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“Alright, whatever. I’m too tired to argue.“ - john w. @ chuck! @tornmask

@tornmask "Can I come?" - from ur kidnapped child, john / homie, who is dying to be allowed to join an actual hunt sOBS

                              CASTIEL HESITATES. He had just gotten off the phone with Sam, who asked him for help on a dire Wendigo case (the call was nearly unintelligible due to the poor cell reception), and he was already climbing the stairs to get out of the bunker when John's question stopped him. John is old enough to take care of himself (and there's enough food in the fridge), so he hadn't considered taking him along. Why? Well. He's still a child, after all. A child with superpowers, who is also nearly indestructible, so it's unlikely the Wendigo would manage to snack on his arm or something.

It’s with much different demeanour she steps in the vampire’s holding cell today. Her movements are smoother and softer, and while she doesn’t smile (that would be overselling it), her expression is relaxed and open.  Iris is a skilled actor.  It’s almost as if when she has a role to play, she’s suddenly not frightened the way that usually permeates her entire being. She doesn’t quite realise how big of a difference it is to her normal, because she’s largely unaware of how visible her regular tension is.

She sets the carrier box that’s keeping the blood bags a good temperature on the floor next to where she pulls a chair to sit on, straddling the back of it as she faces him. A relaxed stance, sitting down so she’s not hovering above the man chained to the wall, his only seat a thin mattress.

❝ We’re worried about you, ❞    Iris says, opening the box.    ❝ You really should eat something. ❞    Drink human blood, in other words.

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"Why are you being nice?" - from dexter @ joey!

He doesn't want to answer that. It should be OBVIOUS - maybe beyond so - WHY he would extend DEXTER MORGAN any kindness. So, it goes unsaid. If Dexter wants to know, he should use that noggin of his for something other than BLOOD SPATTER ANALYSIS this time around. PRICK.

"It's just a fuckin' cuppa coffee, Dexter," is instead what's thrown the other's way. "I know you're doin' overtime. You'll need it. That's all. Don't make it weird." But it very much is, Joey knows. He doesn't know where else to direct the little things he'd done for she who is long gone. Small coffee runs and tweaks to the air conditioning - trivial favors she might not have even known he'd extended her. He doesn't know what to do with that part of him. Whatever rebounds he'd tried have failed and FALLEN in the eye of a man who sees no one but who she was and who she could have stayed. He doesn't know what to do with any of this. All he knows how to do is scrunch his nose up and get PRICKLY, looking at a man so strange and slight to him like he's the last piece of something intangible. Debra loved him dearly, her older brother and only family. She would have wanted this. It's all he can do for her.

"Take the damn thing." He plops it on his desk with a little thud.

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"Sit, you must be starving." - john w. @ dean! @tornmask

back from one of the few hunts he was allowed to go on by himself. still young for a hunter - but what did that matter when hunters always died young and bloody? the eldest of john's boys drops his coat and his bag and practically drops himself into the seat too.

“ trust is harder to earn than gold, and far easier to lose. ” - john w. @ kaziel! @tornmask

"Did   you   lock   the   door?" - john w. @ sam! @tornmask