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Runaways || closed
John had just gotten back from a hunt last night. Sam had been asleep, but Dean was nowhere to be found. John had asumed he'd snuck out for some reason or another, and he'd be back in the morning. But he wasn't.Â
John woke Sam with a firm shake, "Where's your brother Sammy?"
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Castiel stood still as they began to tie his wings behind his back again, despite the fact they already clipped them and he couldn't fly anyway. Humans made sure they did everything they could to keep angel's locked up. The owner of his Grounds wasn't particularly happy to see him again. Castiel seemed to be the only one that was constantly returning and being given back from disappointed owners. He glared down at Castiel and struck him hard, throwing Castiel off balance and onto the floor. To dodge the oncoming kicks, the angel shuffled back into his cage where he knew he was safe at least. the Owner slammed the door hard and locked it tight.Â
Humans walked down the isles of the Grounds, picking out angels. As gifts or for slaves. One little girl skipped passed him to the cage right of his and told her father that she wanted that one. It had been Samandriel, Castiel's brother. Castiel could only pray that his brother was going to a nice home and away from this place for good.
It seemed that another day was going to pass  where Castiel would be stuck in the cage again. Better then being abused in a home, he supposed. The owner came by, opening Castiel's cage. It meant that the day was almost over. That it was time for punishment for being brought back again even though it hadn't been his fault. Castiel crawled back as far as he could but not far enough. The owner stuck the prod deep into Castiel's wing and sent a shock through his body. He yelped in response. Some of the remaining humans in the store had stopped to watch as if it were for entertainment.  He felt another shock course through his body.Â
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Samandriel was sitting on a bench when he saw him. The younger Winchester was easy to spot, infinitely taller than the people who occupied the space around him. He was up on his feet before he knew it, trying to catch up with the hunter. "Sam Winchester?" He called out, hoping to catch the man's attention.
When I see your URL I sob because of how awesome you are. Just sayin'.
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(Well, I'm going to be bold and assume that since you liked my post you wanna start a thread with me. Wanna plot?)
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OOC: Bed.
TO: the-b0y-king Snipingshepherd : I have finished the starters and will post them when I get on later.
TO: evie-jones : I got your link and we can finish plotting tomorrow.Â
Goodnight all.Â
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Crowley grimaces, rolling his numb shoulder tentatively-- the chain clinks, hanging loosely beneath his clasped hands.
                           --his head is heavy (must be the antlers).
Still, he does not move; he bides his time, gaze flicking to the window of their ridiculously ostentatious car.
The demon doesn't have to wait for long. They come to a corner, and he shifts just so--Â
and the plaid-wrapped buffoon slides to the other end of the back seat, his head hitting the door with a satisfying thunk.
Crowley smirks-- his eyes remained focused on the road to his left, and he basks in the sound of the Winchester's muffled, irritated curse as his hands find his head.
Hello, all!
{Thanks for the follows, guys! Happy to RP at anytime, just say the word! Also, if anyone would be interested in doing a demon!Dean RP ... let me know. Would work even better with a character Dean know well already (or even another Dean).}
