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Loewe has burst into laughter now. He's stopped walking just to laugh, holding his stomach as he doubles over. And the sound punches Agate in the chest so hard that his mind goes completely blank. He doesn't remember the rest of what he was going to say. It's weird - so, so weird - to see him laugh like this. He doesn't even feel embarrassed about the story anymore.

A wave of emotion crashes into him now. He doesn't know what it is, and it's too much. There's grief in it, but also relief and gratitude all at once. And something else that he can't quite place.

Dan's voice rings in his head now. You're angry because you care about him.

Rust. That familiar smell of blood suddenly penetrated the demon's nostrils the moment he stepped into the facility. Shoes scraped harshly against the pavement, as his angelblade fell out of his sleeve into his hand. He gripped it tightly, expecting the worst.

He hadn't heard from the hunter in a few days, despite wanting to connect a little more through hunts... and this seemed to be the potential reason why. One, two. Right off the bat - the angelblade stabbed into two separate demons nearby, and he strided faster down the hall.

Dean has to be close... The indication of a skidding to halt motion could be heard as he stared down one hall into a room at the end. There. "Good thing I've been keeping tabs on you, Squirrel,'' he muttered, as he hurried into the room.

Something within him turned tight and hard; worry creeping up his spine. He didn't want to see the hunter die...

And so, he rushed in without consequence.

Dean could see a flashing of that all-too-familiar orange right by his head, before a sick squelch resulted, and the body fell messily to the ground. Blood quickly started to pool at Dean's feet. A wicked smirk wrapped itself onto the King's expression.

Welcome to my DBH Youtuber/Streamer AU.

Gavin’s streaming channel; Heed the Reed

 Live streams on the weekends.

Mainly does commentary and reacts to whatever his fans send him.

Every 3rd weekend he hosts; “Unsolved Murder Cases”, which is an hour long live stream where he, as the name implies, takes up unsolved murder cases from the old days and throws out his own theories, trying to solve them.

It had been only a few weeks--

Yet a shiver still went down the man's spine. Azkaban hadn't been kind to the blonde, and he found himself almost wishing to be in Azkaban again. His hair was more wrecked, and his self esteem was more broken than ever before.

Lucius pushed himself off the wall, which where he had recently gotten thrown a Crucio his way from the Dark Lord.

Fuck.

His whole body ached in all sort of different areas...

He nearly stumbled, his long hair in his face, as he tried to look down the hall. Someone was approaching him, making his heart go even faster.

He hurriedly tried to get his wand, but remembered they had confiscated it until the Dark Lord said to give it back to him.

"S.."

He started, but his voice sounded croaky, and he fell silent, flinching. He sounded awful too. He didn't know how much he could deal with it anymore..