʟ ʜᴇ’ꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴜᴄᴋ’ɴ ᴘᴜᴘᴘᴇᴛ .    ❞

. ✰  * ⊹  ѕ . ω.        ──────────────        smile softens around the edges but it’s all a facade ;        it doesn’t quite reach his eyes ,    and hazel hues remain cold ,    beady ,    hungry .    head gently nods in acknowledgment ,    gaze wanders around the wooden porch before landing back at the other .                ❝    buy .    my first home !    ❞                voice cheers mock enthusiasm ,    tone dry along the edges ,    hands shove back in his pockets before throat clears .    he’d always thought jessica would be standing beside him for these moments ,    that he would be happy by her side        ──────        but instead his soul was tainted by torture and misery ,    she was burning in the pit ,    and all of these accomplishments seem vacuous ,    soaked in the tainted meaninglessness of humanity .

just a reminder that both of my blogs (@foreverwants and @huntgrown) are EXTREMELY LOW ACTIVITY and replies take for ever. i’m a law student with a busy ass schedule, and this hellsite is the LEAST of my concerns. i’m here for fun, not work!

lyric starter call / @huntgrown / i know the end , phoebe bridgers

. ✰  * ⊹  ᗪ . ᗯ.        ──────────────        emerald hues narrow and jaw clenches as sam talks ,    fists clench momentarily before relaxing .    sam had no remorse for his actions        ──        that much was clear in the blase attitude on sam’s expression ,    the monotone in his voice .    maybe they had all been right about sam ,    maybe he really couldn’t be saved .                ❝    it’s the fuck’n apocalypse ,    sam .    ❞                he can’t disguise the acidity in tone ,    the way that glare digs into the square of sam’s shoulders .                ❝    you started the end of the fucking world .    ❞

. ✰  * ⊹  ѕ . ω.        ──────────────        head leans into the gentle touch ,    heavy lids shut momentarily as warm sigh passes through his lips ,    heat of the liquor curling in his stomach and slowing the thrum of his heart ,    mixing with crimson ichor and deluding his mind .    it had been months since he’d watched dean get torn to shreds ,    since he’d buried mangled flesh        ──        images of his brother’s corpse flash behind tortured eyelids ,    head shakes momentarily before bottle of liquor is placed on the ground .    sam’s angel had died brutal and bloody ,    and the devil had consumed him whole .                ❝    ’m tired of all the small demons .    ❞                words come out slurred ,    vision blurs slightly around the edges as sam can feel the power consuming him .                ❝    ’m ready for more . . .    i can take on someone bigger now .    ❞

what was meant to be a couple hours of playing catch - up had resulted in her practically holed up at the bar and grill, seated at the bar with a half - full glass of whiskey she'd hardly touched since. moving around while the gilbert girl and co. attended school made her life easier, but it also left her vulnerable to the nosy townsfolk, eager to make conversation. love your new hair, it's stunning ! of course it was, not that her lesser - version would know anything about it. perhaps, the only highlight of it all, but still horrid enough that it left the doppelganger wanting to gouge her own eyes out or remove her daylight bracelet just to traumatize them with her burnt, fiery corpse. the town had grown quieter these days, still rife with the same amateurish scenes that'd pop up every now and then, but not enough to blend in if she needed to make noise.

. ✰  * ⊹  ᗪ . ᗯ.        ──────────────        huff of laughter and head shakes slightly before beer is finished ,    glass gently taps against the worn mahogany of the bar before calloused fingers scratch at the untamed scruff on his chin .    coy grin spreads as eyes trail over his body ,    figure leans backwards in the stool before shoulders shrug .    dean had never been shy about enjoying the finer things in life ,    especially now that he had a one - way ticket to hell ,    and sam could wait a little while longer for his        (    relatively unhelpful    )        assistance researching .                ❝    you sayin’ i’m interestin’ ,    huh ?    ❞                dean knew that the case was wearing him down    ──    or maybe it was the impending deadline ,    the promise of an eternal immolation .                ❝    well honey ,    ya don’t even know the half ‘a it .    ❞                new drink is placed in front of him ,    gentle hiss escapes his lips as whiskey burns its way down his throat and warmth pools in the pit of his gut .

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