valor

Wanting to go and find Vincent on her own at that very moment was all she wanted to do and it took everything within her to not rudely walk away from the hunter but knowing as much as she did about him ( which isn’t much ) he would follow her. 

“ I undastand but he comes and goes, I would be lucky ta’ have knowledge on his whereabouts. I will tell ya’ this, only a warning though: if ya’ go lookin’ for him? ya’ will find ‘em but you’ll be as dead as them men that were found ‘n that’s a bad way to die.” Her warning was genuine though she wasn’t to fond of the man she would hate to see him go off and walk into his own death, knowing by word of Vincent’s persona when he is in another form. “ ‘n don’t worry about that, we gon’ talk and he is gonna hear it until he dies.”

Lips parted and grey hues brows furrowed. He’d like to say it was the woman over exaggerated her words to try and discourage him from his search for the wolf--- yet he believes what she warns him. He’d seen the bodies. What was left of them in the very least. This was something not to mess with--- but he’s stuck his nose into bigger, badder creature’s business’. And he had won. By some grace of god.

rules :  you  can  only  say  guilty  or  innocent.  you  are  not  allowed to  explain  anything  unless  someone  messages  you  or  asks  you. repost,  don’t  reblog  !

asked  someone  to  marry  you  ?   innocent kissed  one  of  your  friends  ?   guilty danced  on  a  table  in  a  bar  /  tavern  ?  guilty ever  told  a  lie  ?   guilty had  feelings  for  someone  whom  you  can’t  have  ?   guilty kissed  a  picture  ?   guilty slept  until  5pm  ?  guilty fallen  asleep  at  work  /  school  ?   guilty held  a  snake  ?   guilty been  suspended  from  school  ?   innocent worked  at  a  fast  food  chain  /  restaurant  ?   innocent stolen  something  ?   guilty been  fired  from  a  job  ?  innocent done  something  you  regret  ?   guilty laughed  until  something  you  were  drinking  came  out  of  your  nose  ?   guilty caught  a  snowflake  on  your  tongue  ?   innocent kissed  in  the  rain  ?   innocent sat  on  a  roof  top  ?   guilty  kissed  someone  you  shouldn’t  ?   guilty  sang  in  the  shower  ?   guilty  been  pushed  into  a  pool  with  all  your  clothes  on  ?   innocent shaved  your  head  ?   guilty slept  naked  ?   guilty  made  a  boyfriend  /  girlfriend  cry  ?   innocent shot  a  gun  ?   guilty  still  love  someone  you  shouldn’t  ?   guilty have  /  had  a  tattoo  ?   innocent liked  someone,  but  will  never  tell  who  ?   guilty been  too  honest  ?   guilty ruined  a  surprise  ?   guilty been  told  that  you’re  beautiful  by  someone  who  totally  meant  what  they  said  ?   guilty still  have  communication  w/  your  ex  ?   innocent cheated  on  someone  ?   innocent  got  so  angry  that  you  cried  ?  guilty tried  to  stay  away  from  someone  for  their  own  good  ?   guilty thoughts  about  suicide  ?   guilty thoughts  about  murder  ?   innocent how  about  mass  murder  ?   innocent stalked  someone  ?   guilty had  a  girlfriend  /  boyfriend  ?   guilty  gotten  totally  drunk  during  a  holiday  ?   guilty  

— After a few silent moments a gentle sigh fell from the blonde’s lips. It was then shortly followed by a small moan of pain as her fair hand reached up to her aching head. Ariel blinked a few times, her vision blurred but soon recovered as her bright eyes turned toward the man that had touched her. The woman’s brow knitted together for a moment, very confused on what had happened to her.

“What happened…” she asked in a soft but raspy voice, like she had screamed to the point of her throat being sour. 

‘‘You hit your head, ma’am.’’ That wasn’t a lie. Yet, failed to meet the truth completely. She didn’t have to know, and if she didn’t ask in detail, he wouldn’t tell her. There was a gentle pat to the woman’s shoulder. A wordless beckoning for her to stay put in the bed. ‘‘Give yourself some time before ya try an’ do anythin’ to challenging.’‘

dean eyes the gun, debating the pros and cons of actually dropping this particular weapon ( it wasn’t like he would be defenseless without it but, it was the significance of the act ). watching the man carefully, looking to spot any kind of wavering in their stance, the hunter entertained the man by dropping his mallet on the ground beside him. 

     maybe they were just hard headed. definitely hot headed, but dean would be acting the same if someone just tried to crack his skull in. the quick remark about the beatles made a smirk grow on his face. “ you do seem more like the number 9 type, shoulda figured. ”

while giving the man answers would help the winchester not get shot, dean wasn’t too keen and indulging whoever this was on the supernatural. “ i’m just trying to figure out what the hell you’re doing here. i’m here to look after your well being. i make a harmless mistake and you decide to pull a gun on me? rude. ”

Gaze doesn’t stray to the weapon as it’s dropped to the floor. Now if he’d just kick the weapon off to the side, just out of a simple crouch’s reach, he’d be happy as a lark. Eyes didn’t roll, but a cock of his head was enough to say he failed to be as humored. ‘’Course I do. Gonna also say I look like a country type too?’’

‘‘My well being? That’s the funniest SHIT I’ve done heard all day! Your goddamn harmless mistake could have coasted me a COMA.’’ he snarled, shaking his gun at the other, as though scolding a CHILD. ‘’You really wanna know why I’m here, buddy?’’

‘’I’ll toss you a bone; spin you a yarn. I’m out here in this deprecated old hell hole because about two miles from here people’s not only gone missin’, but somethin’ is also tearing them apart and bein’ picky ‘bout what they take home with ‘em for SUPPER!’’