#seeiftheygotpie

Killian waited in the bar for the other man, a glass of rum sitting out on the counter in front of him, that he was slowly nursing, occasionally bringing it to his lips to take a sip. Dean had suggested meeting at this place, and Killian had simply gone along with it, curious what the other had planned. He’d let him do the organizing for this little affair tonight, so Killian was (pretty much) completely in the dark over what Dean might have planned. 

He turned when he heard the door creak open, lips curling faintly into a smile as he noticed the hunter enter the room. “Well it’s about time you showed up,” Killian teased him. “I’ve been waiting forever.” (He hadn’t, but why should he pass up the opportunity to tease the other man?) 

seeiftheygotpie

It was just like any other normal hunt. Well, hunts were never normal, but as normal as it got. Or at least, so Lia thought. The spirit was tied to the house and the remains where located somewhere inside. The problem was, Lia had to find it and that wouldn’t be easy at all. It wasn’t like the bones would be stashed on the kitchen table. They were hidden somewhere. It wasn’t when the doors slammed shut that she knew she wasn’t alone.

168 hours more formally known as seven days that was exactly how long Bela Talbot had left until her soul was violently dragged to hell. It really wasn’t long at all no matter how she worded it it didnt matter all that much due to the simple fact her due date was quickly approaching and the worst part being there was nothing she could do about it.  Truthfully it wasn’t the fact that she was going to die that plagued her it was more knowing exactly when and how it was going to go down infact she had already had so many nightmares about her demise that she was certain when her final minutes on earth rolled around she would experience the world’s strongest case of dejavu.

As it stood she had spent far too much time trying to find a way out of her deal, some kind of loophole that could lead to her being spared. She had screwed over everyone who may have had a chance in helping her now all that was left was to wait , it was too late to start crossing items off of her bucket list meaning not only was she going to die but she was going to die alone and lonely never having known love or even compassion from another living soul her parents included, hell if it hadn’t of been for her the traumatising childhood of sexual assault her parents had inflicted upon her she wouldn’t be in this mess but she had done what she felt was right at the time.

Making a deal in exchange for the death of both of her parents who did nothing but make her life a living hell her father sexually abusing her and her mother ignoring what had been going on right under her nose, yet even now ten years later while on deaths door she didn’t regret the deal she had made in fact her only regret in life was that she had no one who would so much as wonder what had happened when she suddenly disappeared. She was about to be condemned to an eternity of pain and torture in the fiery pits of hell and not a single person gave a damn or even understood.

It had been in the mist of her self pity that it dawned on her that there was someone who knew exactly what she was going through , someone who no doubt was experiencing all of the same feelings as she currently was and despite their not so friendly past at the very least it was comforting that Dean would be able to relate to how she was feeling even if he didn’t care. Due to her profession she had been blessed with the special skill of finding anybody anywere meaning she had tracked Dean down using the GPS on his phone to a small town bar miles from anyone or anything.

Polly was starving, so she was at a convenience store, stuffing a plastic basket with all of the cheap junk food she could find. Then she saw the pie. They were in plastic containers, however there was only one left.

As she reached for it, another hand intruded into her pie space. Polly looked over at the stranger. Normally she would have said excuse me, and moved on, but not today. She wanted that pie. She stared at the stranger intensely, hoping he would leave.

OH this one? 

PUT ¥ IN MY ASK AND MY MUSE WILL RATE YOUR MUSE ON:

Her heart was racing, the bite on her leg struggling to heal as she limped through the alley way. Grace turned abruptly, pushing the figure against a dumpster the tip of her angel blade pressed firmly against flesh.

"What do you want?"