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@dearprey    ( … )      absolutely   / awful /.     [      a   grin   settled   on   her   lips,   rolling   her   eyes   playfully   as   she   leaned   back   against   the   mahogany   of   the   bar.     ]      I’m   pretty   sure   that   what   you   just   did   doesn’t   count   as   flirting.   did   you   see   her   face ?   you   know   what ?   I’m   totally   being   your   wingwoman.   it’s   decided. 
              
            

terrible?!    [ he clicks his tongue softly,  shaking his head as if she’s the dramatic one.  he straightens a little,  rolling his shoulders back as if posture alone can rewrite history.  there’s the faintest flush creeping up his neck — subtle,  but there —  and he absolutely refuses to acknowledge it. ]    you’re just not used to me stepping outside my comfort zone—-   [ his mouth twitches,  fighting a grin. ]     

@dearprey    ( … )     “wasn’t   so   bad” ?   who   are   you   and   what   have   you   done   with   benjamin   walsh ?   [     the   nephilim   coughed,   shaking   her   head   in   disbelief   as   she   stared   at   him.     ]      that   was   / terrible /.  

@dearprey    ( … )     don’t   look   at   me   like   that.    [     she   muttered   bitterly,   shaking   her   head,   this   time   not   bothering   to   attempt   to   move   away   when   he   stepped   forward.   callie   glanced   over   at   him,   knuckles   practically   white   under   the   grip   she   had   on   the   bottle.     ]       everyone   lies   to   me.   they   think   it’s   to   “protect   me”,   but   it’s   just   to   protect   them-damn-selves.     [      she   whispered   under   her   breath   still,   really,   not   making   much   sense,   her   foot   tapping   insistingly   on   the   floor.     ]      I   can’t   trust   anyone.   not   really.   I   keep   thinking   I   know   who   and   what   I   am…   and   then   / bam /…   it   all   comes   falling   apart   again. 

[ the smell alone told him enough.  his eyes watch her carefully,  then the bottle.  he takes a step .. then another,  calm—-  too calm.  a soft exhale and his arms cross against his chest,  a natural pose for him.  there’s two ways he decides he could go.  he chooses the latter. ]    what are you talking about,  callie?  

@dearprey    ( … )     [      an   erratic   scoff   combined   with   a   laugh   left   her   lips   as   she   shook   her   head,   keeping   the   neck   of   the   bottle   of   vodka   tightly   in   her   grip.   moving   away   from   him,   callie   pulled   the   bottle   up   to   her   mouth   once   more,   taking   a   swig,   though   from   the   looks   of   things,   she’d   already   drank   too   much.      ]       it   doesn’t   matter.   none   of   it   does.    

@FLANNELHUNTER    ( … )     [       she   shot   him   a   look   as   if   to   say   “/ really /?”,   before   she   pulled   her   hand   away   from   her   neck.      ]      it’ll   heal. 

@angelichunts  if its a scratch let me see it? 

@FLANNELHUNTER    ( … )     it’s   just   a   scratch.     [       the   huntress   muttered,   grimacing   slightly   as   she   pressed   her   palm   to   the   side   of   her   neck.     ]      I   fucking   hate   vampires. 

@idoits-    ( … )      [      he   had   always   called   her   that,   and   somehow,   over   the   years,   it   had   stuck.       ]      oh,   I   know.     [     her   eyes   rolled   playfully.      ]      now,   what   the   hell   are   you   doing   in   these   parts ? 

@angelichunts
            
            *he chuckled as he put her into an embrace too* sorry I forgot. I mean it when I call you that. I aint being a dick to you when I call you that. And its good to see you too 

@idoits-   ( … )     christ—    how   many   times   have   I   told   you   to   stop   calling   me   that ?     [     callie   mused,   but   nevertheless,   her   arm   wrapped   around   his   shoulders,   pulling   him   into   an   embrace.     ]     it’s   good   to   see   you   bobby. 

@angelichunts im not drunk! *he said as he heard what that pug said it talked* 

@FLANNELHUNTER    ( … )    and   I’m   a   freakin’   pineapple.    [      she   retorted   sarcastically,   rolling   her   eyes   as   she   snapped   her   fingers   in   front   of   his   face.     ]    you’re   / wasted /. 

@wiccaanways    ( … )      huh.   well — if   that’s   what   I’ve   supposedly   been   doing,   then   I’m   clearly   doing   a   pretty   lousy   job   of   it.      [      the   winchester   huntress   muttered   the   words   under   her   breath,   already   recognising   that   voice   the   moment   it   cut   through   the   quiet   night.   she   shut   her   car   door   with   a   dull   thud,   pulse   still   settling   from   the   way   he’d   materialised   out   of   absolutely   nowhere   in   the   middle   of   the   road.   instinct   had   taken   over;   her   foot   had   slammed   the   brake   before   her   brain   caught   up.     ]     blinking   into   existence   in   front   of   my   car   was   / fucking   stupid /,   by   the   way.     [     callie   added,   folding   her   arms   over   her   chest   as   her   eyes   narrowed.      ]     I   haven’t   been   avoiding   you.   I   just   haven’t   actively   sought   you   out.   there’s   a   difference.   if   you   wanted   to   talk,   you   could’ve   tried   something   a   little   less   dramatic   than   playing   supernatural   roadkill.

@dearprey    ( … )     limping   is   still   walking,   smartass.     [      the   nephilim   let   out   a   breathy   chuckle,   the   corners   of   her   mouth   curling   up   in   genuine   amusement.   her   eyes   wandered   across   the   wall.   it   was…   nice,   seeing   the   beaming   smiles   of   his   family,   his   pack.   it   was   times   like   this   that   she   wished   she   had   grown   up   with   sam   and   dean   because    although   she’d   go   to   hell   and   back   for   them   (   and   vice   versa   ),   she   never   had   the   same   bond   as   they   did   with   one   other.      ]       hell,   if   I   could   get   a   perfume   that   deterred   my   supernatural   essence,   I   would.     [      she   mused,   hissing   through   clenched   teeth   as   he   lowered   her   carefully   onto   the   edge   of   the   bed.      ]       cas   is   trying   to   find   a   way   to   at   least   dull   it.   apparently,   nephilims   are   practically   extinct,   so   my   luck   is   about   zero   to   none. 
            
            /     LOVE   YOUUUUU   < 33

l͟i͟m͟p̲,  you mean.  there stairs are too much for you right now.   [ he states evenly,  no harshness or sarcasm to it.  instead,  he smiles slightly in response to her reaction.  halfway up now. ]    yes.  consider it hot water tax.   [ he says playfully,  nodding once.  in the back of his mind,  he’s lecturing her,  telling her how she needs to be more careful—-  how she should’ve taken backup with her.  but he doesn’t.  he knows better,  especially with her.  they reach the top of the stairs and makes his way to the master bedroom.  the walls are decorated with pictures of his family,  julia and suki included. ]   it’s good you ended it.  you should really get something to mask it.  a charm or something—-  anything.  this is bad enough.  
            
            /   i’m blushing rn  <33  you’re the sweetest EVERRR i love your writing sm as well it’s soooo good 

@dearprey   ( … )    [       despite   her   teasing,   the   nephilim   couldn’t   help   but   be   startled   as   she   suddenly   no   longer   felt   her   feet   against   the   floor.   her   grip   instinctively   tightened   around   his   shoulder   as   he   lifted   her,   teeth   clenching   into   a   hiss   as   her   free   hand   pressed   against   the   gash.       ]       you   realise   I   was   joking,   right ?   I   can   walk.      [       callie   let   out   a   strained   laugh,   though   she   didn’t   have   the   energy   to   squirm   out   of   his   grasp.   she   sucked   in   a   breath.      ]      is   an   explanation   required   for   me   to   take   that   beautiful   hot   shower ?     [       the   winchester   woman   questioned,   before   grimacing,   eyes   briefly   closing.      ]       ran   into   a   high-tier   demon,   by   complete   coincidence.   he   could   smell   what   I   was   instantly   and   — argh —   he   got   a   good   fight   in   before   I   sent   his   sorry   ass   back   to   hell. 
            
            /    girl,   if   that   was   half-assed,   you’re   a   FRICKIN’   good   writer   because   I   still   thought   it   was   amazing   lmao

   safety  versus  covering  more  ground.  ill  take  safety  anyday,  alright.ᐣ  please  don't  fight  me  on  this  ill  let  us  split  up  some  other  hunt.  i  have  a  really  bad  feeling  in  my  stomach  and  you  gotta  trust  me,  alright.ᐣ
            
            @angelichunts 

@driverpicksthemusic    ( … )     we’ll   cover   more   ground   more   quickly   if   we   split   up,   y’know ?      [     her   lips   pressed   into   a   thin   line,   as   if   contemplating   his   words,   before   she   let   herself   give   a   quiet   nod,   eyes   softening.      ]     fine.   happy ? 

  yeah  well  /  sis  /  maybe  you  should  start.  all  i  know  is  that  whatever's  in  here  is  violent.  we  don't  split  and  we  stick  together.  do  you  understand.ᐣ  this  is  non-negotiable.
            
            @angelichunts 

@angelichunts/; gimme here ! And on @copyninjahunters and on @FLANNELHUNTER and on @DEMONSBLOODS 

@angelichunts //

/ <3

[ slowly,  julia nods as she listens to the other.  her leg crosses over the other as she sits up straight in her seat. ]    what are these dreams about?  and what makes you think they’re not just dreams anymore?  

@eadimidium    ( … )     [       callie   glanced   over   at   her,   a   small   grim   smile   forming   on   her   features.   an   exhale   escaped   her   as   she   twisted   one   of   the   many   rings   on   her   fingers.      ]      kind   of.    I   keep   having   these   dreams.   at   first,   I   thought   they   were   nothing,   but   now   I’m   not   so   sure. 

and i’m pretty sure it’s n͟o͟t͟ nothing.    [ the dhampir notes,  a knowing expression being sent her way. ]    is it your brothers?