@FiercestGrit “Boyfriend clothes? I haven’t gone clothes shopping in forever. Bye, Jo.”
He shook his head as he walked into the bunker, to where he could begin gathering his things.
@FiercestGrit “I will definitely do that. Be there within the hour. Better bring road trip music. Anything that isn’t before 1980. If only you knew what dean makes me listen to.”
A second laugh escaped his lips. He was excited to hunt after a long time of inactivity.
@FiercestGrit “Sounds ghostly to me. Let’s do it. I’ll get a car. Dean won’t let me take his ‘baby’ without him. He can have his way.”
He couldn’t help but laugh after he handed the newspaper back to the blonde.
@FiercestGrit “I think we could work with that. By the way, I’ve been dying to work a case. Dean has been staying in his room and eating cheeseburgers. Please go with me somewhere. Anywhere.”
He chuckled.
@Banshee_Grl The tall hunter was worried that the British men of letters were going to attack again. After all, they had used his own mom to try to defeat the last of the American hunters. It was a constant thought resonating through Sam’s mind. He knew that they had endless
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@HuntingSilence Sam felt as if the words that came out of her mouth were foreign, like he couldn’t understand. How was she okay with it? Did she really feel the same way?
The man leaned in and placed his lips on hers again. This was the only thing that felt right to him.
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He felt his presence become minuscule. His pride wanted to claw its way out of the hole it had dug for itself. The brawn hunter couldn’t believe what was escaping his mouth.
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He knew he had to speak. To explain himself.
“I’m in love with you, Eileen Leahy, and I hate myself because I can’t keep you safe. You deserve someone that can keep you away from all the evil in the world. Someone who can protect you from the madness.”
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Or was it? What time would be good? What is /good/, per se? No... he couldn’t.
.....Or maybe he could?
Yes. Now.
A thousand thoughts flooded the hunter’s mind. He closed his eyes and pressed his lips on the huntress’.
He suddenly pulled away.
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The brute exclaimed, getting more intense with each word. A hint of hatred spewing from his very breath. It was obvious how much he hated the men of letters. He felt as if it was his eternal duty to end monsters, and he very much considered them one.
@HuntingSilence “Well that’s my job, isn’t it? To save people? It is time to fight. We need to gather hunters and kill the last of the British men of letters. This ends now. I will put a bullet in their leader’s head if it’s the last thing I do.”
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