#aufertoanima

Colt’s feet dragged with every staggering step he took. His breath came heavily and painfully, sending a pang through his ribs with every inhale. He pressed a hand over a wound in his side, but blood still seeped through the gaps between his fingers, dripping on the ground and marking his path. The cut was deep. Not deep enough to hit anything vital, but the skinwalker who’d attacked him–dead now, thanks to his abilities; he’d managed to use his deadly touch on it before it ripped his throat out–had cut him deep enough that its claws had scraped across his bottom couple ribs on the left side. He was getting dizzy from pain and blood loss, and when his boot caught on a small rock it was enough to send him tumbling to the ground.

Jackie let out a squeal when his whole stick caught light. “Ahh shit - I’m useless at this shit.” He blew them out and tried to pick one up, his fingers burning and he hissed gently. “Ow.” He grumbled and licked his fingers. 

@aufertoanima Ruby lay beside Sam, watching him sleep, stroking his hair gently. It was a pain not sleeping, it made eternity feel even longer sometimes. After five hours she lays a hand on his chest, gently shaking him, "Sam? Wake up... Please?"

“What? Do I have something on my face? ‘Cuz if not, I’d suggest you try looking in another direction - believe it or not, man, there’s actually more stuff to see in the world.”

Laughing she bit down on her lower lip “There’s always next time right…” she frowned slightly as he pulled back just enough to let her go. There was no denying that for reasons unknown to even her she really didn’t want to leave Sam even if she knew deep down she didn’t have a choice. “Dare I say I think I may miss you..” she questioned her eyes moving to him as she arched a perfectly sculpted eyebrow almost questioning her own words.

“Here,” Colt said, taking a blanket from his pack and tossing it to the hunter, then started searching through the duffel for a lighter. He usually had one in his jeans pocket, but it must have fallen at some point while they were finding their way to the cabin. Damn. Luckily, he found a matchbox in one of the duffel pockets. “Damn lucky we found this place,” he muttered while he worked to get a fire started in the fireplace. The storm outside had blown in at the worst possible time.

aufertoanima Ruby sat at the bar, she sighs as the bartender set down her margarita in front of her. With salt. “I said no salt you idiot! This is my third one, you can’t remember that I told you no salt? I remind you each time, and where the hell are my fries? It’s been 30 minutes since I ordered them!”

wood you?