@MaleficHunter > that something is going on.” The words come out in a rush and when I’m finished I inhale deeply, feeling out of breath and panicked. “The worst part is normally we can figure out what’s going on, but something is telling me this won’t be so easy.” Suddenly, I hear a creak on >
@MaleficHunter > have. As the last dregs of coffee in my cup grew cold I finally managed to work up the courage to pick up my phone and search out your contact, pressing the dial button and holding the phone to my ear as the dial tone seemingly rang forever. Part of me hoped that you wouldn’t >
@MaleficHunter > its beckoning and continue on to brew coffee, taking a seat at the table as I take a careful sip. My phone rests on the counter, charging in its holder, and I feel the familiar itch in my fingers to dial up my brother’s number. But would he even want to hear from me?
@MaleficHunter > when I’d told him I was through hunting, but now, guilt eats at me. It’s always been /us/, as a team. That’s how us Winchesters work best. On my way to the kitchen, I pass the cabinet where Karlie and I keep the liquor, and the bottle of Jack calls out to me, but I ignore >
Hello! Not new Dean Winchester, looking for a #Sam and other #Supernatural RPers! Shoot me a mention or DM if anyone is up to plot! Looking to RP again.