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⠀⠀ 〝 you’re searching for jesus in these 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 halls, bitter blood behind your teeth. heaven help us, says your 𝐮𝐧𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐲 mouth … i don’t know where darkness ends &͟ you 𝖇𝖊𝖌𝖎𝖓. 〞
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head tilted slightly, leaning against fridge door & beer forgotten about for now. best not be impaired if he had to leave again. besides, he could use a little distraction from his hunt for dean.
𝘢 𝘣𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦? those words rung in his ear & sam wanted to laugh. when wasn’t it a bad time? dull hues watched her for a moment longer before shaking his head at her last question, “ what can i do for you, katherine? “
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“ katherine … pierce. you don’t know me — not yet. ” her wide-eyed look mirrored her doppelgänger’s innocence. if she were human these days, she’d make a fine actress. “ but i know you, hunter. ₊ …
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& that fact made his skin crawl. then again, it’d been a few days since he’d been home —— could’ve easily been a friend of his mom’s, or another hunter. “ that’s my name, yes. “ comes his confirmation. “ sorry —— who’re you? “
felt the new presence the second she started speaking, swiveling from his position at the fridge to stand at full height. brow raised in question —— trying to recall if he’d seen her before. 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨.
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katherine waited in the dark for the hunter——a bold move, to say the least. but he still had no idea what she really was. and what better tool to get rid of those pesky, unwelcome vampires than a hunter with a grudge? ₊ …
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half of a smile formed — taking in the sight of one of their oldest friends from where he leaned ‘gainst countertop, beer in hand. “ didn’t know you were stopping by. “ not that he cared. they’d told ana she was more than welcome
ana came walking into the kitchen of the bunker from another hallway opening—– face basically buried in her grimoire she had opened.
she was unaware that anyone else was in the bunker. the winchester's gave her full permission to ( + )
𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘶𝘯. a swift pop with the bottle opener before the beer is brought to his lips, turning to face john, relaxed. “ nothin’ i can’t handle. “ a demon collecting early on deals for a few poor souls.
shoulders tense at the intruder — brows furrowing the second he registers who the voice belonged to. the nearly empty fridge had a frown pulling at his features before sam stands to his full height. 𝘩𝘦’𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵’𝘥𝘰 𝘢
John wasn't good with parties, with showing feelings or even speaking about them —— maybe that's why Dean was the way he was.
Point is, he slowly entered the kitchen, blue eyes watching Sam as he went to the fridge.
“How was it ?”
The hunt, he meant.
party, but met with silence. 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦. temporarily brushing the feeling away, the hunter made his way to kitchen. duffle & flask left on the table as he snags a beer from the fridge.
returning to a quiet & rather empty bunker felt wrong —— a gnawing in sam’s gut told him something was off. quietly, the youngest son entered through the garage, duffle bag over shoulder & flask in hand. half expecting a welcoming