a little taste of heaven

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    Carys HughesNephilim x Ashton IrwinAngel
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    Catrin HughesNephilim x Michael CliffordDemon
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    I know it's chemicals
    that make me cling to you
    and I need a miracle
    I gotta stay with you
    and I'm not spiritual
    but please stay
    cause I think you're a saint
    and I think you're an angel

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    Averi BrayHuman x Luke HemmingsDemon
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    Allison IngridHuman x Calum HoodDemon
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    Take in your chemicals
    that make me cling to you
    you are a miracle
    I gotta stay with you
    and I'm not spiritual
    but please stay
    cause you're a glimpse of bliss
    a little taste of heaven

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    Elea WileyHuman x Dean WinchesterHuman
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    Holly McLaughlinHuman x Sam WinchesterHuman
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    April 12th, 2019 at 04:07pm
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    Holly offered a small smile to Elea as she handed her a bottle of cheap beer, sitting opposite her friend as she illuminated the screen of her phone with a single tap of the pad of her thumb. Sam and Dean had agreed to meet them at a shabby roadside bar, in the middle of nowhere, for seven - the sun was already beginning to set and the disguise of dusk was enough to make Holly nervous. "They should be here soon," Holly murmured, slipping her phone back into her pocket and taking a sip of her own beer. Holly wasn't new to the life that Sam and Dean lived, but damn it, she wanted to be a part of it, much more than what she'd been - and to be successful, to be a real hunter, she'd have to learn from the best, and the Winchesters were the best of the best. "God, I'm so ready for this." Holly exhaled, looking to Elea. "How're you feeling?"

    Maneuvering the 67 Chevy Impala with an almost expert precision. He'd had a phone call from Elea Wiley the night before, and Dean wondered what the emergency was that she decided to call him instead of her boyfriend, an experienced hunter Dean had encountered a few run ins with. He never did get along with the fool, he was arrogant and cocky and each time he allowed his ego to win, he almost got himself killed. It was a miracle he didn't sink Elea down with him. Frowning slightly with the thought, Dean couldn't help but acknowledge that his heartbeat increased a little with the thought of Elea getting hurt, and choosing to ignore it, Dean looked over to Sam. "I'm scared that if we go any further into wilderness, I'm gonna run over the damn Sasquatch." Dean grinned. "You still readin' that GPS?"

    This was it, Allison was certain. Treading over the bodies of angels, the imprints of their impressive wing span burned into the concrete floor of an abandoned warehouse, Allison looked to her hunting partner and best friend, Averi. "This only just happened," Allison murmured, grabbing the blade she'd stolen from the body of a demon they'd hunted a while ago from it's sheath around her ankle, hidden within her boots. They'd been on the heels of two demons - Luke and Calum - for months, and as soon as the duo were within arm's reach, they'd disappear again, as if they were enjoying the thrill of the chase. "Fuck, it's gotta be today, Averi, it's gotta be." And Allison decided, the moment she got her hands on one of these little shits, he would beg for his life before she put a blade through his neck. Running a hand through her ponytail, Allison ventured further into the warehouse, spacious enough that she had to remain on guard.

    Luke grabbed the sleeve of Calum's leather jacket with a smirk as he heard voices from the entrance of the warehouse. They'd run into some trouble - a few arrogant angels who had nothing better to do than taunt those who were as far away from holy as could be, and Luke had made sure they paid for their cruel words, and soon, their sour attitude turned sweet, begging for their lives, begging for forgiveness; something only God could provide - but where was he in all of this? Word in the heat of Hell was that God had disappeared and left the angels to their own devices, as if they weren't pompous and entitled already. "Look who's here." He murmured to Calum quietly. "We should have a game of cat and mouse, mate. You go left, I go right, keep our little friends guessing." Luke winked, letting go of Calum, fully prepared to give these hunters the bang for their buck, there was no way he'd be caught that easily. Disappearing between rows of tall shelves, clearly used for storage in its time, Luke stuffed his hands into the pocket of his jeans, his curls tied into a top knot and a smirk etched permanently onto his face. "Come and get us if you want us." He called easily.

    Catrin toyed with her lip as she dumped her back pack down onto the bed of the motel she and her sister, Carys, had checked into. Cringing as the mattress squealed with disdain, Catrin ran her hand through her hair. "That's it," she decided quietly, knowing Carys, despite her silence, was listening. "We're crazy. We're officially crazy." Sitting on the edge of her bed, Catrin exhaled heavily, wondering what this all meant. They'd been hearing voices for a while now - hundreds of them - speaking about abominations that must be stopped, and demons coming to kill angels and the Winchesters... who were the fucking Winchesters? Catrin had it down, at first, to telepathy, something that was heavily associated with twins, but it happened far too often to be considered a strange stroke of luck or just a mere coincidence. Then there had been the run ins, men and women in suits with blades and tongues just as sharp; and Catrin began to wonder if they should check themselves in to the nearest psychiatric unit. "This is so weird, Carys."

    Ashton had been given a mission, and damn it, come (literal) Hell or high water, he was going to complete it. It was fairly simple. Locate the nephilim sisters and kill them and the potential risk they carried to humanity. He wasn't alone in his instructions, but a prize had been offered to the first one who had completed the task. Ashton always worked better alone, and he was determined to make the most of his own wit and strength. He didn't need help, he didn't need anyone else to drag him down. Angels had began running rampant since the disappearance of their Father, and he wasn't going to lower himself to such pathetic standards. Pulling himself to his thoughts, Ashton stood outside a motel - Blossom Valley, a building painted in a sickly shade of green and so run down Ashton couldn't help but wonder how even the most downtrod and weak would consider staying here. Looking around to ensure he was alone, Ashton approached the building, sensing the power radiating from the room he'd seen the twins sink into.
    April 13th, 2019 at 12:56am
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    Elea offered a weak smile in response as she took the bottle. “Thanks,” she murmured quietly, though she peered towards the door for what felt like the thousandth time, chewing on her lip. She tapped her leg anxiously and she tried hard not to worry about what the time was. “It’s been a while since we last saw them,” she admitted, “I wonder how much they’ve changed.” She hadn’t seen the Winchesters since her and her boyfriend had broken up - and she knew it was the same for Holly. Their boyfriends had all but used them as bait, and Elea had gotten tired of it. And, now, they were waiting for the Winchesters and a part of her could only think about the fact that she was now single. Moreover, she knew that the fact that she was single now meant that she didn’t have to feel guilty about her attraction to Dean. Clearing her throat to rid her mind of the thought, she looked to Holly. “Nervous, honestly. But also just… Ready to learn, you know?” She shrugged slightly. “What about you?”

    Sam stared down at his phone as he was keeping an eye on the directions it was leading them in. “Yeah, we’re still going in the right direction,” he assured with a nod, though his thoughts easily drifted to Holly. It felt like forever since he’d last seen her - her boyfriend had never liked him. Not that Sam liked him, either, but he knew that, the last time they’d had a run in with Holly and her boyfriend, Sam and the man had gotten into an argument about the dangers he put Holly in. Sam couldn’t just stand around and keep his opinion to himself when the man’s actions could have gotten Holly killed. His heart twisted painfully, sinking with the thought of a world without Holly in it, but he shifted in hopes of trying to focus on something else. “We should be there within about ten minutes, we just gotta keep following this road.” He nodded ahead, but his heart thumped nervously in the chest with the realization that he’d be seeing Holly in ten minutes, but his mind strayed to why the girls had called him and Dean for help. He frowned slightly. “You think they’re okay?”

    Averi stared down at the angels as she walked around them, but she knelt down to get a better look at them. Once this was over, she made a mental note to swing back around to grab their angel blades, but she looked to Allison when she heard her words and she nodded slightly. “Means we’re closer than we’ve ever been to these assholes,” she muttered quietly before she stood up, retrieving her own demon blade, twisting it to where she had a comfortable hold on it. They’d gotten lucky this time, to be there so soon after something like this happened, and she was certain the demons were still there, hanging around, relishing in their kills. She just hoped their luck continued, that this game would finally end. “It will be,” she promised, staring around, though she frowned deeply when she heard voices echo and, looking in the direction she’d heard one, she thought for a moment before she looked to Allison. “I’ll go this way, you go that way.” She motioned in the direction the other voice had come from before she wandered further into the warehouse.

    Calum brushed himself off, rolling his eyes, because the angels hadn’t even been a challenge. How could they be? The angels thought they could kill the sons of Lilith and Lucifer? It was laughable, really! Of course, the angels had no idea, but that just made the kills so much more fun. He blinked when he felt Luke grab his jacket and, arching a brow, he turned to look at Luke with curiosity before his ears registered the sounds of voices - and, immediately, a smirk formed on his features, spreading broadly on his face, because he recognized those voices. “Well, imagine that,” he muttered, arching a brow as he tilted his head. The game with the hunters was so much more fun than fighting angels. They were only humans, of course, but that was what made it so much more fun - they ran on survival instincts, whereas angels were just so damn focused on killing. Still, he nodded. “Got it.” Moving, he made his way towards the left, treading carefully, light on his feet as he traveled further into the left side of the warehouse, smirking to himself. “If you can find us, that is,” he called out when he heard Luke’s voice filtering through the warehouse, “Might be your last chance - who knows, we may be getting bored of this game.”

    Carys scrubbed at her face as she sat down on the bed, slipping her own backpack off. “What the hell is going on?” she asked quietly, looking to her sister in concern. The voices never seemed to stop, at least lately. And, when the voices were angry, pain came with the words, and it made it so hard to focus. And, after the run in with those men and women with blades, the voices had felt louder than ever, her ears nearly ringing. “Who were those people?” she asked, looking up at her sister, “Or were they, I dunno, in our minds or something? Some kind of shared hallucination? There’s no way people would be carrying weapons like those out in public, right?” Chewing on her lip anxiously, she ducked her head. “They seemed to actually want to hurt us, Catrin, what the hell was that about?” A part of her worried that they wanted more than to hurt them, though - especially since they’d seemed so determined. But, it couldn’t have been real, right?

    Michael smirked as he walked, reaching for the maid’s master key card as he passed by her without her noticing. He’d been tracking the power that emanated from the two girls, and the fact that they were so close now meant that he had to act. There was no way he could just pass up this opportunity. He knew there would be plenty of demons who would want something as dangerous as Nephilim dead, but he also knew how much the angels wanted them dead more. And, if the angels were that terrified of the power the Nephilim had, it was only the smart choice to try to get that power on the demons’ side - and he knew plenty of demons who agreed, including Crowley. He just needed to get there before any angels could. Stopping at the room the power was coming from, he inserted the key card and opened the door, walking in, though he held his hands up when he saw the girls. “I’m here to help,” he told them quickly, “Before you try to kick me out, you might wanna hear me out before people show up to kill you.” And, he tried to pretend to be normal for now - these girls had grown up thinking they were human, he had to approach this carefully. As he examined them, though, his gaze fell more on one specific twin, something about her making a warmth spread through his veins, and he couldn’t quite tear his gaze away from her - and, for some reason, he didn’t want to. “I’m here to help, love.”
    April 14th, 2019 at 01:42pm
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    Holly shifted in her seat, nursing the cold glass bottle between the warmth of her palms, grateful for the contrast in temperature. Offering a weak smile in response to Elea's gratitude, Holly followed her friend's gaze to the door and exhaled nervously, nodding in agreement to Elea's words. "It's been a while," she repeated, hoping that she would see Sam Winchester cross the threshold at any moment, surprised at how much she wanted to see him, just to see what really had changed. "Sam's hair has probably gotten longer." Holly grinned to Elea, and although she had gone through her own changes - by dumping her idiot ex boyfriend - Holly was keen to find out if she and Sam could still share the same old friendship they'd always had; the lingering hugs and the barely there touches. Biting her lip at the thought, Holly remembered the last time she'd seen Sam, how he and Norman had argued over Norman's reckless behaviour. As Elea cleared her throat, Holly pulled herself from her thoughts. "Yeah, me too." She nodded, taking a sip of her beer.

    Dean nodded with Sam's intruction, and he couldn't help but to apply a little more pressure to the acceleration, eager to see Elea again. It had been a while since he'd seen her last, and it felt like a lifetime. Dean had an attraction to Elea, one that he couldn't really deny, and one that he wanted to indulge, but the last time Dean had saw the beauty, she was with that idiot of a boyfriend who kept Elea around out of convenience, not love. Fingers tightening around the steering wheel with the thought, Dean frowned, trying to force his thoughts to Elea - just Elea. "I wonder if they've changed much." Dean spoke after a long moment, wanting to keep the conversation light, even though his heart pounded against his ribs, ready to break free from it's cage at the thought of seeing Elea again. Something about the girl was just so right, and Dean wanted to relish in it, even if he did have to remain subtle with her idiot boyfriend around. Dean just couldn't wait to see Elea's face, wrap his arms around her and keep her safe, how she belonged. "I think they're just fine." Dean nodded, trying to convince himself of that. The phone call had come randomly, and it worried Dean - Elea wouldn't call if it wasn't an emergency. "And if they're not, we can fix it." And he would. He'd give his soul for Elea.

    Allison looked over her shoulder as she listened to Averi's words, nodding. "I can't wait to just get my hands on one of them." And she meant it. The demons had lead the girls on a cat and mouse chase, and damn it, it was time for it to end, once and for all. Stepping further away from the entrance, further into the dim light, Allison paused as she heard voices, heading in opposite directions, as if the filthy vermin knew that the game was coming to a close, so they had to make it count. "Fuck." She muttered, looking to Averi. Hearing her instructions, Allison nodded, keeping her footsteps light as she treaded carefully into the left wing of the warehouse. The taunting words of whichever of the two she was pursuing was enough to make Allison more determined. "Demons don't get bored, asshole." Allison called out, and hearing Averi's footsteps in the opposite direction begin to fade, Allison felt the anticipation grow within her. "Your kind are sick, you just want to set us up to fail." Gripping tightly onto her demon blade, Allison turned a corner, looking over her shoulder as once again, she got the feeling of being watched.

    Luke treaded carefully, ensuring the sound of his footsteps didn't immediately give away his location within the right wing of the long abandoned building. Whistling a sarcastic little tune, Luke smirked as he heard Calum call from the opposite end of the building. "Aren't you bored of this game, girls?" Luke taunted, hands still stuffed casually into his pockets, shoulders slumped in something that could only resemble boredom - but the chase had been the opposite of boring. Luke had a thrill, running from determined little humans, so pathetically weak that it was almost laughable. They may have been the children of Adam and Eve, but he was the son of Lucifer and Lilith, and they were far more powerful than any human, wrapped in tender skin and brittle bone ever could be, and it was laughable. But what was admirable, admittedly, was that after all the humans he'd come across in his millenia of experience, these two were, by far, the closest humanity had ever been, to reach out and touch him, the prince of demon kind. "The constant running must be so exhausting." Luke rolled his eyes, his voice teasing. "Surely you want some rest. We can make it easy for you, you know." Luke bit his lip, smile broadening despite himself. "We can just kill you now and get it over with - how does that sound?" Although, Luke paused when he felt a presence - a different kind of presence - manifest itself within the walls, and Luke wondered where it would go. "Tick, tock."

    Cat listened to her sister, pushing her hair from her face in a lame attempt to calm down. It had all been so overwhelming. One thing seemed to happen after another, and the sisters were unsure of what to do next, which direction they should step in that wouldn't end with them face down in a pool of their own blood in an alley - although Cat doubted those people with blades followed them, they seemed to have disappeared as quickly as they came. "I don't know, Carys, I really don't." Cat sat beside her sister. "I'm beginning to lose track of what's real." Cat muttered, but surely they couldn't imagined the same group of people, each carrying a blade, ready to go beyond harming, out to kill. Digging her nails into her palm with the thought, Cat looked up as the door to the bedroom opened, and she stood up, ready to react if she needed to. "Here to help?" Cat blinked, studying the handsome stranger as he held his hands up in defence. Narrowing her eyes slightly, Cat glared at the man. "What the hell do you even know? And don't call me love, fucker, I'm not your love, you hear me?"

    Ashton smoothed out the front of his blazer, and he smoothed back his dyed red curls, ensuring he looked as professional as possible. Slipping his angel blade from his sleeve in one swift motion, Ashton approached the room that seemed to glow an almost burning white with the power the twins shared, the power that they didn't know they possessed - a power that, if used by the wrong hands, was dangerous, not just to demon kind, or angel kind, but to human kind, the ones that his Father wanted to protect the most. Feeling jealousy burn in the pit of his stomach with the thought, Ashton's brows furrowed in confusion when he saw the door slightly ajar. Frowning, Ashton quickened his pace, pushing the door open and tensing when he saw a figure, holding his arms up. "Michael," Ashton greeted with a roll of his eyes. Looking to the sisters, Ashton's hazel eyes narrowed a little, as if trying to suss them out, but when his gaze fell to the beauty that sat on the edge of the bed, he felt his heart seize in his chest in a way that he couldn't quite explain. He'd known love once, and once only, and he was certain this was how it started. Frowning, Ashton tried to push back the thought: he couldn't let this distract him, not now. He'd come so far. "I'll get to you two in a moment." Ashton spoke, looking to the demon with annoyance. "Just what do you think you're doing?" Ashton frowned. "I spared you the last time we had a run in, but trust me when I say that in this instance, I won't hesitate to kill you." Ashton lifted the angel blade, the poor light shining against the tip. "Now step aside."
    April 15th, 2019 at 01:24am
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    Elea toyed with her bottle for a few moments, watching the door still, but she nodded slightly when she heard Holly speak and she offered a smile as she peered over. “It feels like it’s been too long,” she admitted quietly, chewing on her lip before she ducked her head, not wanting to admit that, for as long as she’d known Dean, she found herself craving his presence - even when she’d been with her ex. Clearing her throat with the thought, she shifted, leaning forward, and offered an amused look. “You think so? Maybe he’s sporting a man bun by now.” She laughed with the thought but, even then, her mind didn’t wander far from Dean and she chewed on her lip, wondering what, if anything at all, had changed about him. His presence always put her at ease - and, the closer he was to her, the more comfort he brought her. But it wasn’t just comfort he gave her, it was bravery, too. She found herself having more faith in herself, in her abilities, whenever Dean was around, and she’d never felt that with anybody else - she’d never felt that sort of confidence. “God, I wish they’d hurry.”

    Sam listened quietly to Dean, but he wasn’t sure how convinced he was. Of course, he hoped that Dean was right, but in this life, in their line of work, there really was no telling in the end - at least not until they got there and saw the girls for themselves. And, really, every fiber in him was aching to see Holly, to make sure that she was okay, and it was a feeling he was familiar with when it came to the girl. Even when they worked together, he had often found himself worrying more about her than focusing on the case. And, when he was away from her, it was even worse, and he never mentioned it, never brought it up around Dean, but he was sure that Dean noticed, too. “Wouldn’t that be something?” he joked lightly in return to Dean’s words, “I can’t imagine Holly being any different from how she is.” But, he knew there was one thing he’d want to change - who her boyfriend was. She deserved so much better. Still, as he listened, he nodded slightly. “Of course we can. And we will.” He was certain of that, determined to do whatever it would take to protect or help Holly. When he spotted a bar up ahead, he shifted, leaning forward. “I think that’s it.” The realization that he might not be too far from seeing Holly suddenly flashed through his mind, and he swallowed hard, anxious but excited, eager to see her again after all this time.

    Calum couldn’t help but to chuckle as he leaned against a wall, listening intently to what the hunter nearest him was saying, and he could admit that he admired her determination - even if that determination was rooted in her trying to kill him. The thought made him grin to himself. “Well, if you’re set up to fail, why bother even trying?” he called easily in response, “You could just lay down your life right now. I mean, let’s be honest, you’re already practically doing that, challenging us.” And his smirk broadened with the thought, though he could admit, to himself at least, that he’d enjoyed this game while it had lasted. His smirk fell, though, when a presence he recognized all too well began filling the building. Scoffing, he pushed off the wall and moved to approach the girl - why did angels have to ruin all of his fun? He didn’t trust them not to completely ruin his mood; in all honesty, he expected them to kill the human he’d been having so much fun toying with. And, just as the thought slipped through his mind, he saw an angel appear behind Allison - and, seeing the woman herself made his heart skip a beat, though he’d never admit to that, either - and he rushed over, slamming the angel’s angel blade into its chest. “Come now, was showing up now really necessary?” And, as the angel began to light up, he quickly turned, shielding the human from the sight.

    Averi rolled her eyes as she listened to the demon speak. “I’m starting to think that you just love to hear yourself talk,” she called back easily, carefully making her way through the building, following the voice, focusing on it. She slowed her movement, though, when she thought she heard noise and, her brows furrowing, she peered around the area tentatively, hesitating before she began walking again. Settling her gaze back ahead, she snorted quietly. “So sure that you’re going to kill us?” she asked, tilting her head, “And yet, you’re hiding. So, are you playing this game for fun or is it because you’re actually scared?” She doubted it. She doubted demons felt any emotion at all. But, perhaps if she could taunt him enough, she could rile him up enough to get him to act - and, then, she could properly kill the damn thing. The sooner she and Allison finished this, the sooner they could get back to real cases, rather than dealing with demons who only wanted to cause problems. “What’s the rush? I doubt any demon is in a rush for anything, usually.”

    Michael kept his hands raised as he watched the girl who’d been standing, admittedly entranced by her, unable to really tear his gaze away from her. “Would you prefer ‘sweetheart’?” he asked, arching a brow, smirking as he took her in. “Or perhaps you’re more for the term ‘gorgeous’? Just say the word, I’ll call you whatever you like.” But, he shrugged, then, still watching her. “But, regardless, I am here to help.” And, as if on cue, he heard the door open again and he scoffed, rolling his eyes at the sight of Ashton. “In fact, this guy here?” He motioned over to Ashton, looking back at Cat. “Is here for the opposite reason - he’s here to hurt you two girls. Actually, to kill you. Because you two happen to be very special.” His hands still held up, he faced one more towards Ashton to silence him. “Ashton, don’t interrupt me, yeah? I’m a little busy here, why don’t you run along instead of trying to follow through with whatever duties you were assigned when it comes to these two? You can easily say you simply lost track of them.” His focus still on Cat, he watched her still. “So, what do you say? You want my help or not?”

    Carys listened quietly to her sister, nodding slowly, because she knew exactly how her sister felt. Everything felt so wrong, and she found herself questioning everything she saw and heard - and, really, she hated it more than she could put into words. Before she could say anything, though, some guy had walked in and, while Cat was reacting to him, to his presence, another man walked in and Carys paused in surprise as she stared at him. She convinced herself, for the moment, that he was just another illusion, because nobody as attractive as him could possibly exist. But, then, when she caught sight of the blade he held, it made sense - he wasn’t perfect, he was there to kill them. “Cat,” she quickly said, standing and grabbing Cat’s hand to pull her sister closer to herself, though her gaze remained on the blade. “Look, whatever this is about, we didn’t do anything, so how about you just put that… That thing, whatever it is, away? Please?” And, for a moment, she lifted her gaze, watching the man who held the blade, willing herself to watch for any signs that he’d come at them rather than getting lost in him.
    June 6th, 2019 at 09:25am
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    Dean's nimble fingers tightened around the steering wheel to his beloved Impala in some kind of anxious tick, knowing that it wasn't long before he was, once again, back in Elea's presence. It really had felt like a life time ago since he'd last seen her, and Dean was eager to end that particular drought. "We will." Dean repeated Sam's words quietly, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, because he knew that, as long as Elea was concerned, he'd go to Hell and back for her - what was another trip down that rabbit hole, anyway? Dean would go to that damned place one hundred times if it guaranteed Elea's safety. "That's it?" And suddenly, Dean's knuckles were turning white from how hard he was gripping to that stupid steering wheel, and taking the turning into the parking lot, Dean found a spot for the Impala to rest, having travelled quite a distance. Pulling the key from the ignition, Dean looked up at the ghastly neon sign of the bar, heart thumping in his chest with the simple knowledge that Elea was just past those doors. "C'mon." Dean murmured, pushing open his door and stepping into the crisp air, grateful for the open space. Feeling the gravel beneath his feet, the eldest of the Winchester brothers took a deep breath. God, he was so ready for this - to see Elea again. Pulling open the door that led to the bar, Dean's eyes scanned the environment, seeking out one thing: and when he found it, found her; Dean was sure his heart was ready to burst forth from his chest. "Well, well," Dean smirked as he approached the girls, eyes not leaving Elea, not once, her presence practically bringing his dark world back into the light. "Look what we have here, a flashback." He teased.

    Holly laughed with Elea's words, ducking her head slightly, her fingers tugging at the damp label of the beer bottle. "Dean would kill him if ever dared put his hair into a bun." Holly couldn't contain her smile as it took over, the thought of the scenario amusing to her, realising just how much she'd missed Sam - Hell, she even missed Dean, and Cas, but her thoughts and heart belonged purely to Sam, and Holly had no qualms in admitting it. Successfully tugging the label from the bottle, Holly's gaze fell to the door once more. "It's gonna feel like old times again, huh? Fighting the good fight with them." Holly looked to Elea with the thought, unable to ignore how the world had so much to thank Sam and Dean for, and knowing she got to fight alongside them was the highest honour any hunter could ever ask for - whether or not they knew so.

    Luke smirked with the human's words, although keeping a track of the angelic grace he could feel - there was more than just one, he could feel it. "Oh, sweetheart, why wouldn't I?" He retaliated with confidence, and he was having fun, there was no way he was going to let some silly harp players ruin all that now - but the one thing that truly annoyed Luke, was that he could listen to this human speak all day, certain he would never tire of the sound of her voice. "Well, it's kill or be killed, isn't it?" And feeling the angelic grace drawing closer, Luke frowned, knowing his own words were truer than she would ever know. Turning in his trajector to make his way towards the sound of her voice, Luke smirked as he came face to face with the woman he'd been taunting for so long, and damn, she was gorgeous. "Forgive me for this, darling, but let's cease the crossfire for now, shall we?" And grabbing Averi's wrist, Luke pulled her to stand behind him just as an angel, the biggest brats of them all, appeared just centimeters from where Averi had stood. "Why are you lot so keen on ruining our fun?" Luke asked with a roll of clear blue eyes, grabbing the angel blade that the winged idiot held, twirling it in his hand with an expert sort of grace and plunging it through the angel's chest. As light began to fill the small space, Luke turned to Averi, pulling her to him so she wouldn't be blinded, unsure of why he would even protect her, but wanting to, because there was something about her - from her hunting skills to her beauty, that had Luke completely fascinated and enamoured.

    Allison rolled her eyes as the cocky demeanour of Calum's words, knowing she was close by the way his voice was louder, his words were clear, and she was determined for victory. "Because I don't quit, I've waited too long for this to back out now." And as confident as Allison tried to sound, her own resolve was almost broken when she was sure she could feel a presence behind her, almost surrounding her. Feeling a chill dance down her back, Allison was quick to turn around and focus, wanting to end this game once and for all - but what she hadn't anticipated was Calum finding her first, and what she definitely hadn't anticipated was him being gorgeous. Feeling a presence behind her, Allison paused, panic setting in deep within her chest. But when the one she'd been chasing for months, the one she was determined to kill, the one that had her running every which way saved her damn life, Allison dropped her blade, hearing nothing but a clunk of metal as it fell to the ground, almost gripping to Calum's shirt as he shielded her.

    Ashton's jaw clenched as he listened to Michael's words, knowing that some sort of spanner would be thrown into the words, it was just far too typical that it was Michael Clifford, possibly the most annoying demon to exist. "Michael, hush yourself. I'm here on strict business, you're here for Hell's personal gain." Ashton spoke with annoyance, his body language stiff, almost impossible to read. As his gaze fell back onto Carys, he could feel his grace shudder, as if encouraging him to get closer to her - but damn it, he couldn't, he knew the punishment if he failed this mission. "Now step back, before I kill you alongside them, there would be one less demon to worry about." Ashton grabbed Michael's wrist then, dragging him backwards and shoving him to the other side of the room with a strength that could be described as supernatural. Turning to look at the girls - who weren't even aware of what they were - Ashton exhaled, running a hand through his dyed red curls. "I'm sorry, but this is something I have to do. I have to kill you, for the greater good of humanity. If you two live, there will be dangerous consequences." Hearing Carys' words, Ashton tried his hardest not to relish in the sound, not to get too comfortable. Castiel was the perfect example of why an angel shouldn't get comfortable. "I can't do that. You know nothing about this, do you?" Ashton frowned, gripping his blade tightly.

    Cat rolled her eyes as she heard the one called Michael's teasing. "I'd prefer to break your jaw if you called me any of those." Cat warned quietly, but when her gaze fell to Ashton, Cat couldn't help but feel the fear in her chest bubble up to the surface, wondering how these two knew each other and just how the hell it was possible that Michael knew what was going on. "Demon?" Cat repeated, following Carys' lead as her sister pulled her backwards, and she couldn't help but ensure that her sister was safe, above all else. But when Michael was so easily thrown across the room, Cat couldn't help but to watch, wondering if he was okay. "Why the hell would you do that?!" Cat frowned at Ashton.
    June 6th, 2019 at 12:06pm
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    Elea offered an amused look as she listened to Holly and she nodded along to her friends. “You’re probably right about that,” she admitted with amusement, unable to help but laugh, and she leaned back in her seat, grinning as she listened to him. “It’ll be good to be with them again.” She chewed on her lip with the thought, breathing out anxiously, because she wanted to see Dean again, she wanted to be near him, she wanted him to be there. And, almost as if her innermost thoughts and desires called out to him, she heard Dean’s voice from behind her, and her heart swelled and raced as she sat up, turning to look at them. “Dean!” Grinning, she couldn’t help but climb out of her seat to quickly move over to hug him tightly. “God, you have no idea how happy I am to see you.” And, she was sure she shouldn’t be so obvious, but Dean never picked up on the signs she knew she gave off, anyway, so she didn’t worry about it.

    Sam hadn’t wasted a moment before he climbed out of the car to follow Dean inside quickly, his gaze wildly searching for Holly, needing to see her, needing to know that she was safe and okay and unharmed, because she was such an important person in his life and he couldn’t imagine how broken he would be if he lost her. When his gaze settled on her, his heart rested, but didn’t calm, his heart racing with the sight of her, but it was because of a whole different reason aside from concern. No, this was because he was so overwhelmingly in love with her and so damn happy to see her. Quickly following Dean, he could feel a grin spreading across his features as they drew closer, and he wanted nothing more than to hear her voice, to hold her in his arms, but when they got to the table, all he could do was stare at her for a few long moments. “Miss us?” he asked teasingly once he was able to speak and he arched a brow as he watched her, “What trouble did you go and get yourself into this time?”

    Averi had rolled her eyes as she listened to the creature speak, though she hadn’t bothered to respond. Maybe it would have been better to say something in return, to keep him talking so that she could figure out where he was, but if she spoke, then he knew where she was, and she wasn’t willing to lose again. Before she could really register what was happening, though, she was suddenly pulled behind somebody - the very creature she was hunting, she realized, - and she found herself surprised when an angel appeared near them. “What the hell -” she’d started, but she’d suddenly felt herself drawn into Luke’s hold and, despite herself, she buried her face against him, closing her eyes tightly, and she wasn’t entirely sure that she was wholly convinced that it was because of the bright light emanating from the angel upon the angel’s death.

    Calum held Allison close to himself, waiting for the light that came from the wretched angel to abate, to disappear, and even when it did, he didn’t release his hold on her, finding it difficult to. A part of him wanted to hold her there in his arms forever, wanted to never let her go, something in him driven to just want her - in more ways than one, he could admit, but only to himself. His brows pulled together with the realization, and he tried not to think about it too much as he pulled back a bit to look down at her. “You alright, love?” he asked, his voice abnormally gentle, and he knew he really shouldn’t be this damn worried about a human, much less a hunter who had been hunting him for months. But something about her affected him in ways that he wasn’t familiar with, and it made him grow curious about her, made him wonder just why this girl affected him so easily and so much. “Sorry you got put in the middle of that. Those pesky angels have been trying to attack us left and right.” He snorted, scoffing. “As if they ever stand a chance.”

    Michael scoffed lowly as he listened to Ashton and he rolled his eyes slightly. “You wouldn’t be able to make me shut up if you tried - you don’t have the balls to do much of anything,” he taunted, mostly trying to keep Ashton’s attention on him so that he would leave the girls alone. If they got away, he could track them down later, get them somewhere safe, away from this pathetic angel. Looking over when he heard Cat, he grinned slightly. “I’ll explain another time, when we’re not dealing with an angel who wants you dead. For now, sit tight, love.” He winked teasingly, unable to help himself, swearing that she was the most incredible thing he’d ever come across, but he couldn’t indulge those thoughts for now. When Ashton shoved him into the wall, though, he grunted with the contact. “Oi, no need to be so violent. You’re scaring these girls enough, don’t you think?” He scoffed, rubbing his back, but shook his head. “Leave them be, lapdog.”

    Carys shook her head slowly as she tried to wrap her mind around all of this. Why was all of this happening? Why was this man trying to kill them? She swallowed hard, but yelped when Ashton slammed Michael into the wall, jumping slightly as she backed up, afraid as she watched Ashton with wide eyes. “What are you even talking about?” she asked quietly, trying to force herself to comprehend all of this, to understand it, through her panic, but she couldn’t understand any of it, none of it was making any sense, and it sent further panic through her. “Please, just stop! You don’t have to kill anybody, just leave us alone, please, we haven’t done anything wrong!” She sniffled quietly, her eyes watering, and some part of her tried to be brave and she quickly stepped in front of Cat, moving to block her sister, but approached the angel, hesitantly reaching out to grab his hand that held the blade, hoping that there was some kindness in him. “Please just let us go…”
    March 9th, 2020 at 09:48am
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    Dean grinned as Elea hugged him tightly, and returning the gesture, Dean wrapped his arms around her middle, pulling her against him with no hesitation, but it was Elea. She had always been something so incredible, and Dean had missed her far too much to not take advantage of the opportunity to hold her as close as he could without interference. "Hey trouble." Dean murmured into Elea's hair with a soft smile, always knowing he could trust Elea to see the softer side of him. "I've missed you." He promised quietly, rubbing reassuring circles into her back as he tightened his hold, just a little bit. The fact she was happy to see him warmed Dean's heart in a way he couldn't quite explain - she carried his heart with her wherever she went, and seeing her again felt like home. Pulling away slightly with the thought, Dean studied Elea with a soft smile. "What have you done this time?" Dean teased. "I hope it's not another witch." He teased. "He totally had a crush on you."

    Holly lifted her gaze quickly as she heard the familiar comfort that was the voice of Sam Winchester, and laughing, she nodded; standing to her feet. "A little too much." She teased as she approached him, wrapping her arms around his neck as she stood on the tips of her toes, burying her face into his neck. The smell of Sam's cologne was something Holly had always enjoyed, but after a long time away from the man she truly loved, she could admit to herself that it was just what she needed to ease the tension that had been building up within at the thought of hunting. "I've missed you so much, Sammy." Holly whispered into his skin, her eyes closed as she relaxed. Staying there for a long moment, almost afraid to let go, Holly pulled away with a coy grin. "When have you ever known us to not get into any sort of trouble?"

    Luke tightened his hold on Averi, burying his face into her hair as the angel screamed in agony, leaving nothing left but an imprint of wings burned onto the warehouse floor, a pathetic shell of what was once a human left splayed across the floor, a deep wound imprinted into their chest. As the light that took over the warehouse began to dissolve around them, Luke took a moment to ensure that the dramatic ordeal was over before gently loosening his hold on the beauty, admiring her for a long moment. "Are you okay?" Luke asked quietly, studying her for a long moment before looking over his shoulder, knowing that danger could make itself present at any moment - and he wasn't his own priority, Averi and her safety was his priority. "You're not the only one hunting me, you know." He chuckled, reaching to brush a stray strand of hair behind her ear, trying his hardest to be delicate, in case he broke her. "You know..." Luke started, a teasing smirk on his lips. "You could say thank you by letting me get away alive." He teased, although his heart ached with the thought of parting from her. "You could be my partner in crime, you certainly have skill."

    Allison, as the white light from the angel finally began to dim in the closed in surroundings, pulled away from Calum as he finally loosened his grip on her, taking a deep breath to calm herself - although, she hadn't noticed how he seemed to hold onto her for just a little bit longer than he should of for what he was. "I think so," Allison nodded, hands trembling. "Are you okay?" She asked, studying him for any signs of injury that he would be too proud to admit to her that he had; although when her eyes met his face, Allison was taken aback for a long moment, because this was the man - the very gorgeous man, with caramel skin and coffee eyes - she had been hunting. "Angels? What're they after?" Allison frowned, ignoring his apology because she had put herself in the middle of all that. "You think we should call it even? You saved my life, I spare yours - plus, I got a spare angel blade if you want."

    Cat's eyes widened as Carys stood in front of her. "No, Carys!" Cat debated, pulling her sister back by the wrist gently, firmly holding her hand. "If anything happens, we go through it together." She looked at her sister with determination, but as Carys reached out for the man, begging for their lives, Cat looked to Michael, not quite trusting the whole situation. "What's a nephilim, and why is he a lapdog?" She asked him quietly, keeping her distance. As a ringing in her ears began when a bright light emitted from the man in the suit, Cat flinched, holding her hands over her ears. "Carys!" Although Cat was certain her sister would struggle to hear over the noise that was high enough to break windows.

    Ashton blinked Carys blocked the way of her sister, and although he understood her desperation, he had to do what was right. As he studied her, heard her sniffling, Ashton softened for a moment, but gripped onto his blade tighter as she reached out to him, and as much as Ashton wanted to take her into his arms, to wrap his wings around her and reassure her that she would be fine despite the blood running through her veins, he couldn't bring himself to fall deeper under her spell by allowing her to touch him. Taking a step back, Ashton ducked his head, considering the option of letting them go, just this once, and losing Michael in the process. "Fine," Ashton lifted his gaze, hazel eyes narrowed. "But be warned, nephilim, if I run into you again, I will not hesitate. And he," He nodded towards Michael then. "Will not be here to interfere." And with an exhale and a bright flash of white light, he was gone.
    April 10th, 2020 at 08:17pm