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[MWR] Kindred: The Embraced quote

[Follows THIS. Only binding on

likely_evil.]

“I'm alone. The only thing that eases the pain of loneliness is family. The irony of my kind.”

“Son of a bitch.”

“Does he always swear like that?”

“Unfortunately.”

Two voices, both male. One was Castiel, one was a man he didn’t recognize, and for the moment, his head was throbbing far too much to care. He kept his eyes closed, one hand coming up to cover them with a groan, while the other managed to grab a hold of whoever had just placed their hands on his shoulders. It wasn’t really to hold him down, and he realized that much when he felt one of them come up and circle his wrist, pulling the hand away gently.

“Lemme see.”

“Gina?”

“Who else would it be?” came the smart response delivered in a thick accent. “Just lemme see.”

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[MWR] The Abyss quote

[Set in

wayward_au, between where we deviate from canon, and where the game picks up. Sam =

likely_evil. All other characters featured herein are NPCs.]

“Luck is not a factor.”

Dean was royally fucked.

He had been out in Colorado, going into year six of hunting without Sam. It didn’t get any better, any time he said it, thought it, or did anything of the like, but it was what they needed to do. Dean didn’t like that Sam was using his powers to keep him alive, and Sam seemed to think that them going at this alone was the way to do things, so Dean just kept doing what he did best—hunting where he could find the hunts—and he let Sam and that bitch do what they needed to do, or felt they needed to do. In fact, Dean was starting to get to the point where he didn’t care and didn’t want to know, which was really saying something, considering how attached he still was to his brother, and how much hunting alone killed him inside, but Dean knew that he didn’t have the time to care about things like that.

Especially since this hunt was literally killing him. It was rather ironic, actually. Sam was off trying to save him from demons and hellhounds, and Dean was going to meet his untimely end at the hands of a seriously pissed off poltergeist.

His partners on this one had taken the hex bags to the floors above and below him, and Dean had taken the first floor. He had done pretty well so far, managing to get it into the first three corners without incident, but when he reached the fourth in the kitchen he’d run into a problem of the knife wielding variety. The damn thing had thrown him back against the kitchen cabinets, and Dean could feel the blood seeping out of the knife slice on his chest. It wasn’t deep, he cold tell that much, but it was long and it was bleeding like crazy and hurt like a bitch when he curled onto himself, using his back to protect where he was injured. It was a reflexive instinct, he knew it wasn’t smart, but it was better than nothing. Where the hell were—

“Sonuvabitch, Dean.”

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[MWR] Dead Poets Society quote

[Set back while Sam was at Stanford. Backstory with two NPCs of mine, because Dean decided he wanted to have it.]

“We're not laughing at you - we're laughing near you.”

“Dean. Don’t move.”

Twenty-three year-old Dean did as he was told and froze. This was originally supposed to have been his first solo hunt, but once he got there, Noah and Gina seemed to be the experts on the subject, so he was going to let it go. They were willing to have him tag along and learn, however, which as far as he was concerned wasn’t a bad thing. He had never heard of a kappa before now, and if he had to come up against one again, now he would know what he was doing.

…He still didn’t know what he was doing.

A lot of the things they said didn’t make any sense, but then again, kappas didn’t make a whole lot of sense either. Mischievous troublemakers with an appetite for small children and cucumbers (Dean didn’t ask, he wasn’t sure he wanted to know). But he’d seen the damage the thing had done, and he was just as up for stopping it as the other two were—so when the two of them cornered him in the diner a few weeks earlier.

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