#conflictedhunter

ijusthavealotofemotions

Effy: Also an explanation on how I have your number on my phone.

LOLOL I THINK I ALREADY DO THOUGH BECAUSE JUST OMFG THEY'RE PERFECT

You have no charm, Dean Winchester – and not a penny, by your cruddy shoes and the tear of your jeans. But I suppose the Petrova fire spares no one. I take that as a compliment.

“Honey, I’m home,” Tatia called reluctantly through her clenched teeth, pulling open the door to her apartment. Eyes panning briefly around the room, she let the door shut without turning back. “– or so they say...” she finished under her breath. Some sort of magic had been cast on her and as if a switch had been flicked in her mind, she just knew she’d been married to Dean. Who was that guy, anyway? She’d just met him; suspicious-looking human, creeping around Mystic Falls in a leather jacket – she had no idea what to do with that creep in her apartment. Tatia made her way to the open kitchen and pulled the fridge door open.

Scarlett looked up as an unfamiliar face walked into the Sheriff's office. Hopping down from her perch on the front desk, she looked over her shoulder towards her Father's office. "Sheriff's out on business. Something I can help you with, sir?"