_{alatumangelus:}

      “I am sure that we can make time. You are damaged, Sam. You will not tell your brother and you will not tell me? Why?”

_{{ ♟ }  ❝ Of course i’m damaged, Cas. My brother was in Hell
              until a  couple  of  months ago, and I thought he was
              gonna be stuck there.  For good. So yeah, of  course
              I’m damaged.    But that doesn’t mean I’m not gonna
              keep going. He’s back now, and so am I. ❞}

          _{[  Damaged. Castiel doesn’t know the half of it.   For one
              sickening moment, he imagines telling   everything —-
              the  b l o o d , ruby, his mind powers —-     but then he
              pictures Dean’s face, disappointed and untrusting, and
              Sam keeps his mouth shut.  ]}

ferociousfreckles:

                    ^{“What? I can’t give my little brother a hug?”}

_{{ ♟ }         ❝ do you feel okay? ❞}

ferociousfreckles:

                    ^{“That’s right Sammy. Accept the love.”}

   _{{ ♟ }             ❝ … - — dean. what the hell, man? ❞}

diisgyn:

+1

          ”Sam. It’s.. nice to see you again.”

          _{❝ ….. anna. ❞}

  _{[ okay, so it’s not the most  h o s p i t a b l e  of greetings, but - to be fair - she did try to kill him the last time they met ]} 

                     _{❝  i thought you were dead. ❞}

alatumangelus:

+ rexpuerilis

❝Is everything alright, Sam? You do not look well.❞

               _{❝ i’m  f i n e , cas. i just… didn’t get much sleep last night. ❞}

     _{[ which, he figures, is at least partially true. ]}

justanemptymeatsuit:

          _{“Since when have I ever expressed an enjoyment for salad?”}

_{She was complaining, but she still appreciated the gesture.
           She just wasn’t going to admit it.}

    _{he raises an eyebrow, watching her amusedly.}

               _{❝ you know, you sound just like dean. ❞}

sixdollardropout:

  _{There’s nothing too interesting on the news, nothing that’d really catch the eye of a normal viewer. But as a trained hunter, it’s easy for Dean to pick up on the potential case material. In big bold letters, the banner on the bottom of the screen flashes the current news as a reporter’s speaking live from the scene of a murder. Pictures appear on the screen, which are the only things that really spark his interest. One in particular shows a nice shot of the suspect, and would you look at that— his eyes flash silver, just like a shifter’s would.}

              _{❝Looks like I just found our next case.❞}

    _{it’s times like these when sam is especially grateful for technology. without television and cameras and high-tech equipment, he thinks that hunting must’ve been a  n i g h t m a r e . it still is a nightmare, but it’s a hell of a lot easier than it used to be.} 

        _{a flash of silver catches sam’s attention, and he watches the program for a moment before turning to grin at dean.}

                  _{❝ i’ll start packing. ❞}

justanemptymeatsuit:

_{“You bought me salad for Christmas, that’s what.”}

                 _{❝ oh come on, it’s not like i had a lot of options. ❞}

     _{besides, sam thought the salad was good. it had  c r a n b e r r i e s .}

justanemptymeatsuit:

_{❝ —- w h a t ? ❞}

schonenherbst:

{❦} She’s been sitting at the bar for what feels like hours, though it’s probably only been about half an hour at the most. The glass she’s rolling between her hands in boredom is her first one after all, though it is almost time for a refill. It’s brought to her lips once more as she finishes it off, giving the bartender a smile as she taps her glass for a refill.

         This was probably one of the most boring bars she has ever had the misfortune of wandering into, but it had booze so she was content to sit and drink until she was numb enough to go home and face her father. Perhaps he would be sleeping already.

           The redhead was so lost in her thoughts that she barely even noticed that the seat beside her was occupied until he spoke to her. A smile tugged at her lips as she faced him, nodding in agreement.

       ”I was almost positive this place was closed before I walked in. But it looks like every place in town is just as deserted. Maybe it’s some sort of religious holiday I don’t know about? Or maybe this town is just really boring— no offense if you live here.” 

      _{so far, sam’s taking the general state of the bar with a grain of salt. sure, it’s a bit empty for what he’d consider normal, but maybe people just aren’t into the whole drinking thing here. he and dean have seen quite a big variety of places through their travels, and in some areas, the churches were more populated than the local pub. this town doesn’t seem like that kind of place, but he’s been wrong before.}

                    _{besides, the general quiet of the bar means he can talk with the pretty redhead next to him.} 

    _{❝ no, no, i’m just traveling through. i wonder why everything’s so  e m p t y … ❞}

          _{he chuckles, cocking his head to the side. hm. if everywhere in the town is deserted, then it’s probably something related to the case. but what would cause a whole town to just up and leave?}

                                                              _{❝ —- you know anyone who lives in town? ❞}

                _{sam sips at his beer, raising his eyebrows and waiting for her response. he hopes she’ll be able to give him something  —- anything. otherwise he’ll leave here with a stomach full of alcohol and an eyeful of a pretty girl and nothing to bring back to dean.}