#guiltedbysin

———————   A  THOUSAND  YEARS  OF  LIFE  COULD  MAKE  A  PERSON  RESTLESS.   bored.   in constant search of new & exciting endeavors to keep a mind  sharp  and entertained.   not counting the span of time she’d spent  BOXED AWAY  in a coffin  (  seemingly having missed out on more than a few societal changes;  readjustment had been fun whilst it lasted  )  rebekah had seen most of it.   done most of it.   bought the t-shirt,  practically owned the park...   and yet,  EMPTINESS PERSISTED  --  boredom returned like an unsatisfied itch incapable of being satiated on niklaus’ hunt for power,  and caring for his  poor  little hybrids had never appealed to her sense of adventure.   neither had devoting her attention to his doppleganger.   instead,  she’d decided to go  LOOKING FOR TROUBLE.  

hunters  were of no concern to her  --  most had little knowledge of killing something as old as she,  hadn’t the brain power to determine that their quaint wooden stakes of ash or pine were  NOTHING MORE THAN A SPLINTER.   but the winchester family was as old as she was if not more,  a hallowed,  whispered name amongst those who could find themselves killed easily.   rebekah hadn’t been able to resist the urge to play with fire,  to toy and flirt shamelessly with the man who bore the surname for days on end.  the thrill of the chase,  of playing such a dangerous game had quelled the monotony for a while,  but now she needed more.   MORE THAN COY GLANCES,  more than honeyed words and tracing her fingers ‘long cloth covered skin.   she’d have him yet,  of that she was certain.  

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The world of the supernatural was no place for a girl whose main experience with it all was being on one side of a television screen. Yet, somehow she’d managed to survive on her own up until the moment she’d met the Winchesters.

         Jan knew they meant well with wanting to mostly keep her out of things when they had cases to go on, but she couldn’t help but feel like it was a sort of ‘she’s so small, she could get seriously hurt out there’ sort of thing. ( Which, okay, maybe they had a point, but it didn’t stop her from wanting to prove them wrong. She loved them both far too much to let them do things on their own now. )

      The truth of the matter was, however, Jan hadn’t expected to love Sam so deeply when she met him in person. She’d figured it would have just been another passing crush that happened to last for four years longer than she’d known him, and that it would dissipate eventually. But the more time she spent with him, the more she loved him—- but she knew she couldn’t say anything. She may have been able to mostly hold her own in a fight better than either Winchester expected ( more out of necessity than want on her end ), but emotionally speaking, she knew she would crumble the moment Sam looked at her with even a fraction of the amount of love she held for him.

              And that’s exactly what happened the moment Dean told her when Sam left to go for a walk to clear his head after a case. Jan had stared after the younger Winchester with her signature “lovesick puppy” look, and Dean had started in on an unexpected talk about how Sam had liked her from the moment she showed up but had always worried about it because of their line of work. He’d told Sam not to worry about it, though, and supposedly that had sent him off to sulk about things in the past.

    Dean had left to go find a bar once Sam had returned, and barely a few minutes afterward did Jan finally speak up again.

         “——–We need to talk. Or really, I need to talk and I need you to listen. Dean was telling me some stuff earlier before he left about how– how you actually like me? And like, I had my suspicions after the texts and whatnot, but I couldn’t be sure until he told me.

        But I just— I need you to know that I really like you too. And I have for a while, but I was too scared to say anything. I mean, like, yeah okay, I can sort of hold my own when hunting with you guys and you’re sort of right when you keep saying I’m fragile and shit, but emotionally— I’m a train wreck waiting to happen. I’ve been quietly pining for the longest time, waiting for some sign that maybe you’d say something first about liking me. And then you sent me those drunk texts, and I didn’t know whether to believe them or not, ‘cause y’know, you were drunk and I need to hear the words when the both of us are sober.

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My Opinion on;

Character in general: sAMMY MY BABY. I love Sam Winchester so much okay like he’s my darling and deserves so much better. So does Dean but shhh we’re talking about the Moose-Puppy here. I WILL FIGHT ANYONE WHO TALKS SHIT ABOUT THIS BOY.How they play them: BEAUTIFULLY OKAY LIKE OHMYLORD THE BEAUTY IN THIS PORTRAYAL !!!The Mun: Rae is one of my favorite balls of sunshine okay I just love her so much <3333

Do I:

RP with them: yAAAAAAAASWant to RP with them:  aLWAYS GDIShip their character with mine: WE’RE TALKING ABOUT IT RN???

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Overall Opinion: SCREECHES TO THE HEAVENS ABOUT THIS BLOG TBH

TEXT MESSAGE STARTERS !

( sms > Bullwinkle > sent ): I’m a demon, Sam. I don’t sleep.

( sms > Bullwinkle > sent ): And apparently neither do you, we should really work on that. We’re all fucked if you fall asleep in the middle of a fight.