If you're calling, you already know me. If you don't know me, hang up and call someone else 'cause technically I don't exist.

Ava remembered pieces; Brady hurting her. Her hurting Brady back. He begged until he couldn't talk anymore. She strained against her thoughts but the last thing she could recall was the light leaving his eyes and a sick snap of satisfaction breaking inside of her. Tears sprung to her eyes as she glanced around her at the cabin she woke up in. The ( Read more... )

Ava's head bobbed down against her collarbone as she struggled to focus her eyes. Her face hurt, she couldn't move her hands or feet and she couldn't remember anything after walking into her apartment. She listed back through her memories: leaving Sam against her better judgment, worrying about him while she drove home and crossing back over to ( Read more... )

"I mean I'm happy now, even with having my neck snapped, going to hell, being abused and dealing with demonic sexual harassment and then being ripped back out by accident," Ava ticked off on her right hand. She was sprawled out on the psychologist's couch, staring at the ceiling. She peeked over at him and nodded while rolling her eyes ( Read more... )

The rules are: Comment to this post and I will give you 5 subjects/things I associate you with. Then post this in your LJ and elaborate on the subjects given.

Sam [notantichrist]
Failure (mine not yours) - Well, I'm not sure about this one cause you won, remember? Oh, wait, now I get it. Oh Sam, I'm not your responsibility. Without you I probably would have ( Read more... )

Ava had spent around one hundred years in hell, if you counted it all up. She's been tortured and driven crazy even before she arrived in hell, to the point of madness. She enjoyed murder and blood now, though she kept it mostly at bay at Sam's request. Mostly, because sometimes the itch just got too powerful and she'd have to turn her eye onto ( Read more... )

She doesn't remember circumstances like the temperature or torture. She can remember a lot of paperwork - contracts on souls (oh boy she stamped a lot of DENIEDs on papers titled "Samuel Winchester") and invoices (who do you think tracks deal time-frames and deploys hell hounds?). Sometimes she got to send out itineraries, detailing major disasters ( Read more... )

I'd like to go by climbing a birch tree,
And climb black branches up a snow-white trunk
Toward heaven, till the tree could bear no more,
But dipped its top and set me down again.
That would be good both going and coming back.
One could do worse than be a swinger of birches.
- Robert Frost, Birch TreesDust, soot and cold. It was burning and ( Read more... )