#ihmonsters

[So it's been six hours now so Ava's back to normal :)

[Thanks for that M!A Anon! That was a really interesting idea :) ...plus rather creepy - night terrors doll!Ava really was rather freaky!

Japanese Green Tea - My muse needs calming down and it seems like green tea’ll do the trick.

The kettle sang and signified it had reached the highest of tolerance for the fire burning beneath it, heating its liquid insides. Ari reached for the mug that rested on the counter, which of course had surprised her — that the motel room she and Willow shared for the current case they were working came equipped with a small kitchenette, especially at the low rate they had scored on the room. Ari dropped in a tea bag from the small basket that held the powdered coffee creamer, almost confused as to how to actual use them. She fond it ridiculous the assumption that all avid readers loved tea. 

Dean changed since he went to hell, hardly feeling like Dean anymore... probably because he wasn't. He had been tortured for years of time in Hell until one day they asked him to do the job himself. He had to, to keep good enough terms in this shit hole until he could find a way out. Whatever it took, he would do and slowly he was climbing up the ranks (so to speak) in the pit.

He had a line of souls that would be brought to him every day and he would 'break them in' and set them straight, force them to beg for mercy or comply with him and agree to do as they might be asked. There wasn't much point to it he supposed, when these people had no where else to go but it was a job he had to do and some days he even liked it.

The ex-hunter had a man hanging by two large fish like hooks, the metal shards portruding from his shoulders where they jarred his flesh opened. He was dripping blood, his eyes hooded as he tried to speak to Dean but the man refused to let him say anything, his jaw tight as he light a fire beneath the man, watching him slowly start to burn from the bottom up. Dean's glare was harsh as he simply watched, listened to the man scream and plead with him to be let down. "Beggin' makes you weak. If you're goin' to last here you'll have t' look past the pain." He explained in a deep tone.

It was no easy task raising her from Hell but she was one of few who deserved her time on this planet. She held a key role in helping humanity survive, whether she knew that or not. Not every hunter was as important but Willow was among the 'high ranking' (so to speak) hunters whom could do most any task handed to them therefore she needed to remain whole.

He didn't know the full reasoning on how she ended up in the pit but that wasn't really his business to know anyhow. It took him a few days to find a vessel worthy of his true form, not many could contain him without falling to pieces but he found a righteous man who lived alone, no family of his own besides a brother with which he had grown distant so there wasn't much he had to lose, not many to miss him should he disappear suddenly.

He tapped in to his senses, closed his eyes and he could hear where Willow was residing, a convenient store outside of a small town just near where he 'left' her. Dean had wanted to ensure she was safe sooner but he couldn't come to her though he had tried many times to make contact and let her know he was there and would arrive in person soon enough.

Dean was on a hunt, alone which wasn't all that uncommon now days. He had said his good night's to his son, Peter who still was no where near old enough to realize that his dad was gone for long periods of time. With the amount that the Winchester family traveled and the lack of their usual sitter, Sam, one of them was often left to watch out for their infant son.

He had just taken out a line of vampires, having thought it was just one to start but when he tailed them he found an entire nest. It was a battle, one he hardly had been confident he would win but the thought of coming home to his lover and his son was enough to keep him fighting. He took more than his fair share of hits, nearly had his throat ripped out by a vamp he hadn't heard coming. Within a matter of what felt like a few seconds, Dean had each and every one of them decapitated and put to rest. By the end he was splattered with blood, some of it his own but most of it wasn't.

[Stanford was all that Sam thought it would be and more. The campus, the people, the classes, even the professors. It was great, he couldn't think of a better place to start a new pathway in his life. It was the break from hunting he had always wanted.

It was just after the first class for the day, he had been leaving, when he caught a bit of someone's conversation and that's how he first heard the news. That there had been a death on campus. The younger Winchester willed himself to stay away, it had seem so easy. But, of course, his curiosity got the better of him and he found himself heading towards the crime scene. 

When reaching it, he pushed his way through the small sea of people as he tried to reach the front. Sam stopped once he reached the police tape, it was as far as he could go without a badge. His eyes swept the scene, looking for anything unnatural but couldn't see anything, not from here. That's when his eyes landed on her -- she had a suit on and looked official. ]

"Ma'ma."

[He addressed her in a raised voice to get her attention.]

"Can I ask what's going on here?"