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As much as she wanted to be upset with Sam, Castiel couldn’t be. Was it a bad idea to try and take down a witch alone? Sure it was, but she knew that Sam thought he was doing the right thing and that he had it under control. He was just lucky that she had been near enough to hear his prayer and come help. But in honesty, he hadn’t done too bad of a job by himself but that didn’t make it a good idea.

//I hate choosing favorites so in no particular order

5. mr-moose-tracks I’m legit obsessed with this blog even though I’ve never interacted with them because I’m a simple potato and scared of people who are good at things and then there’s me.

4. thesoullesshunter Best soulless!Sam I’ve ever come across. 

3. breakingxinside My love from long ago who I just recently came to rp with again. So perfect, great plots and amazing to work with.

2. empatheticmoose We have like 3 different verses that we’ve come up with so far and they’re all so much fun. Such a precious cinnamon roll.

- Stanford -

        “ You must be new around here,”

There had been some demonic activity in West Oregon lately and Meg had decided it was about time she got back out and found out for herself instead of listening to the whispers in the dark. Her little mission posed a risk of being exposed, but she was quite sick of living in the dark. She needed more intel on Hell’s business and sitting around doing nothing was counterproductive. 

Meg had been stalking the house they were holed up in and she even took a peek inside once the demons scattered for a reason only they knew about. It was pretty run-down with bottles of beers and whiskey all over the place, a few notes and some maps as well. “This is a lovely surprise...” She mumbled to herself as she crouched down to pick up a letter with the King’s mark. 

The demon was too busy with her findings that she didn’t hear the small sound of a door opening, but she did whip around when a bottle of beer was knocked over-- causing enough sound to alert her, only to find herself facing Sam Winchester. 

It wasn’t often that Emmy was left alone in the bunker, but Daddy wasn’t at home, and Papa was probably busy doing some sort of business - y stuff. So now, she found herself wandering into the kitchen for a little snack. And with a little help from a chair and some of the big books from the library, she was able to reach into the cupboards.

In her search for maybe a little mac and cheese microwave bowl, she spotted a Betty Crocker cake mix box, and her eyes lit up instantly. Maybe she could bake a cake for her dads! Sticking her tongue out in concentration, she tried to reach for the box, her arms just a little too short to grab it.