I was told to take a break and in my defense I did...and then I got bored. Consider this an early Christmas present (I’ve been working on it for a while). The Natural Order requires balance and the balance to Death is Life. This ring was carved from a branch from the Tree of Life (which is very pretty but very difficult to carve). The stone is a stabilizing force for the magic that runs through the bark. This ring will act as a conduit for Charlie’s powers. Try not to lose it. 😘
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What: Sam wakes up in someone else’s body and tries to get his bearings as he deals with what that means for him.
Triggers: Death
Sam woke up, and he could tell fairly quickly that something wasn’t right. For one, he didn’t wake up in his room. It wasn’t even in one of those cheap motels he used when he needed to hunt demons without Dean knowing. This was something different. This place looked lived in. It was a real home, and Sam knew that he wasn’t the kind of person to go around getting drunk and having one night stands or anything. Not lately anyways.
He panicked for a minute, wondering if maybe he’d been possessed. He was in control of his body now, but there was time missing from his memory. He looked down at himself in search of blood, but what he found was more confusing. It was a woman’s body.
Admittedly, this wasn’t the first time something like this had happened to him. The other time, it was just some teenager messing with things they didn’t fully understand, but he didn’t know the reason for it this time. He might’ve guessed it was a witch or something, but he didn’t know what they’d want with his body in this universe. He’d have to find a way to figure it out.
He went through the woman’s belongings, looking for an ID to figure out who she was. Charlotte Sinclair apparently. According to her business card, she was a private investigator. That didn’t exactly scream witch, but he couldn’t put it past her. He’d need to find her first, or rather, himself.
He supposed the first place to start would be back in the bunker, assuming they hadn’t left yet. If he was lucky, Dean might’ve figured it out and stopped them from leaving.
Unfortunately for Sam, something else stalled him from getting there sooner.
All he did was bump into someone. Their hands just barely brushed up against each other, but they dropped down, dead. Sam didn’t know what happened, but it was starting to draw a crowd. Maybe the guy had a heart attack or something. Sam didn’t know, but it wasn’t his fault, was it? He moved closer to the man, making sure everyone backed up to give the man space. As soon as Sam touched the man to take his pulse, he was fine again. Maybe he’d been fine all along. Sam hoped so, but for now, he figured it was safer to keep his hands to himself, just in case. He knew this world had super heroes. Maybe he was Rogue. It’d be cool if it weren’t so terrifying.
