VESSEL. ⁽ᵃᵘᵗᵒᵖᶫᵃʸ⁾

       He gave another chuckle and threw his arms out towards his side. His green eyes glancing down at his feet then to what he could of his chest. Soon flicking back to Claire, “Ohh, sweetheart. This is ALL me.”

       Dean was just getting started!

       Her words made him angle his head slightly and arch a brow. Giving that ‘are you sure?’ look towards the younger female. As his lips played a devilish show. “Then you do not know me very well, Clairey.” He teased. As he took a bold step towards her. Hoping to see her flinch. He was fueling from this. Fear was his entertainment for the time being. And Claire was his source.

       “Missy, you should really watch your tone with me,” He pointed a lazy finger at her. Trying to scold her, but his lips were too curved in a smile to be anywhere close to a scolding feature.

       He didn’t comment on her last part, he was going to show her just who he was. The Mark of Cain on his arm made him like this. The Mark made him un-killable. In a sense that when he wakes up, he had these new powers and a pair of black eyes to match them. 

       What fun was he having!

  He’s all fucked up. Whatever made Dean Dean was gone, left them with this. She felt like she’d lost a friend. Technically——that’s exactly what happened. Would she prefer him being dead over this? Couldn’t exactly be sure, at this point. Maybe.

  “Quit messing around, Dean,” she managed. “You’re toying with me, I can tell.”

  She gained enough courage to smack his pointing finger away, angry and a little annoyed. Scared, maybe, but mostly angry. He shouldn't have done this to himself. Was he too messed up to save? It seemed that way.

  Claire could sense he was going to try something, so she tried to stay focused. If he pulled something, she had to be ready.

“Yes, you should.” She said plainly.

She let out a long, heavy sigh. Amelia still didn’t know how to begin to explain to Claire that it was her. A hundred percent, well almost. “Claire, it’s me—” She slowly began, eyes shifting to where the others hands moved–reaching for a knife. She’d have done the same. But she couldn’t help to get a little irritated at the same time.

“You’re better off staying away from me.” Amelia said, “Far away from me. If I were possessed, the demon inside me wouldn’t care. But I’m not. I’m not—-” I’m not human anymore. Four small words. Hard to say, but she had to at one point. And the thought made her grab her right forearm, left thumb pressing against the small mark hidden under the cloth of her shirt. 

“I’m not human anymore, Claire. You can try exorcisms and whatever all you want, but this isn’t going to go away.” She stood, her look serious, “And it’s for your own good that you don’t follow my tracks. I’ve done things. And I may not hurt you now, I have it under control, but, it’s not going to be like that forever. I’ll slip off the edge at some point, and I will drag you down it if you come down that path.” She then proceeded to walk away, hoping her friend wouldn’t follow. But in the pit of her stomach, she had a feeling it wasn’t going to be that easy.

She let out a sigh, too——this was getting frustrating. Claire didn’t plan on turning away any time soon, and she definitely was not going to fight in here. So there was nothing to do but talk.... listen. 

Not like she was getting answers, though. Main question: what the hell is going on? 

She couldn’t pinpoint it. It couldn’t be her and not be her at the same time. Not a possession but kind of a possession. It just.... didn’t work like that. Right? So what the hell is Amelia talking about? 

She reached over for her arm to pull her back, keep her from getting too far. And she didn’t let go, didn’t plan on it anytime soon. “What are you talking about? How——?” Slip off the edge. Drag you down. Claire’s mind was just a bunch of question marks, at this point.

There was one other possibility. “What did you do? Did you sell your soul, or something? I can’t...” she trailed off. “I can’t see any other possibilities. And anyway, what the fuck happened to your soul is important, Amelia?" she was just guessing, though, and that was unfair. "Just.. tell me what you did.” Pause. She let go of the other’s arm, now, with a quick glance around before taking a very small step back. “I can help.”

    Admittedly, the idea of sitting in silence wasn’t exactly appealing to Adam, even though the silences between himself and Claire were never really awkward. unless there was some tension between them. However the idea of being quiet, alone with his thoughts after his rather rumbustious outburst earlier, wasn’t something that the hunter was particularly looking forward to.

    Looks like they’d be talking about random topics.

    “I think I seen roadkill back there,” he commented aimlessly, glancing in one of the mirrors as he did so as if to check for the aforementioned animal, “looked dead. Very dead. Probably a bird, gonna be dinner for someone later.”

    Not a very appetizing thought, especially since Adam was still incredibly hungry, but with little else to talk about, it was marginally better than any silence that would fill the truck otherwise.

   She let out a small laugh——more like a giggle, really, at the mere idea of them playing that stupid game. Then again, there really wasn’t much else to do, she'd crossed out amy possiblities for real conversation. And she wanted to make him laugh. Try to, at least.

   Claire glanced in the rear view mirror at the mention of a roadkill, but couldn’t see anything so she returned her eyes back to the road. “Pfft. Someone’s dinner? Adam, it’s 2015. No one’s picking up a dead bird and cooking it.” She couldn’t even imagine it.

   “Unless you’re willing. In which case, forget the search for a stupid Diner. We can turn back and do just that. Camp out, or something. We’ve got blankets back there, even.” 

Ahem, okay yes it is ‘that’ time again even though I should of done this like a month ago now since I hit two goals in that time span but alas, here I am. Thank you to all of you who follow     me/interact with me & Dean and make this such a fun blog to be on nearly every day!

Quality in my eyes / go follow all these amazing people

thewiccanmechanic  | azazelsfavorite | bulletism | jessicamoore | sam-wayward-winchester | demonqxeen |  sharpserration | huntresscaraquinn | protectingxgilbert | theirhome | illepidum | karinaxndfriends | angelcoded | vascelum | harvxllx | findacauseandserveit | hellsaved | finiis | thebradburyc |  purusfractum | xdemondrinker | fidelissmi | vesseliisms | hellshowl | stillcas | alastairthetorturer | legacyblood | xperhapsonedayx | toxicblacks |  fraggleisms |

With out all these amazing people, Dean and I wouldn’t have so many awesome threads and friends. They are all such amazing writers, whether an OC or a canon character, they do such   amazing jobs, Even the few on the list that I haven’t interacted with are still cool people. Their blogs are beautiful and they are awesome people so go follow them!