#emma-oreilly

Sam had slid out of the king sized bed they'd been given at this particular motel, having tossed and turned for well over an hour. It didn't matter what he did, he felt like he was taking up Emma's space and that it wasn't fair to her to expect her to share. He'd crash just as well on the couch. It wasn't a problem. So he'd quietly snagged a pillow and the throw blanket they'd tossed on the floor and headed for the couch. Apparently Emma woke though and her clear 'Come back to bed' sent a curious thrill down his spine. He glanced over his shoulder, "Its fine." He huffed softly, "Couch is fine with me. Go back to sleep."

   "This isn't one of those trick questions is it? If I answer wrong am I going to get punched?" 

Dean was leaning against the impala waiting on Emma to come out of the store. His arms were crossed and he was humming the tune to 'Smoke on the Water.' He wasn't really paying much attention to anything when he heard it. At first it was a faint sound as if there was something off in the distance. He scanned the area with his eyes and found nothing so he turned his attention back to the sky when the sound got closer. Was that...growling? "Oh shit!" Dean swore to himself. He did the only thing he could think of in his panic. Jumped inside the car. He instantly regretted that decision when he heard the sound of the Hellhound's nails scrap against the metal of his baby. "Son of a bitch." He cursed.

After he left his old vessel, Barachiel had been growing extremely weak. Angels like himself were made for humans not monsters and being trapped inside his old vessel for so long ate at his strength. His grace. Slowly, Barachiel was falling apart. He leaned against a tree in the local park, when he spotted someone in the distance. "Excuse me..." He moved over to the figure. "Hello. I am afraid I may be lost... Are you aware of the town we are standing in?" He hoped they didn't think he was an idiot for asking this. 

Feeling something clinging to his upper lip, Sam sniffled on instinct-- and made another indignant noise, sneezing immediately afterwords. Cold things were not fun to inhale.

     "You are staggeringly beautiful." 

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        “Are you okay? You aren’t hurt, are you?”