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A small grunt escaped Reagan’s lips as something bit into her wrist and caused her to stir.

No. No, it wasn’t possible. She’d been riddled with bullets. They’d sliced through her effortlessly, tearing through her chest and her stomach and ripping through her back as if she were nothing. All the while cracking ribs. Impaling lungs. Forcing blood to bubble up into her mouth. But it was the shot to her heart that made everything explode with pain and then... Nothing. She was dead. She was dead.

"Nothing, I just got into a fight with a demon and may have bargined a little too much it'll be fine everything will be fine." Dean told him with a nod. Nothing was probably going to be fine though because Dean well he didn't bargin with a demon he bargined with a crossroads demon and now welll he was going to die.

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Sara wasn’t exactly a fan of camping after being stranded on an island for the better part of a year, eventually laying on the shore, waiting for death to take her. But since then, years had passed, and she had actually died. Her return from said death a few weeks ago had not been an easy one, to put it mildly. Her body had been brought back, yes, but her soul had gotten stuck. Trapped in some hellish knockoff of the Lazarus Pit where she was perpetually drowning until her sister, Oliver, and Constantine came to save her. After that, after her body was reunited with her soul and she was reunited with her family and friends, she slept for three days straight.

Then, it was like she’d collided with the world. And living in a city made it ten times worse. The noise, the smells, the bright lights. It was all overwhelming. Not to mention, her mind was still trying to right itself. She’d come back with some memories partially intact, others merging together to form things she knew weren’t right but she didn’t know why, and others were just gone entirely. Leaving giant gaping holes. Much to her family and friends’ chagrin, she just needed time away. Time to sort things through. Normally, that would mean going to one of her safehouses, but with the sensory overload... The woods it was. So she sat there, staring at the campfire as it started to die down when she suddenly heard someone approaching. Instantly, she was on her feet, kicking up one of the longer sticks that was still aflame and catching it with ease. It took her a beat to take in the sight in front of her, to hear the man’s words, and she slowly lowered the stick, “I’m fine. ...You do realize, you’re the one bleeding, right?”

lopen tot de zon komt // @dayatarik (juliana)

udyati finishes her braised chicken sandwich and watches the dancers on stage, mesmerized. two girls and a guy, all decked out in full regalia. it’s beautiful. and their movements are so fluid and sleek. so much so that one would be forgiven if they thought that those three were udyati’s indonesian counterparts. dwarapala’s with a w.

Branoc had no idea how long he'd been wandering. After he lost his witch, Carugwen, somehow surviving her death, he had run. Run from the pain of losing her, of losing the bond, of not being there to protect her, of... It was easier in his crow form. A little bit easier, at least. While he was still himself, it was harder to focus on any one thing, easier to let himself be distracted by something shiny, by hunger, by cold... if he let himself be distracted, he couldn't dwell on how much he was still hurting.

And that's how he'd ended up here, led by distraction and running away, perched on a branch and watching a man as he walked down the street. Something about the man seemed to shimmer. Magic, some part of himself added helpfully. He knew there was no way a witch could bind a familiar without consent, not properly, at least... but something about the man made him nervous... and yet... curiosity had always been a weakness of his, and after so long of indulging his whims and distractions, it was hard to ignore his interest in the man.

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Marianne was raring to launch a 30-minute lecture on The Merits of Bringing Back-Up, if the heavy silence in the car was any indication of the oncoming storm. Now past the winding mountain road and the burden of keeping the car from plummeting off the rails off her mind, she was going to start talking but Casey had a life-saving timing and beat her to it.

Send “💋” to kiss my muse out of nowhere.

Dean was shocked Pat had just kissed him out of nowhere but he pulled the other man to him and kissed him back. His tongue sliding against his as he melts into the kiss.