Witches of Wayward

We are the Witches of the #WaywardVerse...

Many of us aim to be free of serving demons.

(Supernatural RP, Canon up to 6.13)

[Witches of Wayward @TheWitchesWV]

@imanaquarius @S0GetThis @0hYouBetcha [mixing in with her blood.]

[Witches of Wayward @TheWitchesWV]

@imanaquarius @S0GetThis @0hYouBetcha [In the middle of casting her next spell, white-hot agony hits as a force bends her forward, clapping against her back. Malorie straightens up briefly, confused as her gaze drops down to her chest, the stain of crimson as her life drains from her, dribbles of purple potion >

[Witches of Wayward @TheWitchesWV]

@S0GetThis @0hYouBetcha @imanaquarius [Sitting up, Malorie McMurtry's face is contorted in an ugly snarl. She waves one hand, tossing Sam and...whoever this new person is.. straight into a wall. Standing up quickly, she walks towards them, lifting them both several inches towards the ceiling.]

[Witches of Wayward @TheWitchesWV]

@S0GetThis @0hYouBetcha @imanaquarius [As the bullets slam into McMurtry's chest, the tendrils of green light connecting her fingers to Dean's head go dim, the chain she had magically binding him going limp, releasing.]

[Witches of Wayward @TheWitchesWV]

@0hYouBetcha @imanaquarius @S0GetThis [Dean's knees hit the mud, the cold, wet seeping into his jeans, body granted a brief reprieve. His arms are holding something. Sam, kneeling in front of him, his eyes rolling back in his head. Cold Oak.]

[Witches of Wayward @TheWitchesWV]

@S0GetThis @imanaquarius [Malorie brushes the beads of sweat from Dean's forehead as he relives his own painful death, bleeding out, going into shock. "But this was just the start, right?"

Dean falls deeper. He's bound. On Alastair's table.]

[Witches of Wayward @TheWitchesWV]

@imanaquarius @S0GetThis [comforting Dean, even though he looks so scared, so scared.]

[Witches of Wayward @TheWitchesWV]

@imanaquarius @S0GetThis [It hits Dean in the face like a punch. It is a punch. From the archangel possessing his brother. Again and again, the bones of his face are crushed, until that hand holds still. And then his baby brother walks to the edge of a black hole opening up in the ground, >

[Witches of Wayward @TheWitchesWV]

@S0GetThis @imanaquarius [It seemed empty --- until a flame shoots out from the ceiling and a small lizard-like body falls to the floor, growling in an unknown language as its scaly hand reaches out to begin counting.]

[Witches of Wayward @TheWitchesWV]

@ImStillYourMan @imanaquarius @S0GetThis [But she has her fiery salamander buddy on hand too. The boys bring two kinds of ammo. So does she. This used to be a manufacturing plant, with rooms for each aspect of the supply chain. In some areas, it seems mazelike. It suits her purposes just fine.]

[Witches of Wayward @TheWitchesWV]

@ImStillYourMan @imanaquarius @S0GetThis [Cement walls, cement floors, and strips of lights everywhere, the large growhouse for flowers that Malorie has established herself in smells strongly of decaying plant matter. Plenty of places for a spriggan to hide, even if you can have eyes on them.>