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she didn't know how he would react, seeing her being alive. the stories about the horrible klaus mikaelson scared her, tatia didn't wanted to believe he turned into this man. it was something she had to see with her own eyes.

            '' i can't believe it. '' she appeared out of nowhere, not a really good idea. to be honest, tatia didn't really knew how to approach him other than just appearing out of nowhere.

The voices, the whispers, they grew louder, more insistent, the longer Gabriel fought against them. He tried to cling to Michael’s, to that feeling of his brother’s closeness–because Michael was close, yes… he sensed that much. Through the fog, the haze, the darkness trying to take over, he could sense that much…

“You didn’t leave…?”

It was trying to insist he had, that what he felt wasn’t real. Was false. That was harder to ignore completely.

         There is not yet doubt in his heart. He has hope in the rest of creation, in them at he helped teach, who he shaped and molded into the angelic host who stands before him now. Lucifer has loved each in turn. Will they not show him the same affection now? Will they not be attentive to his plea? These humans are no good. They will be the end of this world and perhaps even of angel kind. He is sure of it. Perhaps not today as they writhe in the mud, perhaps not even tomorrow. 

He’s created a stir in the city. Dean Winchester’s name is decently well known, not like a Kardashian or anything, and in a town full of monsters that tends to draw attention. Sitting in a bar on Bourbon street Dean spies a shadow somewhere to his left, that seems not to have moved. It’s too close. 

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Looking over at her, Chuck saw how she resembled Castiel with that head tilt. Or rather, so many of his angels, always vaguely curious but not quite sure how to show it in this human world for it was one thing to have watched for thousands upon thousands of years; it was another to have interacted.

“Lonely? Why would it get lonely? I can have anything and anyone I ever need. Go anywhere I want to go.” Chuck had never considered himself to be lonely, at least–not since the very, very beginning, when it had been just him and his sister, and it… wasn’t enough, not after awhile. He needed more.

So he made, and he created, and he never really stopped.

“Loneliness implies I’m without anyone and I have all the worlds at my disposal.”

Emma had not existed for thousands upon thousands of years, in fact she had yet to even reach her first birthday despite appearing to be in her late teens thanks to her Amazon heritage.  Rather, she had picked up the curious look from the angel that kept a close watch on her father.  Almost like an uncle, really... and wouldn’t that make the deity that stood before her a sort of grandfather to her.  Man... her life was just weird.  So very weird.

“Sometimes, people get lonely even when they’re surrounded by others,” Emma points out logically, giving a small shrug.  “And from what I understand you sort of isolated yourself while you were writing the Carver Edlund books... so I couldn’t help but wonder.  I’m glad you weren’t lonely.”

A small smile curled up the corners of her mouth.  Oh, she had devoured those books when she had first found them, wanting to know all about Dean and Sam, what her father and uncle had been through before she had met them.  It wasn’t as though they were all that eager to share the stories themselves after all.  “How many worlds are there?  Do you have a favorite?”

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Jessica never expected to find someone like Sam when she first started college. She had every intention of focusing on her studies and date after college, but Sam seemed to just fall into her life at the time she needed him the most. He knew her likes and dislikes, how to make her laugh when she needed it, and knew how to be there for her when she cried. He was the perfect college boy she never imagined to meet and because of that, Jessica believed that nothing on earth could ruin what they had.

She was wrong. 

After questioning his behavior upon Dean’s visit their senior year, Jessica was determined to not accept any more excuses. His behavior went that from a college student who loved her and focused on graduating and getting a job, to running off with Dean late at night. For all Jessica knew Dean was someone involved with the wrong crowd and started to pull Sam down with him. The last thing she expected was for him to confess what he and his brother were really up to, the reason they were constantly sneaking out of the dorm room. Everything. At first, she didn’t believe it, but she knew how to read him when he lied. He seemed genuine and it caused Jessica to feel nothing but fear of the unknown and anger that he had kept the truth from her.

Emma had been living in denial for weeks that something was off. She saw things and heard things that seemed out of the ordinary, but Emma never believed that such supernatural experiences could be possible. She didn’t believe in it despite the evidence of a spirit or demon following her around. 

She thought someone was watching her, following her everywhere she went. The signs that something supernatural didn’t come to mind until they became too much when she found herself walking home alone at night. It became obvious when she saw a man following her home, his walk quickening, his height changing right before her eyes, his own eyes turning red along with his entire body changing in size and width. 

The blonde survived as she ran home, the very being who followed her disappearing into thin air when her roommates greeted her. It was almost like it wasn’t going to attack her when around people.

“No, I-- I don’t know what I saw.” Emma replied, “I was just tired that night. Work has been stressing me out and I haven’t been sleeping well. What I saw-- it’s impossible.” The look on her face said things differently. Emma’s eyes looked like one of someone who was afraid to be alone as she allowed a single tear to fall down her face. “You’re telling me that all of this... supernatural stuff is real? Is this what took my parents all those years ago?”

Emma seat within her home as her head was suddenly filled with demonic whispers as she knew she was being summoned and she hated the fact she let the dagger be taken by the queen - a idiot mistake on her end.

The dark one used her magic and moved to where she was called from. When the cloud of smoke cleared she saw the queen ; sitting across from her - holding the blade with the iconic smirk on the dark lips. “You do know that you could come to me for a change” The sliver haired female replied with a sigh ; walking closer to the desk, her boots making a sound across the marble floors.

“Regina’s office - nice taste” She commented as she ran her fingertips across the solid surface before glancing toward the brunette ; lips curling up to a smile. “So what would it be - business or pleasure?” Emma asked knowing their relationship wasn’t straight forward as they always fought for dominance whenever they were face to face.