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    woah tommo! (100)

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    The devil in my brain,
    whispering my name,
    I can hear it sayin' 'ah, ah, ah'
    I can ease the pain,
    just a little taste, babe
    and you won't let go of your hold on me

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    Dean Winchester x Lyla Sharp x hunter
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    Sam Winchester x Maura Sven x hunter
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    Luke Hemmings x Rozalia Preda x human
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    Michael Clifford x Crystal Corbyn x human
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    Ashton Irwin x Edena Rose x angel
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    Calum Hood x Vivian Nelson x human
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    David Lassiter x Amaryllis 'Amy' Morse x human
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    Cillian Murphy x Natalia 'Nat' Roberts x hunter
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    Harry Styles x Valeria Conta x hunter
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    Louis Tomlinson x Grace Deaton x angel
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    November 26th, 2019 at 09:05pm
  • woah tommo!

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    Dean could feel himself stirring, and exhaling gently, he shifted, wrapping his arm around Lyla's waist, nuzzling his face into her shoulder. The chill of the bunker was drowned out by the warmth Lyla provided, and he couldn't help but just let the moment linger, because moving now would mean parting from Lyla, parting from the comfort she provided, the comfort Dean denied. She was nothing more than a friend that he sometimes had sex with, and that was it. But with the threat of Abaddon looming over humanity, Lyla was doing Dean a favour without even realising it, acting as a stress reliever for him, for when he wanted to fall into bed with her and forget each of his troubles. Frowning as Abaddon crossed his mind once more, Dean exhaled. "Lyla," he murmured into her skin. "Lyla, you awake?" He could make breakfast, think of a way to get Abaddon under control, find a way to find that damn blade. "We got work to do, c'mon."

    Maura pressed a button on the coffee maker as she rested her free hand on her swollen belly, knowing sooner or later, she'd have to tell Sam about the life growing within her, a life they'd created together out of love. Maura had managed to hide it for this long, using sweatshirts and Sam's t-shirts as cover ups, passing her morning sickness for some sort of flu, and trying to make all sorts of excuses to avoid getting intimate with her long term boyfriend. But their baby was growing, and Maura knew she couldn't hide anymore. She'd have to tell him. Taking her cup from the coffee maker, Maura took a sip, her hands wrapped around the warm mug, and her thoughts wondered to Sam, how he'd react, and how they'd figure things out. Sighing, Maura treaded to the War Room, sitting on a chair by the world map, trying to calm her nerves.

    Luke whistled a tune as he made his way to the middle of the crossroads, hands buried into the pockets of his leather jacket, dirty blond curls tied into a top knot. The road was quiet, and the sound of the gravel beneath his boots seemed to be the only thing to break the eery silence. "Well, well," Luke called as she came into view, the foolish human, a girl, who had summoned him in the first place. "Indulge me, sweetheart, I'm curious." Luke moved past her, and he caught the smell of her perfume, and he found himself wanting to commit the scent to memory; and when he turned to face her, his cocky demeanour almost evaporated into the countryside around them. He couldn't falter, not now, not ever. Recomposing himself quickly, Luke came to a halt in front of the beauty, studying her silently for a long moment, a smirk playing at his lips. "What could possibly be the reason that you want to hand your soul over to me?" Raising his eyebrows, almost mockingly, Luke rolled his eyes. "Don't tell me it's a boy, gorgeous. They aren't worth shit." Luke hummed out in feigned thought. "Family troubles? I'm all ears, baby." And Luke's smirk grew to a grin, because when she made her deal, he would get to kiss her.

    Crystal exhaled as she opened her eyes, and she was surprised to feel that Michael was still beside her, snoring softly as he slept. After one of their nights of passion, of exchanged breaths and gasps, Michael usually left before Crystal woke up, and he'd only return to her when he needed her, and the cycle would continue. Sitting up slowly, Crystal ran a hand through her hair, being careful not to wake Michael as she slipped out of her bed - he had left her to wake alone before, surely it wouldn't hurt if the role was reversed, just this once. Treading to the bathroom, Crystal turned on the faucet to splash onto her face, wanting to feel alert before she had to begin getting ready for work; but all thoughts of responsibility left her mind when she looked to the mirror, seeing a flurry of lovebites against the side of her neck, leading to her collarbones. Tutting, Crystal turned quickly on her heel, picking up a discarded t-shirt to hit Michael with. " God dammit Michael, I told you not to do this, you fucker!" Crystal frowned, hitting him once more with the shirt, although almost amused.

    Ashton sat at the booth in the cheapest diner he could find, his chin resting in the palm of his hand as his eyes flickered up to Edena's face. "So, what, we're dealing with some kind of rogue demon that's just..." Ashton's nose scrunched up as he went over the dirty details once more in his mind. "Randomly killing innocent old people that haven't made any kind of deal?" Once Ashton had processed the severity of the case, he let out a low whistle, sitting back against the uncomfortable cushion of the booth seat. "That's messed up." And admittedly, kind of interesting. Ashton had done his research (per Edena's request), and he'd made sure none of the victims had made any deals with any demon before their deaths, but having been to one of the crime scenes, the wounds didn't look like they were done by a hell hound, either. There was one decapitation, another had their heart ripped from their chest, and Ashton couldn't help but wonder what demon had decided to rebel. "Edena, we're out of our league, why did we take Sam and Dean's advice?" Ashton reached over to rest his hand over Edena's, and although the two were from different worlds, Ashton could quietly admit he was fond of the angel sat opposite him. Looking around quickly, Ashton pulled his hand away, knowing if he spotted any familiar faces, he'd have a problem on his hands, and word would get back to Crowley. "What're we gonna do?"

    Vivian held her breath as she treaded carefully, quietly, into the warehouse. It had to be now or never, and she'd finally managed to corner that demon into the warehouse that she'd managed to protect with the relevant symbols in ink invisible to the naked eye. The place was large, the ceiling was tall, but Vivian remained determined to succeed. "I'm not quitting, you know." She called, pulling her demon blade from it's sheath, twirling it expertly between her fingers. "So you might as well just give up before this cat and mouse game goes too damn far." Vivian slammed the door shut behind her, knowing he'd hear it. She could feel the adrenaline course through her veins as the thought of facing the man she'd dreamed of for so long brought a shudder of satisfaction down her spine. She'd been pursuing this bastard, and now it would all come to an end, and she would win. "I'll take it easy on you, doll." Vivian treaded further into the warehouse, staying on guard.

    David had never expected himself to fall in love, let alone find a human that had captured him in the best way. He'd never expected that he'd hold Amy in his arms at night, his face buried into her hair as they slept peacefully within each other's company, and he'd certainly never expected that he'd have to keep his love for Amy a secret, because if she was found by his family, if she was found by any other supernatural force, or the rival family that David had tried to unite with his own, she would be killed, and David could never allow anyone to harm her - he'd kill them before they tried. Standing shirtless in Amy's kitchen, David frowned with the thought of Amy being harmed, and he took his anger out on the pancake mix he was stirring. Despite being a shapeshifter, David had pretended to be human for so long, and cooking was a skill he happened to pick up effortlessly, and she deserved a surprise before he left for the day, something about business that he had to attend to - he hadn't quite been paying attention. Humanity was so blissfully unaware of the danger that loomed over them, and that was a reason why he could never tell Amy. He was trying to fix it all so she could be safe, so they could be together with no consequence. He never wanted her to fear him, or anything bigger than him. Humming to himself, David poured some mix into the frying pan, concentrating.

    Nat paced in the dirt of the crossroads, waiting with baited breath for the demon who was the first to hear her plea. It was pathetic, that she had to resort to the very thing she spent so long fighting, living the life of a hunter since she was sixteen, taught by her father before her. Exhaling heavily, Nat pushed her hair from her face, wondering what was taking so fucking long. Kicking the dirt in frustration, Nat looked to her mustang, wondering if she should just leave and forgot that she ever tried to do this. Groaning in annoyance, Nat felt tears of anger burn in the back of her eyes, and she sat against a tree, closing her eyes and mentally screaming at whatever shit head was going to take her case. "C'mon!"

    Harry knew pride was a sin, but he was already the meaning of the word, so he wasn't concerned. He decided, instead, to allow his pride to engulf him as he weaved through bodies of people on some American street, and he was certain he'd lost that damn hunter. She'd been on his heels for so long, and as entertaining as Harry had found the chase, he was sure that it wouldn't be long before the trail he was leaving grew cold, and she would be left clueless once more. Harry had only caught sight of her twice, and he could admit to himself that she was gorgeous, and that fact only made the chase much more fun. Smirking with the thought, dimples etched onto his cheeks, Harry ducked down an alleyway, whistling an obnoxious tune as he stuffed his hands into the pockets of his jeans. "Oh my, my." Harry snickered to himself, pausing in his path and listening carefully, wondering if she would step from a shadow and prove to him that she was worthy of catching him. "Looks like I'm free at last." He laughed, turning to look at the entrance. People were walking back and forth, in their idiotic routines, and once again, he was off the radar.

    Grace smiled as she caught sight of Louis, and she stepped forward, wrapping her arms around his shirtless form from behind, her cheek against his back. "Oi," she greeted quietly, just being in her lover's arms enough to ease her. "You're up early." Grace murmured, pressing a kiss to Louis' shoulder blade, reluctant to pull away from him as he shaved in the bathroom mirror. "Up for a shower?" And with her skin against his, Grace felt her wings twitch happily. She'd chosen not to involve herself with other angels, and that decision had been her best, because it had led her to Louis.
    November 28th, 2019 at 11:23pm
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    never sleep. (100)

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    Lyla knew it was a bad idea to be attached to anybody, but especially to another hunter, and especially to a Winchester. The family was practically cursed. Regardless of how deeply her emotions flowed through her, she knew that it would hurt if something happened to Dean again. Being intimate with him was just as bad of an idea, because it gave her a chance to know him in ways that she wouldn’t otherwise be familiar with, and she knew it would inevitably cause her to feel something more for him than she should. She really should break it off by now, but any time she even thought about it, she just ended up falling back into bed with him. Dean’s voice broke through her thoughts - she’d been awake for a while, just thinking, her mind wandering and acknowledging that this was a mistake even though she knew it wouldn’t stop. “Hm?” she murmured eventually, peering over her shoulder at him, “Yeah, I’m awake. Just waiting on you, old man.” She smirked, reaching to pry his arm away from her so that she could get up and get dressed.

    Sam found himself surprised when he woke up without Maura being in his arms, the absence made more prominent when he realized that her side of the bed had already lost its warmth. His brows furrowed as he climbed off the bed, and the first place he checked was the bathroom. He’d noticed how often she had gotten ill lately and he figured that was more than likely where she was but, when he walked in and saw that she wasn’t there, he realized his assumption was wrong. Tugging on his shirt, he made his way out of his room to go search the bunker for her - there were so many places she could be hiding, after all: the garage, the library, the War Room, the kitchen, hell, she could even be visiting Dean and Lyla. When he spotted her in the War Room, though, his heart settled in his chest, and he breathed out, the tension he was beginning to feel dissipating as quickly as it had begun to appear and make itself known. “There you are,” he murmured as he made his way over, offering a smile as he stood behind the chair she was sitting in and leaned down to press a kiss to the top of her head. “You’re up early. You alright?”

    Rozalia had come to her last resort - and, honestly, she wasn’t even sure if she believed in this whole ‘make a deal with a demon’ thing, she’d just found it as an option online when she’d been desperately searching for a way to save her father. He was all she had left in her life, and he was deathly ill, and she wasn’t ready to lose him; she wasn’t ready to be alone in the world. This was her only option left and she could only hope that it was real, that it would work. She paused when she heard a voice and she peered over at the owner of the voice, shocked to find somebody so… Unnaturally gorgeous. She’d half expected something grotesque, disgusting, but instead, he looked as human as she was. As she listened to him, though, she could feel her heart sinking a bit, wishing that this wasn’t such a joke to him, but what could she expect? “My dad,” she said eventually, her voice quiet, nearly breaking, and she cleared her throat, looking away from him, because she was half certain that she’d start crying if she talked too much. “He’s, uh… Really bad sick… And I don’t want to lose him.”

    Michael, as usual, had enjoyed every moment of the night before with Crystal, finding it so easy to fall into bed with her when he was bored or when he just wanted to feel their bodies move in perfect sync with one another. And, as per usual, he’d taken any opportunity he could to get under Crystal’s skin in the process - an action proven by the fact that he was now being yelled at to the point that Crystal’s voice and the hits he received from the shirt caused him to wake up, a broad grin spreading across his face because he already knew what he’d done to be facing Crystal’s wrath. Opening his eyes, he peered over at her, his grin broadening as he spotted his handiwork before it settled into a proud smirk. “Couldn’t help it, love,” he chimed easily, chuckling quietly, “Your neck was so inviting last night, what did you expect?” And, he could still remember every breath exchanged between them, every moan, every single noise of pleasure the two shared, so who could blame him for leaving his marks over her skin? Smirking with the thought, he sat up, running a hand through his hair. “As I remember, you enjoyed the attention.”

    Edena listened quietly to Ashton as he spoke, her eyes never really lifting from the papers in the file, her eyes searching for anything that would tell them anything more than they’d already figured out. “That’s what it sounds like, at least,” she muttered quietly before a sigh escaped her lips as she grew more and more frustrated with the situation. “Do you know any demons who would do something like that?” Her gaze went to Ashton, then, and she couldn’t help but watch him, taking him in. The last thing she should be doing is work with a demon, but she trusted Ashton more than she even trusted herself. “Doubt Crowley’s gonna be happy to hear that one of his demons has gone rogue.” She huffed quietly, though her thoughts came to a hault when she felt Ashton’s hand on hers and, despite everything, she felt something entirely soothing and comforting emanating from the touch, and her eyes watched him before he’d pulled his hand back. Clearing her throat, she straightened and scrubbed a hand over her face. “I guess all we can do is fill in the Winchesters.”

    Calum could feel a smirk tugging at his lips as he listened to the hunter speak as he wandered further into the warehouse. He’d already discovered that she’d trapped it, but that was fine - he’d been in tighter spots than this. “Now, why would I want you to quit?” he called out easily, his smirk turning a little more amused than he expected, “That would take all the fun out of it.” Moving further in, he heard the door slam and he smirked. Good. He knew where she was now. Moving to lean against a wall, he just listened to her and waited patiently, eager to see the hunter, eager to continue this game, but also admitting to himself that, from the few times he’d caught sight of the hunter, he certainly wouldn’t complain if he got taken down by such a beauty. But, dammit, it sure would be fun to tempt her first, to enjoy her body as much as he could - the thought had an eager shudder running through him, his smirk turning to a broad grin. “Come now, you and I both know that this cat and mouse game will go too far either way - you want me dead, and I want to hear you moaning my name.” He had no reason to hide that, after all.

    Amaryllis had quietly spoken on the phone with a local clinic, having made an appointment with them for the day, because she hadn’t been feeling that well lately. She’d been dizzy and nauseous and she’d missed her latest period, so she was pretty sure she knew what it was, but she wanted to get it confirmed first before mentioning it to David at all - and she knew he’d be busy later today, so hopefully she’d have the news by the time he came back. A part of her was honestly a little excited with the thought of having a baby with David, but the other part was uncertain, nervous, because she wasn’t sure how David would feel about it. Thanking the lady on the phone once she got her appointment set, she stood up and tugged on David’s discarded shirt before she made her way to the kitchen. When she spotted David cooking, she smiled slightly and she watched him for a moment, admiring him before she made her way over and slid her arms around him from behind, burying her face into his back. “Morning, babe,” she murmured quietly, “You’re up early.”

    Cillian breathed out a sigh when he felt somebody summoning a crossroads demon at the crossroads - one that he was in general control of. It didn’t surprise him too much, but he did wish that humans would give their deals a break. What could be so important that they’d be willing to sell their souls? Usually, it was something selfish - fame, money, notoriety. But, on rare occasions, it was something far more justifiable - to save somebody they loved, to bring somebody back to life, so on and so forth. He idly wondered what it would be this time and, when he arrived at the crossroads and spotted a girl who looked and sounded rather frustrated and upset, he arched a brow, curious to what could make a human this angry. “Well, aren’t you a peachy customer?” he asked casually as he approached, watching her, and he was pretty sure he recognized her. Not from any previous meetings, but from hearing about ridiculous human hunters who thought they were at the top of the food chain. “Now, tell me, what is it that a hunter would call up a crossroads demon for?”

    Valeria had been tracking this damn demon for ages - it would be worth it in the end, though, once she killed it and rid it of this world. She’d stayed back, not getting too close but not being too far away either. As long as she could get it alone, she could get rid of it, she was certain. When she was wary that it had spotted her, she’d made sure to duck in crowds or in small shops, a part of her hoping that it would throw it off its guard, maybe even convince it that it had won. When she was sure that it wasn’t suspicious, she began following it again and only barely spotted it duck into an alley. As she drew closer, though, she heard it talking proudly about being free and she scoffed as she entered the alley, arching a brow. “Do you always underestimate those who hunt you?” she asked before raising her crossbow and shot a few bolts at him; it had been small enough that she could conceal it in her jacket - and it wouldn’t normally cause much concern for a demon, but she’d freshly dipped her bolts into holy water, soaked them, so it was sure to hurt, both while going in and if the demon pulled them out. “I thought you’d be smarter.”

    All Louis had found himself thinking about the whole morning was Grace - she occupied his mind in all sorts of ways that it was almost crazy. As a demon, he’d never expected to fall so damn hard for anybody, but especially not for an angel; she was pure and he was tainted, they were on complete opposite sides of the spectrum, but she meant so damn much to him that he couldn’t help but want to enjoy every moment of it, never wanting to lose the feeling she gave him. She made him feel good and happy, and he’d never thought such a thing was possible for a demon, but there was just something so special about Grace, and he knew he could never thank her enough for her very existence, much less for her presence in his life. Startled from his thoughts when he felt Grace’s arms around him, he peered at her and offered a small grin as he set his razor down once he finished shaving, and he cleaned his face up before he turned to face her fully, resting his hands on her hips to pull her close to himself. “Now, how could I ever possibly turn down such an offer?” he asked easily, leaning to brush his lips against hers, “I’m all in.” And, he was - in more ways than one, because he just wanted to be with her.
    April 3rd, 2020 at 03:07am
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    Dean felt instantly awake when Lyla shot the old man comment at him, and as he reached for her, he huffed when he felt nothing but an empty space, and shifting to sit up, he rolled his eyes playfully, unable to stop himself from letting Lyla be the only one to see this side of him - the side that was completely unguarded. "You weren't callin' me an old man last night." He teased. Watching Lyla as she moved to get dressed, Dean felt his heart swell with something other than fondness within his chest, and he could admit to himself that she was a god damned vision in the mornings, and always. He knew that falling in love wasn't what suited the Winchester bloodline, something was always bound to go disastrously wrong, but Dean couldn't stop it. Lyla was the one person Dean was willing to make an exception for, and although he had to stand back and wait on the sidelines while he gathered his thoughts, he knew that he'd have to tell her eventually, because the threat that was hovering over them was greater than anything he'd ever known, and he'd never forgive himself if Lyla got hurt in the crossfire because of his selfish need. "You want breakfast?" Dean offered as he stood to his feet, throwing on a basic t-shirt and a pair of jeans.

    Maura was pulled from her thoughts when she heard the sound of Sam's voice - husky and heavy with sleep - and she couldn't help the small smile that tugged at the corners of her lips. "Here I am," she promised, placing the mug she was nursing down. Feeling Sam's presence, so warm and comforting, behind her, Maura peered up. "I'm okay." She nodded. "I'm sorry if I worried you, sweetheart." Standing to her feet, Maura took Sam's hands within her own, reaching to press a soft kiss to his lips, wondering if there was ever going to be a moment that felt right to tell him about the life growing inside of her, wondering if it was better to let him discover it by himself. "I couldn't fall back asleep," - fucking morning sickness - "and you looked so peaceful." She pouted slightly, looking to him with nothing but adoration.

    Luke softened slightly as his little human play thing spoke, and he was certain he could hear the pain behind her words, her voice heavy with tears that she hadn't shed yet, and Luke wondered if he could tell her to find another demon to take her case, because this one hit just a little too close to home. "What's wrong with him?" Luke asked, trying to disguise the sympathy in his voice, not wanting to appear weak in front of a girl - this girl in particular had him feeling some sort of way, a way he hadn't felt in a long time. "You do realise..." Luke spoke softly then, blue eyes peering at the beauty before him, clearly out of her depth and terrified. "That he'd be losing you instead, if you sealed the deal." Luke frowned, realising he couldn't let that happen. He thought for a moment, before straightening up once again, biting his lip. "I'll tell you what, sweet thing. I'll grant your Dad full health, on the condition that you come with me tomorrow night. We can think of your repayment then. I have a meeting with my boss - Crowley - and having a pretty little thing like you on my arm would certainly be beneficial." Luke stepped closer carefully, boot prints left behind in the dirt in his wake. "But you gotta kiss me."

    Crystal climbed onto the bed, legs on either side of Michael's hips, as she hit him with the t-shirt multiple times, before throwing it onto the floor, clearly irritated. "I can't believe you!" The brunette huffed, and when she saw his proud smirk, heard his words that were so egotistical she could of exploded with annoyance, she debated for a moment if smothering him with a pillow would work. "You're so lucky I don't pour salt down your throat right now," Crystal warned, slapping his chest as she climbed off the bed. "I have to go to work like this!" And the sex was so fucking worth it, but damn it, Crystal was unsure if she had time to cover the marks with makeup, something she'd had to do before - but not to this extent. "You're such a pig." Crystal huffed as Michael continued to speak, and turning away from him, Crystal grabbed her makeup bag, her work uniform hung up on a hanger that rested on the door frame. "You need to go soon."

    Ashton nodded as Edena sighed, understanding the frustration she must of been feeling. It was different for Ashton, he could find leads on the inside, he had an advantage. "Not really..." He bit his lip as Edena looked to him, his hazel eyes softening in guilt that he wasn't much help at that moment. Focusing on Edena, Ashton exhaled, resting his chin in the palm of his hand to stop himself from taking her hand within his own again. "It has to be a demon with some sort of higher power doing this," Ashton supplied easily. "But it's not Crowley, and I don't know who else to narrow it down to, Lilith's been gone for years." He rolled his eyes. "And Lucifer is far too flamboyant to let things like this happen. He'd be classy about it." Ashton smirked. Snorting with laughter about Edena's comment about Crowley, Ashton took a sip of his drink, licking over his lips. "I don't think Crowley's ever happy about anything. His crown is at risk, he knows that." Ashton saw the worry behind Edena's eyes, and no matter how the beauty tried to disguise it, Ashton had known her long enough to see right through her attempts. "Hey... we got this." Ashton promised. "We can talk to Sam and Dean, see what they think."

    Vivian scoffed at the demon's words, treading carefully through the warehouse. "You're sick." She frowned; trying to remind herself that this was a demon, his whole kind was sick, twisted, desperate to pull anyone's leg to get their own way - although she could admit to herself, he was ruggedly handsome, an impressive jawline to match eyes the colour of coffee, and lips that were certainly enticing; she wouldn't mind having a quick little fling with him. Shuddering with need a little with the thought of his large hands all over her, Vivian was quick to push the thought from her mind, pausing as she saw Calum leaned against the wall. "What, so you're not running away anymore?" She smirked, wondering if she was finally about to win. Staying still, Vivian eyed Calum carefully. "You know... if you want me so bad, you can come and get me." She spoke, shrugging off her jacket and allowing it to pool to the floor. "I'm sick of chasing. One time couldn't hurt, and hey, if you're good... then we'll call it even." She winked.

    David smiled softly as he felt a pair of arms wrapping around his middle from behind, and just the scent of Amy's perfume held the power to relax him in a way he found so natural - everything was better with Amy around. "Good morning, you." David hummed, turning within her embrace to press a kiss to her forehead, his arms enveloping her; pulling her to his chest where he knew she was safe, protected from all the evil that threatened her. "I am," he laughed. "But so are you." He chimed, nuzzling into her hair, the familiar smell of her shampoo so intoxicating that David swore he could ride the high all day. "Business to attend to." He rolled his eyes, pulling away reluctantly to return to the pancakes, wanting them to be cooked perfectly. "You hungry? I thought I'd cook something before I left so you could have a little more rest, I know you haven't been feeling great these past few days..." David looked to Amy with worried eyes, biting his lip as he studied her, and once he'd seen there wasn't a single scratched splayed out on her perfect skin, he willed himself to calm down. "If you're up for it, I can pick up some food on the way home?"

    Nat felt herself tense as she heard a smooth Irish accent approach her, and she could only assume one thing: this was the fucker she was dealing with. "I'm not in the mood to deal with some of your rotten sarcasm tonight, I'll shove a damn peach up your ass if you're not careful." She warned, voice low, heavy with tears that she refused to cry in front of a demon. Scrubbing a hand across her face, Nat sat on the hood of her car, finally able to catch sight of the thing that taunted her; and if he wasn't the epitome of sin, she would almost call him handsome. A smile that could bring any woman to her knees, and blue eyes that resembled the damn sky. How did the most handsome ones become Crowley's little cronies? Exhaling, Nat frowned. "It's... it's my sister." Nat tensed even further, not wanting to explain, but knowing she had to. "She had a transplant, she's not doing so good..." Nat blinked away tears. "Her heart is giving out on her, and this is where you come in."

    Harry let out a laugh as he heard the voice of the huntress who seemed to be so ready to finally wipe the face of the earth from his existence, but he'd be damned if he'd give up without a fight - and as her bolts, clearly soaked with holy water, dug into his skin, Harry only smirked, doing well to hide the agony he was in. "I only underestimate you, darling." Harry promised, digging out the first bolt and throwing it to Valeria's feet. "Can't we make love, not war?" Harry lifted his eyebrows, a smirk toying with the corners of his lips. "And you have to give me some credit, I've outrun you for this long... at least I give you credit in calling you quite skilled in your trade." Harry pulled out the second bolt then, unable to stop himself flinching with the sting it caused. Fucking holy water... the girl was smart, he could give her that, too. "But tell me, sweetheart, what exactly have I done wrong other than exist?" Harry lifted his eyebrows, treading carefully towards Valeria as he grabbed her crossbow, throwing it to the floor. "Do you have my criminal record? Any proof that I've been up to no good? Or is it just because I have a dark soul?"

    Grace hummed happily as she cupped Louis' face within her hands. "Silky smooth, sweetheart." She grinned, running her thumbs across the apples of his cheeks, reaching on her tip toes to press a sweet kiss to his lips, wanting nothing more than to shower him in all the love she held for him. Of course, in the eyes of heaven, in the eyes of hell, their relationship was nothing more than a sin, but Grace would allow herself to be called the biggest sinner if it meant she could spend a lifetime in Louis' arms, feeling his love in return. As Louis pulled her closer, Grace followed his lead without question, smiling against his lips. "I love you so bloody much." Grace promised, her nose bumping against his with adoration, and as Grace peered up at him, she wrapped her arms around his neck. "Mm, doesn't it sound like a good idea?" She grinned. "But cuddling would be a good idea too."
    April 3rd, 2020 at 07:32pm