[lounges on the bench swing, bare back comfortably cushioned by the striped pillow. Why yes, Sam would be shirtless -- perhaps even tanning! He carefully turns the page of one of his older tomes, eyes flicking over the symbols and Latin script, happy to be reacquainting himself with the forgotten tongue]

Freaky shit aside, Template does have some ( Read more... )

[can be found in the library, reorganizing all of his books yet again. His remuneration from his days as a Contractor had fucked up his whole system, and this was his second day of dragging books from the shelves, moving them around and sorting them accordingly. It was sinfully boring, but a necessary evil]Judgment is coming... A promise will be ( Read more... )

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[would be out at the park with Fay, a smile on his face as he tosses the Frisbee across the field. Fay chases after the discus, barking happily, her tail wagging a mile a minute. In the early morning air, there were birds chirping, the bubbling of the fountain, a pissed off squirrel chittering away at a chipmunk with its cheeks stuffed full of ( Read more... )

[waking up no longer a Contractor with an OCD neurotic remuneration, but definitely a year older, Sam yawned and stretched. He sat up with another yawn, looking at the clock, blinking for a moment]

It's the second already?

[running a hand through his hair, he sighed]

Huh, twenty-five. Didn't think I'd see the day. Especially without Dean...

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[clad in only a towel, hair dripping from his shower. His left eye is swollen shut, electrical burns decorating his torso and legs. Beneath his fringe, his eyes are glassy green, void of all emotion. Simply going through the motions, he patches himself up, tugging on a clean shirt, boxers and jeans before heading downstairs]Yin? Did you get burned ( Read more... )

There were no stars in the sky last night...

[shrugs a duffel over his shoulder, packed full of weaponry and a notebook, a ballpoint pen tucked into his jeans in case he finds something noteworthy, along with a Beretta he'd found at a local shop pressing into his lower back]

This feels like the old days, going out on a hunt. [sighs softly as he ( Read more... )

[staggers into the house, looking the worst for wear. His hair is a mess, his clothes are torn in a few places, dirt smudges all across his face and arms. The dark slashes under his eyes made it perfectly clear that he hadn't slept for days. He dropped his bag in the hall, sighing to himself]He really is gone. I looked everywhere, in every nook and ( Read more... )

[jerks awake from a nightmare, sweat dripping from his forehead. He wipes off his upper lip, struggling to quiet his breathing & calm his heart]

It was just a dream...

[flops back down in bed with a heavy sigh, before sitting right back up at the sound of Fay's whining from down the hall]

Dean?

[stumbles out of bed & to his brother's room. An ( Read more... )

[sitting at a card table in his back yard, shuffling cards with a cooler of long necks sitting next to the table]

Fay, don't eat the roses! I'm not pulling another thorn out of your mouth.

[shaking his head, he shuffles the cards some more]

Anyone up for a game of poker?