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fractempyreal · 5 years

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Do you have a rules page/bio page? I keep trying to load your site but it keeps crashing almost seconds after I do on desktop? Sorry, didn't want to bother you but I was just curious. Thank you

I do! It’s on my theme and it’s the star that’s hovering above the little info box to the right, but I’ll put them here under a readmore if you can’t get to them. Note that some of these do need to be edited, and the bio is limited for the most part until I kick myself to finish it, but this is the gist of it.

RIFP mobile users. Here we go:

✔ CROSSOVERS, OCS, DARK THEMES, PLOTTING, MUTUALSX M!A’S, HARASSMENT, SHIPPING, DRAMA, PASSWORDS, INCEST, PEDOPHILIA, ETC.

CANTO I: BEGINNING

This is an independent RP blog for the character Vergil from Devil May Cry. This blog is in no way affiliated with the games, & all content on the blog belongs to their rightful owners. Content on this blog will be NSFW in terms of BLOOD, GORE, DARK THEMES, POTENTIAL BLASPHEMY, & SEXUAL CONTENT. Vergil will be a mix of game & book canon along with my own headcanons, potentially with a slight canon divergence in terms of the post-events of DMC3/Nelo Angelo, at least until there is more known about Devil May Cry 5.

Vergil is not a kind person, nor is he weak. If you challenge him, he will respond. I do not hold back my muse & I ask that you not try to be cheeky & test this unless you are willing to accept that Vergil will indeed wail on your muse to put them in their place. Respect my muse, I respect yours.

Most interactions will take place Post-Nelo Angelo incident unless requested otherwise.

Triggers will be tagged _______ tw, & if there happens to be something specific that you need tagged, please let me know! I have no triggers of my own, but I do ask that the DADDY KINK BE TAGGED.

On the subject of Nero being Vergil’s son, this is not something I’ll consider as canon UNLESS IT’S ALREADY BEEN DISCUSSED WITH THE MUN.

I do not send in passwords. I make it a habit to go onto a person’s blog & read their rules, so I hope that I’m given the same courtesy in return.

I don’t do M!A’s.

I DON’T TOLERATE INCEST, PEDOPHILIA, RACISM, DUB/NONCON, OR ANYTHING OF THE LIKE. PLEASE DON’T FOLLOW ME IF YOU WRITE OR CONDONE THESE THINGS.

CANTO II: THE DESCENT

I am a HIGHLY PRIVATE & SELECTIVE BLOG. I run multiple other blogs on top of this one, so I will not have time to RP with everyone & for this, I apologize. There are, of course, other fantastic Vergil blogs to follow & interact with in the DMC RPC!

I will follow where I see a possible interaction. I am MUTUALLY EXCLUSIVE, meaning that I will only interact with people who I am in a mutual follow with. Some things that tend to have me turn away from following a blog aside from incompatible muses is too much OOC content, inactivity, missing about/rules page ( this applies to both canon & OC blogs ), or simply not a lot of effort placed into replies, since I do tend to read people’s replies.

I typically unfollow a blog after an inactivity period of 4 months without hiatus notification unless they’re a friend. If this happens to be a category that you fall into, & you return to a blog that’s been inactive & I have unfollowed, simply hit me up or like some of my posts so that I realize you’re still around for me to follow back.

I don’t press for exclusivity. Usually, a person’s muse will naturally become a main muse for me, but that does not necessarily mean that I won’t interact with a duplicate. Please do understand that, being a private RP blog, those who I have known for a long time will be prioritized, but I will get to other threads in a ( hopefully ) timely manner.

On the note of exclusivity, I don’t really practice it outside of shipping. Otherwise, I am open to interacting with other duplicates of Vergil as long as the other mun is comfortable. DMC muses, I won’t be practicing exclusivity with simply because I wouldn’t want to tie someone down when I can’t promise high activity.

I sometimes don’t notice the moment that someone’s followed me. I typically follow back after 3-4 days. If I have not followed you back in that time, then know that I have made my decision & ask that you respect that. Trying to harass me into following you will not work in your favor & will result in a hard block.

Asks & questions about my muse are open to anyone, but interactions/memes are limited to mutual. Personals are free to follow my blog as long as they are aware of RP etiquette & don’t reblog threads or spam like/reblog my posts as it ruins my notifs bar, & will result in a hard block. You are more than welcome to reblog images that I reblog.

CANTO III: INTEMPERANCE

THIS BLOG WILL MORE THAN LIKELY NOT CONSIDER SHIPPING WITH ANYONE UNLESS WE ARE ALREADY CLOSE FRIENDS. Considering how difficult it would be to ship with Vergil, not to mention that I’ve had enough issues in the past concerning ships & I would rather avoid it. I ask that this wish be respected.

If by any chance I decide to smut with someone, the post will be properly tagged with a simple NSFW so that it’s easily caught by blacklist. Depending on my partner, I can either place the post under a cut or not.

CANTO IV: INFERNO

I do not tolerate anon hate, theft or constant vague blogging/drama from anyone. Callouts are fine when they have fundamental reason to be spread & I will tend to reblog a couple depending on the level of seriousness, such as theft, abuse, racism, etc.

AGAIN, DO NOT FOLLOW ME IF YOU SUPPORT WRITING INCEST, RAPE, PEDOPHILIA, UNWANTED SEXUAL ADVANCES ,OR THINGS OF SUCH NATURE. There is no debate, no ifs or buts, just turn around & leave. I have been in the fandom long enough that I’ve seen the ships that dominate the community & I want to see absolutely NO PART OF IT on my blogs.

CANTO V: ALL HOPE ABANDON, YE WHO ENTER HERE

My name’s Whitney! I’m a 22+ year old nerd that’s been stuck in DMC hell ever since I was 8. Save me.

I am a busy person, working two jobs & attending University. With that being said, things will be slow on this blog. While I don’t mind being reminded about a certain thread, I would appreciate not being harassed over replies. I’m just here to have fun.

ABOUT

NAME: Vergil

AGE: Old af, appearance to be in his early 40’s in events of DMC5

GENDER: Cis Male, he/him pronouns used

SPECIES: Half-Devil, Half-Human

ALIASES: Dark Slayer, Son of Sparda, Nelo Angelo, The Alpha and the Omega

LANGUAGES: English, Japanese, Italian, Spanish, Latin, Greek, Dimoori Sheol

HEIGHT 6’5”

HAIR: A snowy white with a bluish sheen to it, it’s appearance is rather sleek. Pushing it back away from his face more often than not, it can at times look rater spiky despite the reality that it’s extremely soft & silky to the touch. With his hair down, the relationship between him & his twin is irrefutable, thus the act of pushing his hair back is to keep himself from looking anything like his brother.

EYES: Powder blue, like that of ice. They’re piercing—– haunting—– they’re the eyes of a man that has seen much as well as lost. There is seemingly no warmth to them, & accentuate that there indeed is a difference between he & his brother.

DISPOSITION: Usually a cold & aloof man, he is one of few words. He is not warm nor friendly towards strangers, disregarding them from the get-go unless he finds use of them. Most put him off as cold & unfeeling, which in most cases is correct as long as it’s someone that he doesn’t know. It can be unsettling to make an attempt to interact with him if you have no reason to. He doesn’t like having his time wasted.

BODY TYPE: Aside from being imposing in stature, his physical makeup is also rather intimidating. Broad & extremely muscular, he maintains the appearance of an individual that puts himself through vigorous daily training. HE IS EXTRAORDINARILY POWERFUL, & HIS STATURE DOES LITTLE TO HINDER HIS SPEED.

GENERAL APPEARANCE: A picture of elegance & class, he dresses himself in only the finest materials. He is always clean shaven & his wardrobe is well-maintained. Usually dressing in dark colors, they accentuate his sharp features as well as bring out the piercing, pale iciness of his gaze.

SPEED ⦿⦿⦿⦿⦿ AGILITY ⦿⦿⦿⦿⦿ STRENGTH ⦿⦿⦿⦿⦿ DEFENSE ⦿⦿⦿⦿⦿ STAMINA ⦿⦿⦿⦿⦿ STRATEGY ⦿⦿⦿⦿⦿

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hrothgarshoard · 7 years

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Kickstarter projects backed

On my web page, over the years I’ve listed several projects that I’ve backed on Kickstarter. It was a clunky part of the page that didn’t really look all that attractive, even if the information in it reflected my personal views on several projects. So, I decided today to move that information here to my blog where I would add more kickstarter projects that I back as new entries. My hope is that it will be a little more organized and easier for people to find.

So, without further ado, here is just a copy/paste of the projects I’ve backed in the past.

SHROUD OF THE AVATAR

Pledge amount: $30

Pledge Reward: Early Alpha access and digital download

Estimated Delivery: Oct. 2014

Actual Delivery: Unknown

I backed this project because I grew up playing the Ultima series. I spend many a night at college going through Ultimas 4 and 5 (not sure if I ever finished them) and played Ultima Online for years. I backed this mostly for nostalgic reasons, but also in the hope that I could play in the Ultima universe again. However, since I only pledged at the digital download level, I have not been able to play. I live in the boondocks and do not have a connection reliable enough to download or play the game.

So, while I put the blame of not doing much with this project on myself, reading through the comments on kickstarter makes me believe that there are many others dissatisfied with the project. From physical rewards not having shipped a year and a half after the project ended, to graphic engines that look extremely old, this doesn't look like it measures up to the previous Ultima standards. Too bad, because Ultima was one of the games that brought FRP into the digital world.

2/10/17 EDIT: I recently talked to a friend who also backed this project. He plays the game on a daily basis and has very positive things to say about it. If and when I ever get a reliable internet connection, I may revisit this.

DWARVEN FORGE GAME TILES

Pledge amount: $305

Pledge Reward: 5 tile sets

Estimated Delivery: Oct. 2013

Actual Delivery: Probably Oct. 2013

If you haven't heard of Dwarven Forge by now, and you are into RPGs, you really need to check them out. Stefan Pokorny has launched multiple projects of miniature terrain made from his company design of "Dwarvenite." They are nearly indestructible and modular, so you can pretty much use them in any dungeon setting.

I will put one thing that should be obvious out there, though. Miniature terrain is great. BUT you must USE them! I got my shipment in, painted them up and then let them sit for probably 6 months before I actually worked on a dungeon. Once I did, they added a great level of visualization to the game, but I was stuck in my old battlemat and markers mentality and it took me far too long to start using them.

I am very satisfied with the quality of the product and its usability.

2/10/17 UPDATE: Honestly, I use this product less and less. It has nothing to do with the quality of the product, but more to do with me buying a 3d printer and printing my own dungeon tiles. More on that in a future post.

ST. FRANCIS IN ROME - THE RESTORATION

Pledge amount: $1

Pledge Reward: eternal salvation?

Estimated Delivery: not for a long time, I hope

Actual Delivery: I'm not quite dead yet.

This was a project that I backed for a dollar just because I wanted to help spread the word. I did my graduate work in Medieval History, so when I saw this project, I just had to be a part of it, even if it was a very small part.

The monks raised $130,000 to restore St. Francis's cell, and this past June it was reopened to the public. An official ceremony will be held in October. Take a look here for their latest update. https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/671087979/st-francis-in-rome-the-restoration/posts/1307245 I'm glad that this project was successful and completed through Kickstarter.

REAPER MINIATURES BONES II: THE RETURN OF MR. BONES

Pledge amount: $255

Pledge Reward: Core Set plus extras

Estimated Delivery: Oct. 2014

Actual Delivery: around the same time

I missed the first Bones campaign and was thrilled to get in on the second. I got the core set, plus several other sets. In all, I'm pretty sure I ended up paying less than $1 per mini and that included a few dragons and giants in the mix.

Overall, I'm very pleased with this campaign. The mini quality isn't great and with some of the minis they tried to put too much detail into a plastic mini, making it nearly impossible (for me) to paint. I've since bought an air brush and tons of paint, so I'll be busy for some time to come. I'd back them again in an instant, even though it would mean more minis that may never get painted.

Update 2/10/17: I’ve actually sold off most of these minis over the past couple years. I just don’t have the time or eyesight to paint these, so I’ve kept a few for my own campaign and have sold many of the rest off at cons. I still think that this was an amazing deal and a great product, and I’ll very likely support them again in the future. I just need to know my own time limitations and plan accordingly.

CUSTOM CHAINMAIL DICE BAGS BY VITALITY HANDMADE DESIGNS

Pledge amount: $60

Pledge Reward: Small Combo #1

Estimated Delivery: April 2014

Actual Delivery: June 2014

This project came out when chainmail accessories was beginning to become very common. My daughter has a summer birthday and I thought I'd get one of these as a gift for her. They arrived in June, so I was actually able to give it to her on time. I got one for each of my daughters

The quality is good and they get used. I can't help but think that $30 is a bit pricey for a dice bag. Still, I know it took a lot of work to accomplish and I wouldn't have been able to make it myself. If you want a dice bag, this is a good product.

2/10/17 UPDATE: My kids still use these bags, so I really have no complaint about this project. $30 may still be on the pricey end, but they have lasted well, my kids still use them and they show no signs of degrading. Overall a good project.

RHYTHM METAL DICE

Pledge amount: $17

Pledge Reward: d8 in brass

Estimated Delivery: July 2014

Actual Delivery: Still waiting

This was a project where I honestly don't know why I backed. I think it was because I wanted to get some metal dice. I had backed another project and pulled out of it because the creator was doing a poor job at backer communication. I became convinced that they didn't know what they were doing and backed out.

The Rhythm Metal Dice weren't overly attractive to me...they are just too complicated of a design. And $17 for a single die was overpaying pure and simple. So I just don't know why I backed this.

As of 11/2015, the dice still have not been delivered. There have been very few project updates. One did come in late Nov. 2015, but it was largely undecipherable. I couldn't figure out if they had the product in, what the shipping status was or what their plan forward was. I expect that this is $17 completely wasted.

2/10/17 UPDATE: There has not been an update in the past year. Fuck these guys.

HERO FORGE: CUSTOMIZABLE 3D PRINTED TABLETOP MINIS

Pledge amount: $60

Pledge Reward: 2 custom minis

Estimated Delivery: Oct. 2014

Actual Delivery: early 2015

This is one of those projects that is a great concept, but may not be the best for normal use. The Hero Forge software is actually very good and easy to use. The combinations available in faces, body types, poses, equipment, etc. really let you create a one of a kind miniature. As far as this part of the figure goes, it is great.

I bought one for each of my daughters for them to configure as they wished. Once they got around to doing it (which was a long time), they submitted the order and the minis arrived within about 3 days. GREAT!

One week later a dejected teenager hands me her mini in 3 pieces. She hadn't even gotten around to playing a game with it yet, but the staff had broken, as had the mini right at the ankles. A close inspection of the break revealed that the mini was printed hollow instead of solid. So in the particular pose that it was designed in, there was virtually no support for the mini at the ankle area.

I contacted Hero Forge and they immediately agreed to replace it which was good. But they also told me that this type of thing was common and that a little superglue was the best solution. This response troubled me a little. If they were having that type of issue with the printed minis, then it tells me that they either need to print the minis solid, adjust the programming so it happens less often, or both. "Superglue" shouldn't be a customer service option when dealing with minis.

2/10/17 UPDATE: I see people asking on boards every now and then about this product and the responses are generally positive, so I am willing to accept that they may have improved their product reliability. I hope this is the case because it really is a great concept. I sincerely hope they succeed as a company.

RAVENFELL 28MM FANTASY VILLAGE

Pledge amount: $1

Pledge Reward: Troll outhouse

Estimated Delivery: April 2014

Actual Delivery: April 2014

Tom Tullius at Fat Dragon Games makes gaming terrain that you can print out on your printer, fold on the dotted line and BOOM you have yourself some 3D terrain. This is a low cost alternative to the Dwarven Forge game tiles and other terrain solution.

I backed this because I liked the idea, but I honestly just didn't think I'd use it enough to make it worth my while. Tom is a very nice guy though and if you are into paper terrain, his line of products is outstanding. I'd highly recommend even though I didn't pledge for a large amount.

TOME OF HORRORS COMPLETE II

Pledge amount: $25

Pledge Reward: 3 minis cast in metal

Estimated Delivery: Dec 2014

Actual Delivery: Company bankrupt.

I backed this one in part because the project creator and I started talks on me providing cases for his line of miniatures. He had great plans for expansion, had run some other projects and it looked like it would be a good collaboration.

Well, his business went belly up, and fiasco ensued. The creator refused (probably on advice from his lawyer) to answer any questions/emails. I'm sure that there are legal actions in the works. What mucked things up even more is that Center Stage Miniatures got a license from Frog God Games to make their minis based on their (FGG's) book. Now, I don't know if the involvement went deeper than this and FGG was one of the creditors involved or what, but I found out today (Nov. 2015) that FGG has offered to give backers a dollar for dollar credit to backers of this project to use in their pdf store. Very cool of Frog God Games. I'm in the process of trying to claim this. Frog God Games puts out some good stuff.

2/10/17 UPDATE: I’m just adding this because I want to state how great FGG was to work with in this fiasco. They had no legal obligation to do what they did, but gave credit for their own product. I ended up getting a few .pdf modules. I’m not a big .pdf fan, but considering the situation, I felt it was more than fair. Kudos to FGG!

SAVING THROW: AN INSTRUCTIONAL WEB SERIES ABOUT RPGS

Pledge amount: $15

Pledge Reward: pdf of module

Estimated Delivery: June 2014

Actual Delivery: A little late, but not bad.

This project caught my eye because of its originality. They were proposing a web series where they would teach people how to play games. They also made a fun little spoof video that was fairly well made.

I'll be honest that I've never really even looked at the pdf module. I don't know what the content is or how good it was. That wasn't the reason I supported them. I just wanted to give a little something to promote a project that I thought was a good idea.

The video series itself was good, if a little basic (and had a little bad acting in it.) They did a multipart series on how to play Pathfinder. I'm an old-school D&D guy, so Pathfinder never really appealed to me and since there is a lot of overlap, I can't say that I was terribly interested in it. All the same, great concept and a good all-around series.

Saving Throw has also gone on to produce a bi-weekly series where they film a 5E D&D game being played. Now known as "Barky's Brigade", the series is well done. The adventures are well planned and (mostly) well DMed, the characters do a good job of acting in character, and I think everyone: players and viewers, have a good time with the show. If you haven't seen this, go to youtube and search for Barky's Brigade.

2/10/17 UPDATE: I’m pleased to see that the Twitch TV channel that Saving Throw has produced is growing and has regular programming on most every day. One of these days, I’m going to solve my internet problems so I can actually watch these live.

DWARVEN FORGE: CAVERNS GAME TILES

Pledge amount: Trade

Pledge Reward:

Estimated Delivery: April 2014

Actual Delivery: April 2014

This wasn't so much a pledge as a trade. I had exchanged emails with Stefan Pokorny and traded him several cases and dice towers for a set of the Cavern game tiles.

I found these tiles far superior to the dungeon tiles. The craftsmanship of the tiles were much more detailed. As much as I liked the dungeon tiles, these looked and felt better and were more true to gaming situations.

My only complaints with either of these gaming tiles is that they are a little heavy, and that they don't join together well. I'd like some sort of peg system to join the tiles together and may end up drilling inserts for metal pins between the tiles. This, however will take quite some time.

The only other thing I have an issue with (and this is true with all dungeon tiles I've seen so far) is that the walls of the tile take up 1/4 of the tile. When you lay a room out, a 20x20 room all of a sudden is only 15x15 because part of the tile is taken up by walls. I have not seen a solution to this yet.

2/10/17 update: Ok...there is now a solution to the above problem, but it involves a different product line from a different company. I still like Dwarven Forge items, but am slow migrating to the other solution.

ENEMY OF MAN: FEATURE FILM

Pledge amount: $15

Pledge Reward: Film and Script

Estimated Delivery: April 2014

Actual Delivery: Not yet filmed

MacBeth is my favorite Shakespearian play. In college, a friend and I (for a class on Shakespeare) enacted the final fight scene between MacBeth and MacDuff complete with choreography taken from Return of the Jedi, Ladyhawke, and The Princess Bride. I got an A in that class.

So when I saw a movie production on KS that was to feature this play and have some pretty darn good British actors lined up including Sean Bean, one of my favorite actors, I was down for it.

But, this seems to be another one of those productions doomed to go nowhere. The last update was in May 2015 with basically no news. I think this is another case of money thrown down the tubes.

TABLE TITANS VOLUME 1

Pledge amount: $30

Pledge Reward: Regular edition hardback

Estimated Delivery: Sept. 2014

Actual Delivery:Over a year overdue

I've read Scott Kurtz's PVP comic strip for years...over a decade in fact. He was an early pioneer in gaming comics online. His work is generally good and he gets involved with his community.

But Scott fucked up big time on this project. He was publishing a book of a comic already completed and published online. This was something that could easily have been completed by his 2014 delivery date. But he kept adding things that half his backers didn't pledge for and pushed back his delivery schedule time and again. The comic that he is producing now has been out for 2 years. His communication on KS has been abysmal and frankly he doesn't seem to give a damn that he is so far behind schedule anymore.

He claims books are now in the USA and will be out soon.

But you know what? Fuck Scott Kurtz. Fuck PVP, and Fuck Table Titans. I haven't read his strip in 6 months and probably never will again. Do yourself a favor and avoid Scott Kurtz like the plague.

2/10/17 update: OK...I did eventually receive my pledge reward. I sold it. I sold it quick and I doubt if I made any money on it. Fuck this project. I have no words on how disappointed I was with this. I feel better about the projects that have never delivered that I do with this one.

this concludes this post. I have actually backed several other projects which I will soon get to reviewing. I would like to do more reviews in general, so take a look and help spread the word

#ultima #dwarven forge #reaper #heroforge #saving throw #table titans

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itstimetostopthis-blog · 7 years

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Down the Rabbit Hole I go. (Days 1-2 reboot)

Terrible at starting any blog posts personally, so I guess I will start from the beginning.

Back story. A few things that have gone on in my personal life a few years back pushed me into a sense of depression. Whether it actually was depression or not, I don’t know. It crept up on me and slowly felt like it destroyed my life; wanting to shut out my family, my girlfriend at the time (now wife), and my kids (worst part of all).

Don’t get me wrong, I still took care of the kids. I by no means neglected them. Just I wasn’t as happy as I should have been for them.

This went on for around 2 years. The reasoning behind it all was out of anyones control (times got very tough), as well as the “depression” (using the word from now on as a placeholder) was out of my control.

It finally started to get better. I recognized the problems and started to fix them.

Then the catalyst. My 2 year old daughter painted me a series of pictures in a book and gave me a big hug and kiss for the past fathers day. I cried. Not only at her sentiment, but that I felt like I missed part of her life. It was time to change.

My wife started a new career and was blazimg a trail to the top. Things were finally looking up for our family and moreso, I was coming to terms with this sadness and pulling out of it. I was smiling, happy, playing with the kids everyday, getting stuff done around the house. It’s been great.

The one thing that I took with me was masturbation. It is known to be a “stress reliever” and I had gone through so much stress. It started with once a day, and until recently graduated to 3-4 times a day. The addiction to stress relief.

About a week before Christmas, I found that (what I thought) the impossible happened. My wife had an affair. Talk about hard times. I have been completely devoted to this woman and now I had been betrayed. 4-5 times a day now.

Let’s tack on the enlistment paperwork I have been working on at the time.

Stressed, beyond all recognition.

She says the reason why it happened was because he reminded her of how I used to be. When she thinks about me, she thinks about the times we were happy. As far as I’m told, it has stopped. I want to believe her and her daily events as well as letting me know help, but still.

Now I’m faced with my family falling apart as I’m preparing enlistment paperwork. That situation requires me to now pull trust out of thin air with my wife, as I will be gone for awhile. Life is never fair.

But I’m pushing forward.

I read the other day, I don’t know why, about nature and the distinction between alpha males and beta males in the wild. I can’t remember where I read it, but it’s there somewhere. Basically it said, alphas generally have all the sex. The strongest mate so the babies will be strong which preserves the group. Betas generally “take care of business” on their own, which broadcasts to females that they are a beta; don’t have sex with them.

This brought the “no fap” or “reboot” back into play. I’ve always seen it online or on reddit,but it was hard to really get to it, because life is stressful. It’s worth a shot.

I have gained some terrible habits from all of this. Nearly a pack-a-day smoker, I drink a bit more than I should and aside from the past 2 days, masturbation has been up 4-5 times a day to cope with life.

I am starting this blog to display my trials to the world. To show how life can kick you in the gut and proceed to spit on you. But I need to learn to stand up and stay strong. My hopes is that you (the reader) can find inspiration in how my story unfolds.

Like the title says, I’ve gone through the first 2 days. I feel commited to this more than I ever have.

The first challenge I encountered was last night. My wife wanted to go hang out with her friend after work and I said that was fine. I told her I was planning for her to be home around midnight, to set a time in my head and keep my sanity while she was away.

1:00am.

I call her. No answer. No text message. Shes not coming home tonight.

I want to believe her. I think I kind of do. Doubt still very strong in my mind.

I tried to sleep. Couldn’t sleep.

I wanted to simply masturbate and pass out temporarily satisfied.

But, it didn’t happen. Somehow, I rolled on my side and just stared at the wall. Clearing everything out of my mind. Meditation? Maybe. But next thing I knew the sun was up.

Day 3 now.

I checked my phone again this morning. No text, no call. A deep sadness rises up in me. “Fuck it” I say as I pull myself up for the day. I go down to have my first cigarette of the day (I’m keeping track now), and I contemplate life.

We lost out connection. Masturbating won’t get it back. If anything, it will sever it more.

It’s a rough road. I feel exhausted. I have headaches (withdrawls?) that make me want to smoke more. At night they make me want to drink more. But one addiction can’t replace another.

I feel like a broken man. The only thing that brings light to my days is my kids smiles. But you know? Thats just enough to cope.

Not sure if I’ll post about the rest of the day. It’s saturday here, and its filled with all sorts of errands and whatnot to keep me busy. Still, I’m walking through temptations alley. I never looked at more women than I have today.

My standards feel lower as the slightest curve is attracting my attention, but I try to keep my cool.

The other thing I am using to aid is the android “NF companion,” which keeps exact time I have kept from it and makes it into sort of a game. My curiosity of the rank names that are currently “locked” make me want to push harder to find out. Kind of dumb, but very effective. I need anything at this point.

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Knot In Love - Alpha!Dean x Omega! Reader

A/N: Part Eleven is back. Again, where it’s a daily thing? I am not tagging anyone new. 3pm is the magical time, usually. As always, feedback is incredible. And, I hope you all enjoy one of my favorites <3

PSA: I am NOT a minor friendly blog. If you are below 18, please come back when you’re older. I don’t want to lose my blog because you were too eager to grow up. If I discover you, I WILL block.

Series Masterlist

Series Warnings: Forced mating. Knotting. Alpha/Omega dynamics. Witchcraft (more based on real craft than Hollywood). Angst. Etc. Read at your own discretion.

Word Count: Roughly 4,700

“Hey,” Sam walked up as Dean focused on making his quick lunch. Peanut butter and jelly. With the strawberry jam. How thrilling, he internally sighed, pouring the gooey concoction onto the bread.

“Hey.” He returned listlessly. Not having the energy for pleasantries.

“P.B. and J for breakfast. Strong work.” Sam was trying to be cheerful. So much so that it only made Dean's mood more bleak.

“Yep.”

“Wanna beer with that?” Sam offered in that eager to please kind of voice that made Dean's head rise to attention.

“I'm cool,” His statement ended as more of a question as he turned to look at his brother in confusion.

“Come on. Live a little.” Sam coerced cheerfully, shutting the door. Two of the aforementioned drinks in hand. “Here.”

One plopped on the island in front of Dean, as the older brother went back to the breakfast of champions. “What's goin' on with you?”

“What do you mean?” Sam tried to play innocent. His eyes going just slightly wider as the enormous brain of his went into overdrive. Dean wasn't impressed, and the green gaze reflected it. Lips pulling tight as he turned his eyes back to the sandwich. Not even having the energy to argue. “Anyway, check this out.” Sam rushed into what he'd been buttering his brother up for, “I think I found something.” The tablet was pulled out. An article rested on the screen. Staring the hunter down. “Three days ago, kid named Shawn Raider was found wandering on the side of the road.” Sam stated, selling the hunt better than a used car salesman, “near Grand Junction, Colorado. Bleeding from the head.” Dean still didn't look too keen, so he kept going. “Best friend was missing. And get this,” His long finger waved with his catch phrase, “only word he said?” He waited for a response with his final word, “Monster.”

“Okay,” Dean began, wrapping up his plating. Brows lifting only a hair. “Well, that sounds like something.”

“Yeah,” Sam jumped on it. “So, I thought I'd check it out. You and me.” That really caught his older brother's attention.

“What about Jack?” He'd been better with the kid. Letting him be around. But, that hadn't meant he liked it. He didn't. At all. “And, Y/N?”

“He's uh,” Sam turned towards the door as he began. “He's catching up on all my old fantasy DVD's.” He began listing them off as a way to show how busy the boy would be. “Red Sonia, Beast Master, uh, Beast Master II. You know, the one with the time traveling ferrets.” Dean was looking at Sam as if he'd lost it.

“Yeah,” Finally, the older brother sounded a bit more like himself, “Wow... How you ever got laid, I'll never know.”

A breathy chuckle left Sam at the teasing, “Yeah, tell me about it.” He genuinely wanted Dean to rip into him. Wanted to see the spark of life back in his eyes. “So, I was thinking,” Sam was taking the large leap as he stopped chewing at his lip, “we'd leave Jack behind.” Dean was no longer amused.

He sucked a flake of peanut butter off of his pinky before responding, “Really?”

“Yeah,” His voice cracked, making him sound less confident then he'd been hoping for. “We'll throw up some extra warding. He'll be fine.”

“You never said anything about Y/N.” The attached Alpha spoke up. “Got a plan for that, too?”

“Y/N? She can stay here, too. Or, go visit with Jody. Whatever she wants. She'll be alright.” Sam's hands rested on the cool surface in front of him. “I mean, when's the last time we worked a case? Just you and me?” Sam motioned between their bodies. Hoping like hell it would be enough.

“It's been a while,” Dean acknowledged, his head bobbing with the answer.

“Exactly.” He tried hard to not sound too excited. To not scare Dean away. “So?” The scrunched up nod said plenty.

Maybe it'll be good, Dean thought to himself as the sigh of relief left his brother. He didn't have a clear head in the bunker. He couldn't do what he needed to with you and Jack around every corner. Yeah, he decided, yeah, I'll go.

–

“It's just you and me, Jack.” Your arms crossed as the roar of the Impala faded into the distance. “Want to jump into the ice cream?”

“Can we?” He sounded like a kid at Christmas. Earning a grin on your lips as you motioned back towards the entrance of the bunker. “Hell yes!” You winced a bit at that. Knowing that it came from Dean.

As he ran inside, you sighed. Watching the trail of dust fade away in the distance. Hoping that Sam was right. That all Dean needed to right his head was a hunt, booze, and a strip joint.

Part of you wanted to join them on the road. Not wanting to be so far from your mate. The other part? She was petrified of the thought of another hunt.

Your arms crossed over your body to hold yourself together. The after effects clung to you like a second skin. Late at night, you could see Buddy and Mia playing through your mind on repeat. Could see Dean's terror at the thought of losing his brother echoing in the air. Your own response chilled you. Not that you'd ever been particularly afraid of death. But, you'd never openly welcomed it as you had in that moment.

You turned away from the negative thoughts, leaving them to the breeze. Sending Dean away with the healing energies you'd been able to muster. Hoping to find your own piece of clarity in the process.

–

“So, he didn't say anything?” Sam got out of the passenger seat once they reached the Royal Towers Motel. Far more upbeat than their usual place.

“Not a word,” Baby's door shut behind Dean. “Whatever that kid saw? It messed him up.” Dean checked his watch. He didn't like leaving you alone. Didn't know when it would be a reasonable time to check in. He wanted to make sure Jack hadn't come unhinged- not that he could say that he truly believed it would happen. His anxiety, however, didn't pull any punches.

“Well, I say that we talk to the other friend. Uh, Mike,” The younger brother remembered the name as he rounded the car's hood, “first thing in the morning.”

“Sounds like a plan,” The watch was dropped. As if that would make him forget.

He turned towards the glass doors, fully prepared to settle in for the night. And to get that damned call in before he went crazy. His mark was practically itching at being away from your side. Reminding him of the need to get it abolished. Just as fast as the thought crossed his mind, he grew more bleak.

“So...” Sam's voice pulled him from wallowing in self-pity once again, “strip club?” The forced question set off every warning bell Dean possessed.

“Wait.” The older brother drew himself to a halt. Looking up into the widened, nervously shifting gaze of the taller one. “Sorry...what?”

A small noise made its way from the back of his throat before he could respond,“S-strip...club,” Sam internally cursed himself for the stutter. “There's one just outside of town.” He didn't know what to do with his hands. Waving them a bit before stuffing them in his pockets. Trying to look cool. “The uh...” He took a deep breath. The name was physically painful. “The Clamdiver.”

Dean stared at Sam as if he was a stranger, “You,” a hand pointed at Sam as he emphasized what he'd just heard. “Wanna go to The Clamdiver?”

Sam couldn't look him in the eyes, and instead settled on the tie, “Yeah.” Then his eyes came up. “It...It got great reviews.” As if that made the situation better.

His brother only became more incredulous, “You read reviews...for The Clamdiver?”

“It...” He couldn't help but to stutter at the ridiculous conversation that he'd started. Trying to justify the need to go was only making it worse. But, like a derailed train, he couldn't stop. “It...it got four and a half-”

Dean couldn't take anymore, “Dude, what is going on with you?”

“What are you talking about?” Again, his eyes stuck to the tie. Unable to meet the green gaze.

“All day,” The older brother started calling him out. “You give me a...a beer for breakfast.” That wasn't all though. Oh no. Dean had a list. “You...you gave me Agent Page, which you always like to be.” Sam didn't find that to be a huge red flag, but his brother wasn't done. Not even close. “You...you didn't whine about me blaring my music the whole way here.” He'd expected Sam to try and talk about you or Jack. He hadn't had him in it to hear it, then. So...music. The lack of protest, though, had raised even more suspicion. “And when we stopped for lunch, you ordered me chili fries.” The accusing hand was aimed at him again. As if that final piece had been a sin.

Sam's mouth was slightly ajar as he glanced back up with a minimum shrug, “You love chili fries.”

“Everybody loves chili fries,” For half a second, Sam had hope that Dean had been taken off course. He should have known better. “That's not the point.” His lips pulled back before he went onto the most recent offense, having caught onto the tactic. “Now you wanna go hang out at a strip club?” That damned hand was back in business, “You hate strip clubs.”

“No, I don't.” An indignant scoff left the younger brother before transforming into a broken chuckle. He really did, but Dean...

“Dude,” Dean had no problem jumping onto the lie, claws drawn. “The last lap dance that you had was...was...was,” A moment to think gave Sam hope that he could intervene, “at Christmas.” So much for that thought, came the rueful internal response. “It was a gift paid for by me.” His voice grew deeper as the memory became clearer. Sam hated that particular night. He'd wished Dean had forgotten it. By all means, he should have with all of the tequila he'd ingested. Yet, there he sat; reciting it better than he could a Metallica track. “You spent the entire song trying to convince the girl that she should go to nursing school.” Dean's head bobbed as he tried to meet Sam's wandering eyes all the way up to the point where he turned his head away with a small sigh. He opened his mouth to argue, but simply clamped it shut. Unable to protest. His brother was right. “So...what is it?” The demand followed the evidence flawlessly. Sam was cornered. “Its it my birthday? Did...did I win a bet that I don't know about? What?”

“No,” Sam broke. “No, nothing.” Dean didn't look convinced, so he didn't stop. “Nothing. I...I mean, I'm just trying to be nice.”

“Why?” Ever distrustful Dean came forth. No one was nice to him without a reason.

“Because it....” He sighed deeply. Giving up the entire act. “You know why.” The unimpressed head tilt he received made him want to shake his brother. He knew what was coming as his words sunk in.

“I'm fine.” With that, Dean moved to walk away. Shoulders straight.

“No, you're not, Dean.” Sam didn't hesitate. He knew his brother too well to not know that Dean would want to escape the conversation. His brother's hands came up to try to wave the doors into opening. Nothing. Sam moved forward, refusing to back down. “You said that you don't believe in anything, and...and that's not true.” Dean looked inside the office, trying to push away what was being said. “That's not you.” With a dark scowl, Dean jerked open the door. Annoyed that he'd expected a bit more glam at that place. He could have gotten away faster. “You...You do believe in things.” Sam rushed to follow. “You do believe in people. That's who you are. That's what you do.” The desk forced him to stop. Sam didn't. Dean's eyes shut, asking for the patience he'd never had. “I know you're in a dark place, and I...” His heart was breaking all over again. “I just wanna help.”

“Okay,” It wasn't something he could avoid. So, he turned to his younger brother. “Look,” He hated the hopeful look on Sam's face in that moment. “I...I've been down this road before, and I fought my way back. I will fight my way back again.”

“How?” Came the pointed question. Dean wasn't thrilled with the response and the look on his face reflected that.

“Same way I always do,” Sam's head shook, saying that wasn't enough of an answer. So, Dean did what he did best. Resorted to the three 'B's. “Bullets, bacon, booze.” His fingers ticked each one off with love. With that, he slammed his hand on the bell. No longer having the patience to deal with what he'd been given. If he'd been home, he'd have had the fourth 'B', too. Boobs. “A lotta booze.” A sigh left his lips.

–

“Hey,” Your voice was a little too upbeat for you to be happy with it. Jack simply gave you an unimpressed side eye. Kid was catching on quick. With slightly narrowed eyes, you pushed his face away teasingly. Earning a smile. “What's up, Dean?”

“Sam's driving me nuts,” He muttered, glancing towards the bathroom where his brother was prepping for the night out. “He's tryin' to get me to go to a strip club. Can you believe that?”

“So, why are you talking to me?” You crossed your legs as the half angel boy left the room to refill the ice cream bowls. Giving you a moment of privacy. “Go out, Dean. Let loose.”

“Are...” Dean's voice cracked a bit, before he straightened it back up with a little throat clearing action. “Are you messing with me right now?” He sounded positively mad. It only made you grin. “Cause if you are, I'll have you know that it's not nice to-”

“Dean,” The calmness in your voice made him go silent. “Go out with your brother. Let off some steam. It'll be good for you.”

“What kind of mate are you?” The accusation in his voice made you bite back a full blown laugh. An over dramatic huff followed. “Well?”

“The kind who knows that you've been too wrapped up with life here at the bunker,” The slightly broken note had Dean frowning into his cell phone. Realizing that you were serious. “Just...go. Let loose. I won't hold it against you.” Yet, part of you wished that he wouldn't. The piece of him that resided in your mark. “Go be a normal person for a night, Dean...it's okay.”

“What're you two doing?” Dean changed the conversation, unable to sit on the tension. Hated the brokenness that he'd accidentally drawn forth.

“Eating our weight in ice cream.” You answered honestly. Rubbing over your stomach. Knowing the gut ache that would follow. “Jack wanted to try chick flicks. He's trying to see why you hate them so much.”

“Is he figuring it out?” The wince was audible, turning your mood back upwards.

“Yeah,” The laugh that escaped you bubbled through him. Making him lighter than he'd hoped it could. “He's not a fan of anything Nicholas Sparks. Figured I'd give him the ultimate experience.”

“You're a cruel woman, Y/N.” The older Winchester tsked into his phone. Cruel enough to not give him anything he didn't ask for. “So, it's good, then?”

“What'd you expect, Dean?” The fuzzy, disabling little voice came over the speaker again. “We're good. Jack's impatient for you two to get back. Every five minutes, he has a different question. It's cute.”

“And you?” He wanted to know what you were feeling. Needed to know if it was as one sided as he feared.

“What about me?” It was back. That breathy little note that made his knees weak. His brain pictured the way your lip twitched when you tried to hold back a smile. Wondering if it was doing it, then.

“Do you want us back home?” The gravely question settled into your gut. “Do you miss me, yet?”

“Go have fun, Dean...” Was the only response you could come up with. “I'll see you soon.”

You ended the call before he could respond. Truth was you did miss him. More than you'd expected. It wasn't just the mark. There was something about him, in himself, that was starting to draw you in.

“You're falling in love with him,” Jack stated from the doorway. Making your head jerk up.

“I think you've been watching too much romance, Jack.” Your voice held no steel, though. He wasn't buying it. “How 'bout we switch it up a bit?”

“Like what?” He let you slide. Not wanting to hurt you, on accident.

“Let's try some action.” You turned your mind away from your mate. Too afraid that Jack was right. It would be all too easy for you to give your heart away to the older Winchester.

The next morning, you woke up to video of Dean on your phone. He was out cold; snoring loudly from the booze that was splashed across the tan carpet, no doubt. Still in his wrinkled, well worn FBI suit from the day before. His tie wrapped into a bow around his forehead. Sunglasses just above it. A frilly pink bra around his neck. Using his shoe as a pillow. What appeared to be a rope whip in his hand. You weren't truly sure if you were honest.

Disappointment saturated everything else. On some level, you'd hoped that he would have turned it down. With a sigh that said you should have known better, you tossed your phone. Curling more into your blankets. Your stomach taking the expected hit from the sugar overdose you'd experienced the night before.

You got through the day. You weren't exactly sure how, if you were honest. When you could finally settle in for another late night binge session, you couldn't have been happier. Being left alone with Jack was both rewarding and exhausting all bundled into one. Not in a negative way. Simply made you appreciate full time parents all the more. As the images flaunted across the screen, you couldn't help but to wonder what Sam and Dean were doing.

–

“I think it might be another ghost,” Sam stated as doors slammed. The glass from a photo exploded as it hit the ground.

“I think there's a lot,” Dean returned. The air around them both was freezing. They'd taken down the doctor. Light bulbs shattered as the energies surged forward. Coming towards the men rapidly. “Let's go! Go!”

“We need a doctor,” A woman's voice whispered frantically as they hit the stairs. Joined by a man's. Over and over, the phrase was thrown into the air. “Where is the doctor?”

Dean was breathing hard as they entered the landing that was filled with beds. “They're asking for the doc.” It all came together, then.

“These must be the people he killed,” Sam winced at the realization. One spook was bad enough. An army of them? Hell was easier. Their flashlights moving across the room, checking for any apparitions.

“Well, if they're ghosts, then why can't we see them?” The older brother challenged. Looking for answers to explain what was happening.

“Maybe they're not strong enough to pierce the veil,” The younger shot back. More bulbs exploding as they were discovered. Beds aimed sharply at them by the furious spirits.

“Yeah, but they're strong enough to kill us?” The shouted question was thrown out as they ended up on the move, again.

“Great.” Sam followed Dean down the stairs. Not much more impressed with the turn the night had taken.

“You know what,” His breath was labored but he didn't slow. “Those bodies have gotta be buried in the house somewhere.” The next landing was met. The house larger than it looked from the outside.

“Okay, so we check it top to bottom.” Sam was ever logical, even when there was an unknown amount of spirits calling for their heads. Dean, knew better. Slamming the bag he'd been carrying to the ground, he started looking for the items he'd learned to keep in stock.

“There's no time.” He replied, feeling his fingers brush across the case.

“What are you doing?” Sam's head jerked down to see what his brother was planning. The house vibrating in years of once contained rage.

“I'm gonna find out where these bodies are buried.” That couldn't have been more vague.

“So?”

“So, I'm gonna ask 'em.” Dean moved all the junk out of the way to bring the needed items to the top.

“What? How?” The case was thick, green, rectangular, and old. However, it held what they needed.

“Easy.” The lid snapped open under the light. Two large needles rested inside, filled with white liquid. “One needle stops the heart, and the other one starts it up again.” Dean lifted the one out and then looked up at Sam. Instantly, his brother started protesting. “Look, we can't talk to them on this side of the veil, so I'm gonna go to the other side.” Dean boomed, leaving no room for argument. “I'm gonna work my way through all of these Caspers until we find out where this freak hid the bodies.”

“Dean, you're talking about killing yourself!” Sam shouted back. As if it was the first time his brother had made that move.

The cap was removed with his teeth, “Yeah?” It clattered to the ground. “Well, it worked before.”

“That's an insane risk to take.” His voice cracked as he tried to reason. Tried to make Dean see.

“Listen,” Dean cut him off before he could say more. “I need three minutes, okay?”

“D...Don't even...” The needle was pressed in before he could finish. Plunger slammed. Directly below the cardiac muscle. “Dean!” The older brother groaned. The pain harsher than he'd expected. He should have known better. “Dean!” He couldn't hear Sam anymore. Letting out his own little cry. “Hey!” Down he went, rolling to his side. “Damn it!” He took the two steps and landed beside his brother.

Dean was inconsolable. Gasping for air as his body shook. Fighting against the drug that was killing him without meaning to. Sam tried using his voice to calm the dying. It was useless. Dean didn't hear a thing until he stopped moving. His head bumping across the ground.

Sam rolled him over. Checking his pulse as Dean watched on from the side. Running his hands over his non-physical body. Being a spirit was weird, but it wasn't the first time. He knew just what to do. His eyes landed on the stairs and he was on his way.

“Hey! Ghost dude!” Dean called out, moving after the other entity. Each step jarring out another 'hey'. “Hey, wait up, pal.”

“Hello,” A woman's voice stopped Dean. Reapers. He'd forgotten about them if he was honest with himself. “My name is Jessica and I'm here to lead you to your next life.” The bubbly red head smiled at him. So sure in her quest.

“Yeah,” He didn't have time for the game. “Hi, Dean.” He introduced himself, looking her directly in the eyes. “Little busy right now.” His ghost friend was getting away. “Yo!” He was on the move again.

“Oh god,” She followed him with her gaze. Comprehension was always less than pleasant when a reaper ran into a Winchester.

Meanwhile, Sam checked his watch. Twenty one seconds had gone by. He grabbed the salt, circling it around the body to be safe as the storm outside raged on. Another step that had been forgotten. He was cursing Dean all the while. Then, his phone rang. Jack.

“Hey, Jack. Now really isn't a good time-” He didn't get a chance to say more. The blood curdling scream on the other end cut him off. “Jack? What's goin' on?” The young boy didn't answer. Shouting in panic as he dropped the phone. Begging you in the distance to stop hurting yourself. The specifics getting lost over the agonized cries. “Oh my god.” He breathed out, looking at Dean's corpse. The mark darkening his throat beneath the flashlight's gaze. “What did you do?”

“Hey!” Dean called out. Loudly. Impatiently. “Hey, wait up!” He was getting tired of the chase. He had things to do. Like getting back home to the warm body in his bed. Luckily, he seemed to have cornered the guy. “Hey, do you, uh...” Then, the spirit vanished through the fireplace. “Oh, come on!”

“I know you,” A male voice stated from behind him. Dean turned to see the boy they'd been looking for. “Shawn.”

“You're the FBI man from my house.” Blood coated the shirt. A bandage stuck to his temple. There was no saving the child. Even on his hunt, he was failing. “You're dead, too?”

“I, uh...” What did one say in that situation? Dean didn't really know, so he improvised. “Yeah.” He decided to go with the technical truth. “What happened to you?” He took a few steps towards the boy. Concern dancing on his face.

“The man with the drill. He was in my room.” He stared blankly as he talked. Traumatized even after it was all sone.

“The doc...he possessed you, and he killed you.” Dean finished for him.

“I...I...I couldn't stop it.” Fear was heard then. Remembering how it all ended. “He said I'd feel better, but....I just...” His voice broke, then. “I miss my mom.”

“Shawn,” Dean's throat grew tight. Regret filling him. “I should've...” His words caught inside of him. “I'm so sorry.”

“Evan's here, too.” As if that made it better. “We can't leave. We...Why can't we leave?”

“I know you're scared, okay?” Dean moved forward, slowly. “But, I'm gonna help you. I'm going to help you get out of here.”

“Help me go home?” The weak voice questioned.

“Help you go to a better place.” It was all he could promise. Home no longer existed for him. Something Dean would live with for the remainder of his life. “But, I need you to tell me...The doc, where did he put your body?” As soon as he had the answer, he was bolting up the stairs. Calling for Sam. As if he could actually hear him. “Let's do this.”

His brother was checking his watch, needle in hand. The phone in his ear was blasting with indecipherable sounds. Loud, whatever they were. The beeper went off. Signaling the end of the game.

“All right,” Sam whispered, rubbing at Dean's chest a little before pushing the needle in with a heavy grunt. The plunger shoved it deep into the cold body. He threw the syringe to the ground, leaning over the empty vessel.

“Come on,” Dean was impatiently waiting. Chanting the phrase as he watched for some kind of sign.

“Dean,” Sam was watching his face. Patting his arm. “Dean?” Nothing. A paw landed across his chest. “Hey! Dean!”

“Why is it not working?” Dean asked himself. Watching in disbelief. Sam grew more frantic, then. Patting and shaking the body as if it would all magically solve the problem.

“Hey, Dean.” A female voice sounded. His eyes left the scene in front of him, turning to the top of the stairs. There she stood.

“Billie.” He hadn't been scared before. Simply in disbelief. But seeing her there set it off.

“We need to talk.”

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