#vagrantkiller

It was one thing to hide her hunter boyfriend from the Council. Slightly more difficult to hide hunter-turned-demon, but so far, she’d managed it with clever use of the Physician’s Desk Reference and lying. She should’ve known it was too good to last though. The Council was old, and powerful, and extremely good at secrets. She was just a junior deputy with a soft spot for a good smile and sarcasm. 

The Mark was big news in witch circles. For a long time, it had been little more than a rumor; a tale from the ancient world of magic that was either fictional or had long since disappeared. Discovering that it was real, and active, caused a fervor among the Research Branch. The Mark was old magic. Understanding the mechanics of the curse could open entirely new fields of research, potentially providing the Council with potent weapons and protecting the world from great evil.

The Council didn’t seem to care that the Mark was attached to a person. In their view, studying a Knight of Hell was a bonus. That wasn’t a person. That was a specimen. 

As per fricking usual, Rachel disagreed. Dean was a demon, but he was still Dean, and panic filled her poor, stupid, besotted heart when the briefing came down. They knew where he was. 

It took her best acting skills to get out of CBI headquarters without suspicion, and she broke practically all the traffic laws on her way to see him. Warn him. Transport him to outer Mongolia if she had to. 

She parked in her usual spot, hidden behind a thicket of trees, and sprinted up the weathered trail that served as a driveway for the bunker. Bursting through the door like a redheaded hurricane, she called out for him as she catapulted down the stairs.

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OH GOD.

I know you've sufferedBut I don't want you to hideIt's cold and lovelessI won't let you be deniedSoothingI'll make you feel pureTrust meYou can be sureI want to reconcile the violence in your heartI want to recognise your beauty's not just a maskI want to exorcise the demons from your pastI want to satisfy the undisclosed desires in your heart~*~*~I reach towards the sky, I've said my goodbyesMy heart's always with you nowI won't question why so many have diedMy prayers have made it through yeah'Cause with all these things we doIt don't matter when I'm coming home to you~*~*~

Cause if I wanted to go I would have gone by now,But I really need you near me toKeep my mind off the edgeIf I wanted to leave I would have left by nowBut you're the only one that knows meBetter than I know myselfAll alongI tried to pretend it didn't matterIf I was aloneBut deep down I knowIf you were goneFor even a day I wouldn't know which way to turnCause I'm lost without you~*~*~

Jess: because i feel like she's never seen them all the way through

Jess: and him nerding out

Jess: and her being like "omg you're so adorable"

Caitlyn: and him just being like "I'M HAN FUCKING SOLO I AM NOT ADORABLE"

Jess: and her being extremely serious when she says, "Yes, you are indeed the best pilot in the galaxy."

Caitlyn: "damn straight"

Jess: "And you are also a scruffy-looking nerfherder."

Caitlyn: "i am NOT. but i do have a very hairy sidekick"

Jess: LOLOL she's laughing like "Oh my god, Sam totally is Chewie, this is the best thing ever."

Caitlyn: "does that make you my princess?"

Caitlyn: A SUPER SMOOTH DEAN APPEARS

Caitlyn: HE USES CHARM

"Come on!" Rachel called, thumbs hooked in the shoulder straps of her backpack and bouncing on her toes. She felt downright giddy. The last time she'd actually taken a break... she couldn't even remember. The Council mandated downtime, but she usually filled it with side jobs for Reed or poking at spells. An honest-to-god road trip--no destination in mind, just driving--sounded like heaven. Especially now, between the angel-enslavement and demon shit and general world-ending insanity. She closed her eyes and grinned. Dean, the Impala, sun on her face and wind in her hair--perfect.

Excitement rendered her unable to stand still while she waited for Dean, and she paced around the room. She was still getting used to calling the bunker home, still being used to the sharing of daily life with Dean. It was challenging at times, but a challenge she relished, and one that filled her with hope instead of despair for once. Maybe that's why they were taking this trip. Hope was in short supply.

I have the most amazing followers and friends on here and on Rachel. Like seriously amazing. There's a lot of shit going on in my personal life (mostly related to my job) that's stressing me out to the point of tears and health issues, and making life extremely difficult for me. I was in such a bad mood today because of this stuff, just angry and depressed and hating everything.

And then I came home and got on Skype and tumblr and was instantly lifted up by the amazing people that you are. 

Thank you so much for being my friend. Thanks for sticking with me through long absences and stressful periods and times when I'm lashing out at everything. Thank you for cheering me up and making me smile and making me feel cared about when I feel like the whole fucking world is against me.