#hallowdeantown

                                ‘   so,  today’s the day,  huh ?   ‘  realization does not give way to compassion as it strikes hard against her heart.  the fragile organ tears,  desolation seeps from the open wound.  saying goodbye never seems to get any easier,  but she smiles despite.  it helps.  sometimes.

               baby sat close to dean, but her hues flickered all about her surroundings, being sure to catch all faces that were underneath the roof of the bar. there was loud music, despite the lack of bodies, and no one was being a rowdy mess. shame. but that wouldn’t change the fact that baby was blood hungry and lusted to see the pale light to leave someone’s eyes. her lips curled into a smile as she laid eyes on a girl by the bar that was enjoying herself some wine among friends. oh, how her eyes tempted to reveal their true colors and let the ash black eat out the color in her eyes   ;    but not yet. in a low whisper, baby asked,

bc you are lexifer

“Isn’t that the whole point?”

He was dead, he had to be.  Simple and plain as day.  There were some foggy memories of Dean talking to him, and Crowley not changing, but that couldn’t be right.  Not at all.  Sam had set out to do things, and it was dark.  He couldn’t open his eyes.  He was warm, there was no denying it- but he couldn’t move.  He felt weak, frustrated, and yet oddly at peace at the thought of it all just being- done.  

It was done and Dean could get a life outside hunting without Sam to fuck things up, Dean could find a family, maybe be the father he was always meant to be.  He didn’t know, but there was one obstacle out of the way.

Sam.

He froze, feeling the slow cold panic leak into his bones.  There was no moving, no adrenaline to help him sit up, he couldn’t move.  It was more than the weight on him being too much, it was more than his eyes not wanting to open, his body refused to move.  If he didn’t move, maybe it wouldn’t happen, maybe Lucifer wouldn’t see him, maybe he wouldn’t be in the cage again.

Sammy.

No.  No, he wasn’t meant to go there.  Or was he.  Eyes opened, and light hit him suddenly, making him flinch and one arm managed to free itself to block his eyes.  Fire, shit, fire.  Fire and hell and there was warmth this time, not a burning cold.  That felt off, but he shouldn’t- no, he remembered angels falling, was that the descent?

Sam, get up.  We have things to do.  You’re wasting time.

Panicking, but opening his eyes again, there was the familiar shape leaning over him, the blond hair, the scabbing skin, the smirk- eyes shut, not wanting to see them- and then opened again, slowly, warily-

And he was gone.  It was the ceiling to his room, the light glaring in his eyes with only his hand to keep the light at bay.  The crushing silence that at any moment could break with one voice he didn’t want to hear.  Brows furrowing, he grunted as he slowly pushed up, arms shaking from the effort.  He felt weak, but he couldn’t say he wasn’t used to that anymore- but Lucifer- no.  He hadn’t been there, and the angels- they couldn’t have fallen.  That was something that was part of passing out, it had to be.

He half wanted to call out, to get Dean, like a child, and find safety in his brother’s presence.  Instead, he pushed the blankets away, looking warily over the room.  

He was fine.

      peaceful nights are uncommon ever since lisa was assigned the task of protecting dean winchester. there’s always some danger to keep him from; sometimes big threats, other times just simple things     like a bar fight gone wrong.

       tonight, it’s the latter. she’s surprised that it’s nothing more than two drunk guys trying to punch each other     dean, being the magnet for trouble that he is, always attracts the bigger fights with entities way over his reach. ( if being a guardian angel was a paid job, lisa would have long ago earned a raise for all the evil she’s saved him from. )

       when the bar empties and all that’s left are broken bottles on the floor, dean’s still there and by default, so is lisa, watching him from across the room. he’s never seen her before, she knows he shouldn’t, there’s no reason to; but tonight she puts aside the role of guardian and dares to offer him a friendly hand instead. if anything goes wrong, she can make sure he doesn’t have to remember this, too.

                   “ hey... are you alright? horrible fight back there. ”

positivity meme !

@incxndia ; !!!!! we haven’t had a chance to write together which is a total bummer but mads’ mary jane is so much good. another blog in which  creep & read their threads when they land on my dashboard because they’re so beautifully written. straight a +’s here, friends.

@hallowdeantown ; i’m pretty sure everyone should have this dean winchester on their dashboard already & if not, you should. because they have been around for quite sometime & i dig their dean voice so much. they nail his character & it’s perfect.