The front door opens - and then promptly stops mid-movement, as though whoever's on the other side is holding on to it and waiting for something.

"You go ahead, Sammy. I'm gonna see what I can find out about this Grimm dude."

"A tree fell on him almost two hundred years ago, Dean. What's there to check out?" Exasperation is clear in his tone, ( Read more... )

The question isn't whether or not the demon found its way to Milliways while it was running around in his body ( Read more... )

This is not what he was expecting when he walked back into the courthouse. Not at all.

'Uh...'

Someone help a guy out?

[OOC: Please read this before tagging. Thank you.

Must ask for slowtime please, something just came up. Will continue everything tomorrow. Thank you all!]

How to make the most of summer vacation:

Take one college student, exchange his normal clothing for a pair of blue swim trunks, stick him lakeside, add a towel and bottled water, then stir. In other words, Merlin is outside doing his best to soak up sun rays and play around in the water.

What? He only has a few weeks before senior year starts.

The demon's been busy getting used to her new mount -- trying out the paces, as it were. So far, so good. The lock-and-key symbol seems to be keeping him subdued and essentially unconscious, which makes it easy to not only manipulate his body, but also to look through his memories and get an idea of how to act like him ( Read more... )

Dan has just come downstairs, to find that it has been quite some time since he was last down here. Months, in fact. To say that he is not thrilled with this news is putting it mildly, but he really can't complain too much, since he's dead and all. Time is bound to get strange in a place where strange times are commonplace ( Read more... )

" -- sure you haven't heard from him, Ellen? Yeah. Okay. No, that's all right. Just -- yeah. From your mouth to God's ear. Smack him one for me if he shows, okay? Nah, I already hit him up, but if you could -- yeah. Thanks ( Read more... )

Someone might be in the middle of a private dance party.

That same someone might be in the middle of dancing to this song, the sounds of which filter through her slightly open door as she shimmies into what she thinks is her own closet ( Read more... )

"Why the hell not ( Read more... )

There's a tall blonde draped over another one of the free couches, both legs idly dangling over one armrest while her head rests against its twin on the other side ( Read more... )