#dcvildeal

since these newfound memories started coming to him, he’s been working overtime in the library to see if he could figure things out. he always loved a good mystery or doing research of any kind. he’d spend days trying to piece together how to kill a ghost, however, that was.

while sam never left his college apartment with ruby’s demon knife (she was hot though), destroying a vengeful ghost and the remains did not require such a weapon.  salt and iron are what he needs to handle this hunt.  and then he’d have to head to the cemetery to salt and burn the body — that was if there even was a body.  sometimes there weren’t any remains like that. sam understood that people grieved differently and did strange things when it came to the death of a loved one.  ❝ I swear if I get caught... ❞

since the victim of these hauntings went to sleep three hours ago, sam decided to make his way to the cemetery first to see what he can deal with there. this whole investigation without dean was weird.

❝ trust me, you gotta move on from this place. ❞ the young hunter whispers as he stands over the person’s grave, shovel in hand.

first, he drops the shovel from his hand, then he starts shimmying off his backpack, letting it drop to the foot of the headstone before he kneels down and unzips the main compartment to search inside.  sure, this was kind of like grave robbing, but he was protecting the community by trying to stop a harmful ghost.

𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐓  𝐖𝐀𝐒  𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐒  𝐈𝐍  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐓      yet ,  with  everything  coming  back  at  once ,  it  felt  like  yesterday .    arthur’s  last  words  echoed  in  his  mind  as  well  as  blame    (  your  fault .   this  was  your  failure . )    on  repeat  like  ringing  bells .    frustration  gripped  merlin  causing  him  to  furiously  rub  at  his  damp  eyes   &   cheeks .    hadn’t  he  shed  enough  tears  about  this ?    trying  to  calm  the  storm  that  felt  like  it  was  filling  his  chest ,  he  took  a  deep  breath .    the  woods ,  this  place ,  was  one  soothing  thing  at  least .   something  to  ground  himself  to  in  gemini  as  everything  came  back .     more  than  that  too ,  it  was  a  place  he  didn’t  find  himself  alone  often .    even  without  inviting  her  he  heard  the  snap  of  twigs   &   there  was  only  one  other  person  who  would  come  out  here .    even  as  he  tries  to  wipe  away  the  tears  again ,  the  red  blotching  his  cheeks   &   rimming  his  eyes  is  far  too  much  a  give  away  to  how  well  he’s  been  taking  to  the  memories .                 ❛     it’s  been   ---   some  kind  of  morning ,  huh ?     ❜

he sat upon niklaus’ couch, one leg over the armrest, the other on the floor as he placed his elbow down and his index finger to his temple. a bored, emotionless look came across his features as he scrolled through his phone - knowing entirely too well that klaus was, and had been, vying for his attention for the past hour. “you speak nonsense, niklaus,“ louis drawled, as he barely flitted his gaze over the phone and to his lover. “these memories are simply unreal, what you’re experiencing is a delusion of your own grand equation.” he sighed, flipping his shoulder length brunette hair over his shoulder and finally bringing his green gaze onto the other. “you cannot possibly be of wolf and vampire.”

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