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.
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