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INDIE & SELECTIVE MULTI MUSE BLOG ~ written by Lex

RULES || MUSES || NAVI 

This is a sideblog. I follow from @imnobodysson.

send   “ look at me. “   for my muse’s reaction to yours grabbing mine by the chin and forcing mine to look at them during a tense / highly emotional moment. 

      “𝓝o.. no.” Sydney shook her head a couple of times while her eyebrows furrowed toward Dean’s comment about burning the body. “I’m not really… a fan of burning the bodies. Especially if they aren’t malicious.” She said, talking a couple steps toward the staircase and then turning back toward Dean. “There’s more than one way to take care of the spirit rather than completely decimating their final resting place and the person they once were.” Perhaps the Winchesters didn’t know of a few of her tricks. But the last resort was burnings. At least in her books. “I just find it kinda rude in a sense. Here you are, lost and maybe confused. Hell, you might not even know you’re dead and you’re just replaying your life the way you saw it back in the day without any awareness that the world has moved on. And then some people come in and just… kill you. maybe for a second time. And you have no closure.”

Dean frowned as he watched the EMF spike. He scanned the basement, and his eyes finally landed on an electrical box. Stepping toward it, he swung the rusted metal door open to see a couple of the breakers still on. The building still had power, and the reading was useless. He tucked it into his bag in favor of the shotgun, preloaded with salt rounds. Probably not Sydney’s preferred method either, but he wasn’t taking chances. He and Sam had to get creative every so often when the usual salt and burn wasn’t an option, but usually, the situation called for the last resort by the time they arrived. 

elizabeth watches the woman, curiosity in her dark eyes.  she hadn’t scolded her like others do. she’s always apologizing when things like this happen. she liked the flowers, they reminded her of deceased mother. reminded her of a simpler time in her life before her mother’s paranoia madness took hold of her. the seventeen year old didn’t understand how she was able to do such things. 

she suddenly stands up, dropping the flower to the ground as she watches the flowers wither under her touch. maybe this woman understood what was wrong with her. these abilities that she has; that feel as if they’re getting stronger with each passing day. an inside thought is given about asking this woman if spirits of the dead followed her as well or if she could sense death. elizabeth follows her gaze; releasing the rest of the greenhouse was dying. “every person i cross paths with is afraid of me…of the things i can do, the weird things that happen when i’m around. i suppose they do look better…do you think someone will get mad at us?”

People have curious reactions to Amara. Some are repulsed; others are drawn to her. Amara tilts her head in interest. There’s something familiar about the girl, an uncanny feeling that reminds Amara of herself before she grew up, so to speak. In a world that blooms full of her brother’s creations and light, it’s rare to find glimpses of the shadows, bits of her darkness still lingering in existence. 

her heart feels heavy in her chest. she can sense the fear that weighs heavy on most of the spirits and the anger on the others. they’re protective of their home. prior to her arrival; they’ve killed the living that invaded their space. elizabeth’s had to bury four corpses in the back field and hope no officers showed up. they didn’t kill when she was around. they listened to her just like the ghosts in the psych ward before she ran off did. 

she keeps her hands raised; swallowing the lump in her throat. two ghosts appear behind the man and she shouts at them to leave. after they give her an uncertain look at her then look at one another; the two do as she asks. she gives a silent prayer to whomever will listen to her pleas that this man won’t harm her. 

“i swear i’m not a ghost. i’m NOT dead!” she repeats herself. “i-i know how this looks…h-how i -um look.” the demigod stammered on before quickly explaining herself. it wasn’t just the gun pointed at her that scared her; it was also the man himself.  “my name is elizabeth winchester. i just turned seventeen and i live here which i know could get me into a lot of legal trouble for trespassing but my entire life i’ve been surrounded by ghosts. i can see them, sense them even if they don’t make themselves known to others regardless of how long they’ve been dead for. i can also sense when people are about to die and i don’t know why. please, i swear i’m not crazy. “ 

Dean’s so focused on the person in front of him that he doesn’t clock the two behind him until it’s too late. He rounds when she shouts, shotgun poised, but it’s unnecessary. Confusion creases his brow when he turns back to listen to the babbled story. His jaw clenches with consideration, then he lowers the gun, not trusting the situation enough to stash it but almost confident she doesn’t want him dead. 

“Alright, calm down. I don’t think you’re crazy.” Dean sighs, head on a swivel. He’s not going to be caught off-guard by more rogue spirits, though he turns back to Elizabeth. If she can control them, she might be the key to solving everything. “I’m Dean. Uh, also Winchester.”