#spnverse

@emberocrpblog -

Clammy hands rubbed over the tired face of one Carlie SinClaire. Not only out of frustration, but anger. The task was simple, keep her life straight forward, no distractions, no extra baggage to lug around; hurt less when there was a loss. This though had been different -- different in the sense of little to no experience, and what experience had been had was from the times Carlie had protected the woman.. Trying to keep every lurking shadow and every uncertain noise at bay. Though this time it hadn’t been for her younger sister, and her daughter.. No, this had been much different -- different in a sense of not knowing what could happen if something had gone terribly south.

A nest. An /actual/ budding vampire nest was what Theo had just stumbled into, and instead of fighting one vampire as he'd expected- he was fighting 4. Theo would normally be worried about this if he hadn't found the nest in an old, abandoned crypt. That seemed a little /too/ predictable in his opinion, but having them actually crawl out of the old coffins nearly made him laugh.

“Ya'll know you don't have to do that, right?” he asked with a smirk as the four of them started to circle him, bodies lowered into positions ready to spring. A snap of his fingers later and a dark smoke burst from his fingertips to take the solid form of a long, black scythe. If they were on a stereotype trend, he could follow suit. He tapped the base to the cold, stone floor and it echoed off the stone around them.  One of them, seemingly the youngest, snarled at him and barred her fangs.

A lunge later, and movement all over the over-sized tomb erupted. Four figures closed in on Theo's position at once, and one moment Theo stood in the center of the room, then the next he was gone. A trail of smoke followed in the wake of his shift, and with barely a sound other than metal meeting flesh, one of the vampires heads thumped to the ground, separated from it's owners body. Theo perched behind it in a low crouch as the limp torso sank to it's knees, and all the vampires froze at once. Another blink and a flash of smoke and another vampire suffered the same fate. Two left, and the two made a frantic grab for him before he could shift again. Theo met them this time with a swipe of his scythe, using the handle to hit one in the stomach and knock it back, while the other soon found it's torso headless with another swipe of Theo's blade. A twirl of the scythe over his head as the fourth vampire attempted an attack, and the youngest fell to a similar to the ground, her head rolling lifelessly past his feet. Theo let the silence settle, and after a moment he blinked in surprise.

All of these vampires were /young/ - not a single one put up a proper fight, and Theo's brow furrowed as he couched over to examine one of the bodies. Why were all of them so young? Is their maker among them- just as young? While it might seem like a job well done, he wasn't so great at his abilities (usually) that there wasn't at least some sort of fight. Something didn't feel right-

And just as Theo thought something was off, he heard a soft tap against stone behind him. He turned just in time to buffer the tackle of a 5th vampire from behind him with his scythe, and he grunted as he was pinned to the dusty floor. Teeth gnashed above him and he struggled to force the vampire up and off of him as it made a grab for his throat around the handle.

@pilawforhire

Midi’s home was.. massive and just shy of ostentatious. Though it was full, they’d filled it with warm and joy.. but the blue haired individual was far from the latter. The Former was unavoidable, as unavoidable as their incredibly high metabolism that forced them to eat high calorie foods frequently. Reclining back into the comfortable pillows of their comfortable couch, they appeared so carefree and casual about the otherwise, quite serious matter.

The past twelve years were the worst Hell that Armand could imagine. Though his siblings had died on his watch when he was twelve, and his parents had never truly forgiven him, he’d managed to get through that. But when he was 16 and Papa died, his entire life had fallen apart right in front of him. His mother blamed him and kicked him out. He was homeless and desperate, doing his best to survive. He’d been arrested, rejected by his mother, and sent to a reform home. His stay was ended abruptly with the news of his mother’s suicide, and he was then bounced from one abusive foster family to another. By 17, he was on the run for the murder of his roommate which he didn’t remember committing. He numbed himself and got by with drugs, alcohol, and acts he certainly wasn’t proud of.  

After finding out that he’d been possessed, and that demons and monsters truly existed, he started on a path that led straight to a hunter lifestyle. He was hellbent on killing the demon that had destroyed his life. 

At 18, stricken with grief and loss for far too long, he made an impulse decision at a crossroads. Young and desperate, he sold his soul to bring back his twin siblings. The last ten years had been a struggle, but Armand wouldn’t change it for the world. Though he knew what was coming for him, he’d raised the two toddlers and given him the best life that he could, even through his struggles with addiction, and constant running from the law and hunting. He’d taught them everything he knew about hunting, so they could always protect themselves, and secured them with a hunter when the hounds of Hell came barking.

His ten years were up, and he only pretended to accept it gracefully. Once he said his goodbyes to his now twelve year old brother and sister, he locked himself in his shitty motel room and numbed himself the best he could. He prayed to God for help, though the prayers fell on deaf ears as Hellhounds ripped him to shreds.

When he awoke, the smell of blood and flesh overwhelmed him. He could hear the screams, and he knew he’d just entered eternal damnation at only 28 years old.

A Mess of Me and You (#amomay):

Emily and Dean are crazy about each other but after a hunt goes wrong, Lucifer takes the opportunity to steal every memory she had of him, replacing Dean with Sam.  To save Emily's life she needs to consummate her relationship, but with which Winchester?

Back to the Start (#btts):

When Sam and Dean go to take out a vamps nest they are surprised to find the job already done, and a new hunter in the game who isn't prepared to take any shit.

Come What May (#cwm):

Emily works for Crowley in his strip club.  Demon Dean comes in and takes a shine to the redhead who is only too happy to be the Bonnie to his Clyde, but what happens when Dean gets his soul back?

Could’ve, Would’ve, Should’ve (#cws):

A case brings the Winchesters to a sleepy small town where a certain redhead owns the local bar.  Will Dean be able to keep things strictly business or will Emily tempt him to stay around a little longer?

Just Friends (#jf):

As a 'fixer' for the hunting community, Emily has had the pleasure of corresponding with Sam Winchester on many occasions.  When he rocks up to her shop with his brother in tow she finds a new desire to help.  

Once Upon A Dream(#ouad):

The Winchester Kid (#twk):

A one night stand with a fellow hunter resulted in fatherhood, and when Judes mother is taken out by vamps, Dean gives up the hunter life to bring up his daughter.  His entire focus is on his little girl, until he meets her supply teacher.

Then There Was A Baby (#ttwab):

A one night stand plays on Deans mind.  The desire to see Emily again brings the Winchesters back into town, only to discover that one night has changed both their lives.

Til Death Us Do Part (#tdudp:)

Emily appears to be a career widow.  Any man unlucky enough to fall in love with her mysteriously ends up dead, which is why she hit the Winchesters radar.  Can they get to the bottom of this mystery or will Dean fall under the spell?

Here We Go Again (#hwga):

A summer love was over too soon.  Emily has a constant reminder in the form or a beautiful daughter and one day Dean walks into her bar and discovers he is a father to a rebellious teen.

What Could Have Been (#wchab):