#tabletread

dean frowns, downing what’s left of his beer as they sit at the table together. kevin didn’t deserve this. he deserved so much better---he was made for so much more. “this life...” he starts, unsure if he wants to continue. he looks over at the boy and frowns more. “it gets to ya...” he says with a fake smile, a sad smile. one that screams i’m sorry. “nobody ever asks for it, seems like you just get sucked in and it’s not fair,” he shakes his head, pulling a face. “it’s not fair at all, but you keep on because your sacrifice will save someone else. i would never have asked his of anyone, but it seems like god’s got different thoughts, so,” he shrugs, wishing he had more beer. 

   “What language was that?” Griffin mostly kept to himself. It was easier to arrive and depart from towns if no one knew he was ever there in the first place. But sometimes, even Griffin struggled to follow his own rules of survival. He stopped mid-step beside the bus stop, fingers curling tight around the strap of his backpack. “That... I’ve heard that before.”

He was just slowly bringing a chicken wing up to his lips having pushed the whole vegan thing aside staring towards her while furrowing his eyebrows together. “…Am I not saying something…?” look he might’ve been spaced out due to the lack of sleep and having major sleep deprivation. 

❝ No, it’s — it’s not you, Kevin. ❞  A sigh made its way out of her lips, taking one of the vegan burritos the prophet had put aside.  ❝ I just, I thought we were finally getting somewhere, you know?  Like maybe there was hope for us yet, but then he goes and — neverminds me. ❞  Couple of seconds later, her teeth sunk into the mix of vegetables and rice, looking up to her friend as she swallowed.  ❝ I’m not making any sense, am I? ❞

“I don’t know.” he said turning his head only slightly to acknowledge her before he went back to staring down at his hands. He was having one of those nights – one of the hard nights. He flickered his gaze back up towards the sky since he was sitting OUTSIDE. “..Hours..”

With a slight frown on her forehead, the hunter took a seat next to him.  First she looked at the beautifully illumimated nightsky, but then she set her eyes on his somber expression — he didn’t look like he was out there for the mere pleasure of stargazing.  ❝ Do you wanna talk about it? ❞

                ❝ michael wishes to know of any progress you have made. ❞

                 breezing into the prophets cell, spared a glance at all the papers and notes and the general look of a disaster area the area had become. 

                 scribbles lined the walls, some made sense to the archangel while others did not, but most of it looked like the work of a madman to him. or a sleep-deprived human. he figured that they should be more aware of the prophets living conditions, but he also figured it was irrelevant to the cause. so long as they got what they needed from the tablets.

                  hooking his thumbs into the straps of his combat belt, gabriel raised a bored and expectant brow as he waited for an answered to give to his superior.

UM HI WO W whY IS EVERYONE SO PURE AND SWEET I C RY.  thank you so much you lovely soul !  It is seriously my pleasure making the resources I do for the rpc because I know how hard it can be starting out writing here, and feeling kind of lost without icons at times , and i just want to help people any way i can! (not saying you need graphics to rp lol but still )

     the smell of freshly-dried laundry filled the air of what was now the winchester home. warm, fuzzy, baby blankets all in a pile, ready to be folded. as she threw  one over her shoulder, she mentally reminded herself it would be time to wake up the girls for their feeding soon. she would be lying if she said she was not ready for them to be weened off breast milk - but it was what was best for them. fingers work diligently as they worked on folding various fabrics of pink and purple. a small smile crept onto her face as she glanced over to the nearby crib, her daughters  sleeping contently. it is then when a movement catches the corner of her eye, and swiftly she turns around, startled into defensive mode. dropping the blanket onto  the bed, her hand then becomes occupied with a blade. needless to say, when her brother was away on hunts, she became even more hyper-vigilant. however, she could not afford to be any other way - not with two lives depending on her to protect them. instantaneously, she relaxed and her mouth went agape.