#iv. ' * ♱ . 𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙴 . ◞ : supernatural . '
@guiltye ( 𝙳𝙴𝙰𝙽 ) asked ❛ Okay. Yes, sir. I’ll perfectly calibrate my tone as I tell you to go fuck yourself. ❜
MOVEMENTS HALT IN KITCHEN OF MOTEL DUE TO WORDS, brows furrowing as body turns to face hunter they had grown used to after months of sticking around — staying was never in mind, was never the plan when it came to running into the winchesters two years ago, but here they were, throwing together a meal with a shitty pan on a shitty stove in the wee hours of the morning, only to be snapped at by the man they have grown the closest to out of the brothers. eyes flicker to look over the annoyed countenance adoring his face, leaning against dirty countertop that was in dire need of cleaning to allow him to finish his tantrum, ❝ are you done now, child I didn’t know I was raising ? you can make this breakfast yourself, y’know ? ❞ head tilts after sentence comes to an end, grabbing the coffee brewing in the pot to pour dean a cup, taking the smallest sip before he could grab it, ❝ wow, so delicious, maybe I’ll keep this cup for myself and you can make your own, засранец ❞
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@sarahbraeden continued from here !
DARK EYES FLICK UP TO BORE INTO THE SOUL OF ONE DIRTY BLONDE, lip twitching to show sharp grin , one that 𝙧𝙞𝙥𝙨 𝙖𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙨𝙩 you could have in her as hunter leans back against cafe chair, throwing arm over the back of it while foot kicks out to push chair out, silently telling the girl to sit down and join them for a bit to have a conversation. they weren’t surprised . . okay, maybe a little, to see the woman in front of them — 𝚂𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙷 𝙲𝙰𝙼𝙴𝚁𝙾𝙽 𝙱𝚁𝙰𝙴𝙳𝙾𝙽 in the flesh, asking for their help, telling them they had a job ? how surprising in their eyes . .
it wasn’t often that people came to ask you for personal jobs, morana, wasn’t it ? you were jumping out of your seat, 𝙫𝙞𝙗𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙚𝙭𝙘𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩 just to hear what could be awaiting you — were you gonna be paid ? or was this free ? were you gonna kill someone . . or something ? or was this woman no fun at all ? and with the smirk on her face, you couldn’t help but mirror it, folding your 𝔤𝔯𝔦𝔪𝔢𝔶 𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔰 in front of you, itching to grab onto your very own weapon and run out to complete the task you were given
❝ oh ? is that so ? pray tell, braeden . . what the hell do you need so bad that you had to come to me for it ? ❞ fingers tap rhythmically on table, hand gasping onto coffee mug only to take the smallest sip, 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚙𝚜 as chuckle falls out of them, ❝ I couldn’t have been your first choice, right ? but if I was . . that’s so cute, you’re desperate for someone to complete this little job and I’m the only competent one to complete it well. 𝙮𝙤𝙪’𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙣𝙛𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙮 𝙚𝙜𝙤, 𝙨𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩 ❞
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@guiltye continued from here !
HAND GRIPS TIGHTER AROUND COLORLESS MUG FULL OF STEAMING COFFEE, face stoic of any expression as eyes bore deep into whatever soul is left in the 𝔴𝔦𝔫𝔠𝔥𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔪𝔞𝔫 sitting in front of them. to sit here in front of them both, quiet and unmoving, was something different to all three of them — they hated them, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎 and they hated how they took all the glory . . so why were they here and why haven’t they gotten up and left yet ?
we know why, don’t we morana ? you’re lonely, you crave attention no matter who gives it to you. this line of work leaves you pondering who’ll be with you 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔡𝔦𝔢, and you don’t want to be alone, right ? but you’ll never tell anyone you want to be around these two, you’ll never tell them that you want to follow them on whatever case they take up next — because you’re too scared of the 𝐫𝐞𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 you might face, because you’re too scared of showing any other feeling other than anger.
❝ you know, 𝙳𝙴𝙰𝙽, it’s a miracle you haven’t been shot dead yet with how much you run your mouth but . . ❞ voice clips as they take their last few sips of the coffee in their hand, humming from the bitter taste on their tongue as they shrug. maybe he should’ve gotten up the moment they moved the left over liquid around in the cup, 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 before throwing the coffee on him, smashing the ceramic mug over his head afterward out of pure anger and hatred for this “horrible excuse” here, ❝ sam, I need you to get up, 𝙸’𝚖 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚔𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛’𝚜 𝚊𝚜𝚜 in the parking lot and you’re gonna watch me do it ❞
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