#whiskeyandspy

walking in dark places at night had brought a strange comfort to the petite blonde, as though it were soothing.  although, she would not lie that something had been missing from the equation.  it was a feeling deep down in her bones which she couldn’t seem to place a finger on, at least not at the moment.  being deep in thought, it always seemed unapparent that she had appeared within the walls of the one cemetery located in town. if it hadn’t been for the sound of a branch breaking then she might have continued the mindless wondering. “ has anyone ever told you it’s not polite to sneak up on people ? ” automatic sass coming out, “ you know, most of the time it doesn’t end well. ”

indeed - losing his favorite meat suit which was that of a moderately successful literary agent had been quite the disappointment. however, he had found this new one to possess some tricks of their own especially when it came to blending and people in general. perhaps it had been a good thing knowing the winchesters would not be too far behind ; bloody hell , when were they not within sniffing distance of them ? one could say they were nearly obsessed with the returned ruler of hell. “ dean. ” his tone filled with darkness, he sat on a chair nursing a cup of brandy in a dimly lit corner. oh, the irony of how he knew the time would only come to pass where their paths would cross. “ forgot to bring moose, I see. ” feigning a disappointed expression, “ I suppose it’s for the best, after all, I do prefer our little one on one time. ”