[He'd given Sam a Hunter's wake. Taken care of the young man he saw as his son. His own brother was too lost to grief, swamped in blaming himself for his death, failure to protect Sam.
[Bobby flicks on the light to Dean's room. Kid had been too quiet.]
[Last night he'd made a last ditch attempt at getting Sam back. Not that he'd been successful. He hadn't been able to go to the burning - he couldn't think of it as a funeral, hunters or not. That's what it was. Bobby burnt Sam, it doesn't matter how they dressed it up.
the smeel of the smoke choked him and churned his stomach from here. That, or it was the guilt. Maybe he couldn't smell it at all, just thought he could - the guilt being the real reason his gut was restlessly turning.
Or it could simply be that he's nearing the final stretch of a second whiskey bottle.
He didn't look up from what he'd been doing in the dark - removing and sliding the clip back into his pistol. His mind stumbled over what he had to do. This was the best way - quick, easy, near-impossible to fuck up. couldn't do any of this without Sam.
He had been hoping bobby would be out of the way longer so he wouldn't have found out beforehand.] On the floor, finishin' m'drink.
[The young girl wasn't sure what to do...the man that she couldn't help but see as her surrogate daddy was really really hurt. She wasn't sure how much time he had left, but she wouldn't let him go alone...she owed him more than that.
Kneeling beside him, Angel fought back tears as she took off her jacket and pressed it to the wound in his side, the same way that Max had taught her to.] ...Dean?
oh this is just mean..junkyard_hunterApril 6 2012, 15:37:47 UTC
[A flex of his hand around the gun. No. Not again. He can't. He can't do it again. Not to her. Bobby tries to smile, stroke her forehead.] It'll be okay, babe.
[She covers his hand with her cold one, brings it down to rest on her cheek. She gives him a loving smile. They had their ups and downs, but she'd always known that he loved her. When she'd been trapped in her own mind, she'd deeply regretted the fight they'd had deeply, wished that she could have said something- anything- else before she'd been possessed.
Now this. She could feel it creeping in at the edges. she wasn't supposed to be here, but she would be forever greatful that she got the chance to at least set things a little right. She hated that he had to do this again but she didn't want anyone else, honestly.]
Stay with me. Just a little while longer. Please, Karen. [There's no real hope behind those words. Bobby knew this was going to happen the moment Karen walked back into the house they'd shared. The house where he'd carried her over the threshhold, laughing and wrapping her arms around his neck. The same house he'd been forced to kill her when she was possessed. The same house he'd have to kill her again in.
[A thumb brushes her cool cheek. She's sweaty, shaking. It won't be long now.] I won't let you go as a monster. Not this time.
ANYA OH MAN <33 Care for some crossover, less mojo!Cas? Got a 2onparkbenchesApril 6 2012, 16:28:27 UTC
[Brows knitted together in a frown, Castiel presses his palm down hard against the dark stain growing on Anya's chest. Heaven seems unwilling to grant him license to perform a miracle, but perhaps he can still do something...]
This is all I'm able to do. I'm sorry.
[Even if that something is only to offer company... Not that he's particularly well suited to that task, but it's better than leaving her to die alone, he'd imagine.]
YES AND YES. (I have already told you ILU. Imma tell you again. dean-mun of 100deaths_a_day >>)eatskeezycheeseApril 6 2012, 16:40:25 UTC
[She's pretty new, so excuse any fail
An ex-angel and an ex-demon. Rather unlikely friends, it's true. But that doesn't change the fact that they were.
It's easy to see that she's scared. Not that long ago, this would have been something she could have shrugged off before killing the crap out of them. Now it hurt and she was getting cold and she didn't understand why she wouldn't just be able to get back up and see all her friends. Just because she had caused a lot of death didn't mean that she understood it beyond you kill them and that's it. Especially from this side of it.]
Oh God. I-it hurts, Castiel. [She looks around as much as she can.] Why isn't Xander here?
OH HAAAAAY! <3333onparkbenchesApril 6 2012, 22:47:21 UTC
[[ooc: ahhaha no worries, new muses are always nervewracking. jkajksda I love Anya and Anya & Cas as buddies is just super adorable and awesome. <3]]
[If there's anyone on earth that understands the way Anya's feeling right now, it's Castiel. Castiel, who used to be powerful, nearly indestructible, just a hair away from immortal... He isn't human, not quite, but he is mortal, and it isn't hard to imagine what Anya's going through. By this point Castiel is no stranger to pain, and loathe as he is to admit it, he's not exactly inexperienced with fear, either.
He shifts so that he's kneeling next to her, palm still firmly pressed against that wound.]
I don't know where he is. Try to be still.
[He turns, eyes scanning the door, ears tuned for the sound of footsteps that aren't there. There's the vague feeling that he should be saying something, something comforting, something human... But he doesn't know what that something is, he never does. He drags his gaze from the door back to Anya, and though he's well aware of who she
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[Bobby flicks on the light to Dean's room. Kid had been too quiet.]
Where are you, boy?.
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the smeel of the smoke choked him and churned his stomach from here. That, or it was the guilt. Maybe he couldn't smell it at all, just thought he could - the guilt being the real reason his gut was restlessly turning.
Or it could simply be that he's nearing the final stretch of a second whiskey bottle.
He didn't look up from what he'd been doing in the dark - removing and sliding the clip back into his pistol. His mind stumbled over what he had to do. This was the best way - quick, easy, near-impossible to fuck up. couldn't do any of this without Sam.
He had been hoping bobby would be out of the way longer so he wouldn't have found out beforehand.] On the floor, finishin' m'drink.
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Kneeling beside him, Angel fought back tears as she took off her jacket and pressed it to the wound in his side, the same way that Max had taught her to.] ...Dean?
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Now this. She could feel it creeping in at the edges. she wasn't supposed to be here, but she would be forever greatful that she got the chance to at least set things a little right. She hated that he had to do this again but she didn't want anyone else, honestly.]
I know. I'm sorry.
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[A thumb brushes her cool cheek. She's sweaty, shaking. It won't be long now.] I won't let you go as a monster. Not this time.
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This is all I'm able to do. I'm sorry.
[Even if that something is only to offer company... Not that he's particularly well suited to that task, but it's better than leaving her to die alone, he'd imagine.]
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An ex-angel and an ex-demon. Rather unlikely friends, it's true. But that doesn't change the fact that they were.
It's easy to see that she's scared. Not that long ago, this would have been something she could have shrugged off before killing the crap out of them. Now it hurt and she was getting cold and she didn't understand why she wouldn't just be able to get back up and see all her friends. Just because she had caused a lot of death didn't mean that she understood it beyond you kill them and that's it. Especially from this side of it.]
Oh God. I-it hurts, Castiel. [She looks around as much as she can.] Why isn't Xander here?
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[If there's anyone on earth that understands the way Anya's feeling right now, it's Castiel. Castiel, who used to be powerful, nearly indestructible, just a hair away from immortal... He isn't human, not quite, but he is mortal, and it isn't hard to imagine what Anya's going through. By this point Castiel is no stranger to pain, and loathe as he is to admit it, he's not exactly inexperienced with fear, either.
He shifts so that he's kneeling next to her, palm still firmly pressed against that wound.]
I don't know where he is. Try to be still.
[He turns, eyes scanning the door, ears tuned for the sound of footsteps that aren't there. There's the vague feeling that he should be saying something, something comforting, something human... But he doesn't know what that something is, he never does. He drags his gaze from the door back to Anya, and though he's well aware of who she ( ... )
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