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CHRISTMAS / WINTER MEME ✦ accepting.

❝ You go first. ❞  The plot thickened as the prophet embraced the silver-wrapped present into her hands and started unravelling it.  Lana knew how hard her sudden and violent introduction to the supernatural world had affected her, so she thought it’d be nice to give her friend a little reminder of who she really is, regardless of her newfound tablet-reading abilities — a  hell  of a reporter.  One with a nerdy tendency towards items with a history, she might add, which is why the hunter believed that beige, vintage typewriter to be the perfect gift for her that year.  Angie’s bright expression as she opened the package proved her right ( and made the 600 dollars of receipt worth it ).  ❝ Merry Christmas. ❞  

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SamWinchester wished that day never happen, that eventuality he might lost Deaninto another manners as he previously witness at the Leviathan’s end — butnot carried out his dead body upon a bed, to see a lifeless body, to becoming another spectator of Dean’s death. Asthe same time he missed his brother every coming day, something inside reunionterrified him — it wouldn't be the brother he knew anymore, the caring and tormentedbig brother who wanted doing it right — he lost his brother the moment Metraton killing him. ‘It was better that way’were his last reassuring last words but could be better? Any others times, he would have been angry at Dean. Hewould have blame him to be so reckless, blame him to think dangerous and expeditedecisions would be wise, blame him for thought his attachment to the FirstBlade was right…however Crowley wasthe only person he was pissed with — it was the one who proposed a solutionfor kill Abaddon, who pushed Dean to get the Mark of Cain, who giving him theFirst Blade…the whole time he knew.

He didn’twanted to take that anger out of the others demons in the bunker. He perfectlysaw Jason’s expression lowered down at time goes by, to forcing Dean to get aclean head and to calm down, feelingthe guilt increased into his voice. Even when he was somehow alone to deal withthis new problem, he was still here, trying to helping him to find his brotherinto a case he might been responsible of, protectinghim for Dean's danger.  

Thoughtfuleyes on his computer screen, his researches hadn’t been conclusive. There werenights when he loathed it, when he could picturing Dean’s shadow around theroom — he missed his noisy way to waking him up, to welcoming him with breakfast,to find his others with sexual websites he hadn’t asked for or even his eyeswatching the screen asking him what he had found. Sighing, his attention centeredinto Angie’s gaze.

                                                  ❝     so do you follow us on every case ?  or just the local ones ? i haven’t been with the team long enough to say i’ve seen you in california or anything like that.     ❞

OUT. ||  You?  Suck?  NEVER.  Besides, it’s still not too late to give Lana a birthday bestie thing, y’know *wink wonk*  Seriously, thank so much, cupcake.

                            ❛ UGH,  why do our lives have to be like  this?  Not dying  being an accomplishment rather than something you should not  worry  about… ❜   yes,  she had found Dean’s whiskey  ( &  hell forbid he would had found that out ).  She had drunk  lots  of it  &  was certainly going to drink more later:  she wasn’t a great drinker either  ( not exactly a lightweight,  but definitely not its opposite ),  so the result of such decision simply looked  disastrous.    ❛ You know what’s an accomplishment?  WINNING A PULITZER.  &  I’ll probably never get to do that!  Damn demons,  damn angels…  I just wanted to be a journalist. ❜

She took another big sip of whiskey in silent agreement, because how could she not?  Angie was absolutely right, there was no denying it.  It  SUCKED  having to be grateful for another year of life when you were just in your mid-thirties.  It wasn’t fair, nor healthy, but it was what it was, and at least they knew what they were up against.  So did war heroes, but they generally had kids at home that they risked never seeing again, unlike them girls.  Not that it made hunting any easier, but in comparison, the roommates didn’t get the shortest straw of the bunch.  ❝ Well, if it counts for anything, I think if there’s someone who can win a Pulitzer  and  kick monster ass at the same time, that’s  you.  ❞  Lifting her glass in subtle toast anticipation, the brunette gave a confident grin of belief to her best friend.  ❝ Let’s drink to that. ❞

GOD CAN’T HEAR YOU  //  ACCEPTING