In the time since Neal's return, Jo's kept to herself. Both his and Peter's return to life has left her with entirely too many questions, and entirely too many feelings that she isn't ready to fully face. So she secludes herself in her cabin, and spends entirely too much time out hunting, usually spending days at a time out deep in the woods. She ( Read more... )

The night of the full moon is unusually warm after the recent winter weather, and those who follow the sound of music floating through the woods, the path lined by fairy lights, will find that it only grows warmer the further they go. By the time they reach the Carnival, there's no snow on the ground at all - only lush, newly-grown grass and ( Read more... )

Spencer Reid is not one who actively goes looking for trouble. Unfortunately, like a certain boy wizard, it ends up finding him inevitably. Such is the case when you track serial killers for a living. Things eventually go wrong ( Read more... )

Alec is bored.

Not that that isn't relatively easy to do, but he decided to stick around the castle tonight, and he's already considering that a bit of a mistake. The people that he's crashing with? Not really the social types. Not that Alec should really care, but they all did sell their souls to their fairy overlords. You'd think that they'd ( Read more... )

Chuck didn't wake up here. No. There was no tender climb to consciousness as if emerging from just another sleep, with the unappreciated comfort of starting this reality adjustment in some normal, easily processed way. No. He was still standing, talking on the phone when the walls started melting, when He felt the fabric of reality unravel around ( Read more... )

In the morning, Neal is at the bar. He's not a huge drinker - yes, he enjoys good wine, and yes, he'll do beer when it's in Peter's company, but aside from the occasional high-end bar this isn't really his scene ( Read more... )

Things had only gotten worse since that awkward day when Dean had confronted Sam about drinking Ruby's blood.  If things had felt strained beforehand, now they felt, well... non-existent.  Sam had been hoping Dean would at least contact him to lecture him, as much as he didn't want to hear it.  Having Dean just wash his hands of him entirely, as if ( Read more... )

Murphy stands out in front of the barracks' open gates, turning Fidelacchius over in her hands as she looks out at the woods. She's just finished putting out a call to potential first responders - and yelling at certain parties for being massive fricking idiots. Now all that's left is to wait until people show up. If they show up ( Read more... )

Castiel hasn't been in the wood long, but he already finds this place very strange ( Read more... )

[in reference to this: odd-call]

[It wasn't exactly the best plan, but considering the rest of the place seemed to up and vanish -population-wise- overnight, she wasn't really looking to be the last survivor of these damn woods. Tucking away the hex bag might have been easier than her usual option of burning it, but considering she wasn't sure if ( Read more... )