Posts by Heroes Requiem

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  • ~αℓℓ ι ωαηт ƒσя ¢няιѕтмαѕ ιѕ уσυ~ {p}

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    "I just umm.. Talk to this person here, right..?" *Taps mic* "Oh! Umm.. Hi, I'm ugh.. My name's Dustin Caputo and I am umm.. Sixteen years old.. Hey, why am I doing this again..?" "Hey..? Ow! Okay, fine! Goodness.." *sigh* " I am sixteen years old.. What? I already said that? Well what do expect me to be frickin' perfect?! You know what, I'm going I-I mean it!" "..." "Oh, oh I'm sorry I didn't mean to hurt your feelings.. What? Fine.. I'm sorry.." *sigh* "Well, I don't know what else to say so I guess I'll let the narrator wrap this up... I'm going to umm.. Go now.." *exhale* "Yeah.."


    Ooookay, so I see you met Dustin Caputo or in other words, Dusty. Yeah, he earns that name from highschool since he sweeps the competetion always off their feet! In basketball that is. Yes, he's not too good at any other sport unfortunately. He means well always, unlike that random little outburst throughout the interview but that's to be expected.


    You see, he isn't exactly the most social of human beings so when he's put under pressure into socializing - even if it's with a stupid chunk of technology.. - he wounds up freaking out a little, but after a few moments the young man will realize his faults and quickly clean them up afterwards. Being fit on being the nicest he can to people, it isn't impossible for Dustin to loose his temper, no matter how small. But that's enough from me since I can see the little bugger beginning to loose his patience, so I'll go. Pleasure meeting you and on with the show!


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    From his bedroom, the ebony haired form paced to and fro before the double paned window before him, the transparent sheen to the outside world beyond frosted at the slight around the corners as though the winter cold had danced patterns across the see-through matter. Staring out it once calming himself down briefly, Dustin's gaze fell upon his cellphone that rested just inches away from the window he stood idle at, wondering if he should call up a buddy of his but at the thought, restricted himself from doing so.


    You see, he has something called anxiety so whenever he isn't sure of something, or is profusely worried than it really begins to itch at the adolescent whenever he hasn't been taking the medication perscribed for his well-being by Doctor. Murphy. Running a shaky hand through the thick of his night dark hued locks, Dustin threw his form weightlessly onto the tough shape of his bed, the sheets mangled from last nights sleeping turmoil and the poor condition of the mattress said to be replaced sometime within the hour. But still, that's no what itched at his patience.


    The day before, he and a friend - a very close friend to him - had been out late partying. Sure, the youngster didn't seem like the party-hard kind of guy but, said friend had managed to convince him into joining them for the evenings fun events. Maybe he had a little bit too much of alcohol and passed out, only to reawaken in the midst of his dwelling with the nights activities still fresh in the presence of his mind asides from the fogginess of hangover. The problem was that Dustin had no knowledge at all of what happened to Henri, the friend he went out partying with and that's what bothered him greatly.


    The past hour, he has consistently called and messaged to see if the other was alright. That wasn't the only problem however.. His parents, Umbridge and Oscar Caputo are in somewhat of a financial pickle, if you will which leaves young Dustin in the middle of their constant bickery and arguments. He wanted to move out, or for at least just a little while until things blow over and go back to the way things were before. With Christmas just around the corner, and his nerves acting up it was rare to see a smile genuine and pure upon his soft thin lips.


    Would this Christmas.. Be any better..?


    Ooc: Oh goodness, you're going to have to excuse this horrid post. I was so excited to do this, that I just rushed through. Hopefully in the future, I won't be so lame. :/
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  • Anyone wanna do a BxB Rp?:)

    Excellent! I have a plot that's based on a dare that ends up turning into love. Also as a note, I'm no good at being the dominant so if you can.. Then could you be the one who's dared to hook up with my character? Before I ramble on, here's the plot that I propose.


    Your character and his friends love to taunt and mess with one another with dares and pranks until this one that just goes over the line. You're dared to ask out the schools loser, Umbridge Jepherson. When you do, you're not surprised that it turns out he's pansexual at all. Now there's a twist to this dare, there's no chickening out or breaking up with him right off the bat. The dare will last until christmas day comes to an end. But, do you want to break up with him after all the time you've spent together?


    It stinks, I know.. ;-;

  • ~αℓℓ ι ωαηт ƒσя ¢няιѕтмαѕ ιѕ уσυ~ {p}

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    [align=center]Ooc: You think so? Thanks.. I appreciate that, and I'll try my best to not post so much. :-[


    Come to think of it, it wasn't often that Dustin smiled anymore. It wasn't because he's sad or depressed or anything, but in a way I suppose he was or is, rather. There has been no traumatic experience enough to do this to the young man, but then again the answer could just rest behind the solemn look lingering behind hazel duo orbs. He will compliment, and pull a joke but hasn't really smiled. Maybe it's because he hasn't really found anything to make him do so. We may never know.


    Letting out a silent huff of air to try and content the nerves rising in his pounding heart, a gaze glued determinedly to the sleek ebony blackberry that rested softly in the palm of his hand, awaiting for its tone to ring and possibly scare his form into jumping, and as though then on cue the familiar ring to one of his greatest companions ever known, began to play.
    Something twitched at his lips, a smile perhaps but he'd never admit it. Without second thought, he answered the call with a confident expression and spoke evenly into the microphone, "Henry? Is that you? Thank goodness you're okay. You see, I remember nothing of last night, or, or that you drove me home and I was worried and-and, yeah.." The tone came out the exact opposite of, 'even'. Every word expressed with an identifiable worry cocooning his candy-sweet voice.
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  • Anyone wanna do a BxB Rp?:)


    [font=times new roman]Goody! Would you like me to create the thread? (Pardon for absence.. Holidays are important to me as a free-time thing).

  • ~αℓℓ ι ωαηт ƒσя ¢няιѕтмαѕ ιѕ уσυ~ {p}

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    [align=center]Dustin's head fell against the cool solid stature of the lemon-yellow wall, - which come to think of It, he hated - his mind wandering and too bothered to care that he banged it a little harder than attempted. Listening to the masculinity of his friend answer his rapid and rather pathetic fluctuation in tone, Dusty felt the rapid pounding of artery against bone begin to settle to a shallow, functional beat. Running a hand through the dark mix of spruce-brown strands, letting a sigh slip through the parted frown of his lips, "Oh, okay.." Dusty murmured with a short breath, looking out the window to the silver void of a world beyond, the hazy vortex of flurries and white blankets just beyond grasping the young mans attention briefly before he shoved the distraction aside.


    Pushing himself off the wall, Dustin remembered that he doesn't recall responding to how he 'felt' which in all honesty, he wasn't fit presently to answer, "I'm umm.. I'm fine, I guess... You..?" The brunette asks, hazel eyes glaring to the shadows that pass just beyond the white-wash door to the hall where his mother and father were probably retreating to argue.. Typical.[color=white][size=6pt][c]Night_pelt[/size]
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  • яιѕєη ƒяσм ρєя∂ιтιση (вχв-ραƒρ)

    Ooc: Long response due to my length absence. My apologies. I will also write in first person too. I am looking forwards to the next episode. *scree*


    Something fairly faint - and unrecognizable - flutters within my chest, and I immediately suppress it by taking a - less than necessary - step away from the Winchester. I had known about this, 'personal space' issue conflict with Dean for many months yet apparently I never quite grasped the context of the definable reason to the word that presently was meaningless to me. But then again, I too shared these conflictions with others before. It wasn't a good feeling to have another intrude one's 'bubble' as Dean puts it occasionally.


    Letting out a silent huff of air, I soundlessly accept the clothes from being tossed and wait until he too takes a step so I could shut the door. Not considering changing in my chamber was necessary, I locked the door behind me and let out a much needed breath to begin dressing myself completely.



    It wasn't until Sam had knocked on the door to my bedroom that I wanted seclusion. Perhaps it could be because for the first time in my knowledge and presence that something for once was actually.. My own. The word floated in my heart and I was reminded of what Dean had mentioned of freedom a few years ago. The temptation to pursue that hope had been dim then, but over time I had dawned upon me that the man I had reconstructed - every single inch of his body from marrow to memory - had a point. Thus the rebellion of my obedience to heaven and now to the fall of my once-brethren.. I felt shame to the choice of wording but brushed off after I was snapped out of my daze from yet another knock, this time a voice intruding my thoughts,
    "Cas? You alright in there? Lunch's ready." At first I am slightly taken aback by the time reference to food-consumption and was tempted to ask if the tall man was ill or something but then I remembered that shortly after my shower, I hadn't bothered to come out. Drawn every single object within the room, I had ran my hands across it for no good reason at all. Maybe it is - as I mentioned before - a taste of something that was actually, mine. The word felt strange to be said aloud, but it was true. Hell, even this body wasn't mine to begin with. The angel blade which hid so cleverly up the sleeve to my trench coat was one aspect that had actually belonged to me. Me.. Castiel.. Angel of the lord.. It seemed painful to hold that title, knowing that I no longer was an angel.


    Closing my eyes, I shake my head to and fro and call out with a stable tone to the younger Hunter,
    "Yes, I will be out shortly. Letting out a breath, I figured he had taken a hint and disappeared elsewhere for the time being. Putting on a non-conflicted expression upon unbreakable features, I retreat from the seclusion of my den.

  • More than just a Profound Bond (pafp)

    "Umm.. Hello, my name is Castiel and I am an angel of the lord.. So, I just a little over five years ago was sent out from the plains of Heaven to retrieve the man of prophecy. Otherwise known as the Righteous man. His name is Dean Winchester, bound to the pits of Perdition until I just over half a decade ago, raised him from Perdition.
    "Over the years of knowing he and his brother, Sam. We have grown closer and closer, regarding my sympathies to the brothers increasingly more frequently than those to Heaven. I've rebelled, fallen and now here I am waiting.. Waiting for something, but I am not of what my patience seeks.
    They had always told me I was different, and that my fate was destined to shift over the years upon gaining familiarity from the two Hunters. I can't even deign my brethren as family, or anything associated to Heaven at all. Sometimes, I question who I was most loyal to, in the beginning."

  • Destiel RP?

    It's more than just some profound bond


    Here are some plots for a Destiel RP. Before we get to plotting or creating a thread thing together, I want you to know that I only am good or familiar with playing as Castiel. But if you absolutely CANNOT play Dean, I will try my best for you. :-*



    1. Castiel has fallen yet again but this time it may possibly be for good. Being human and susceptible to all human vulnerabilities and weaknesses leave Cas to fend for himself until stumbling across the Winchesters in a hunt, quite literally. It seems that the ex-angels luck has changed since Sam and Dean had just rescued him from being murdered by his once-own-kind. Now that they're altogether again, the blue eyed man has looked up to Dean for guidance, advice and help in all the mortal necessities.
    {Angst, romance, comfort, hurt, friendship, family - all the kinds of genres involved. Human!cas along with temporary Angel-Sam}




    2. What if you were to hear that, angels were watching over you?
    Well a little over a day ago Dean Winchester and his brother Sam would have snorted in disbelief, but how can they explain the hurdling streak of fire that plummets from the heavens to crash into the field next to their shared country farmhouse. Sam the logical one and a lawyer can't think of any other answer to this mans species and Dean, first-class special-marine FBI agent thinks the same. Discovering the man that fell from the sky there are the visage of appendages of a hell-ebony dark hue, attached and real.
    Now what do you do when they say that he was sent to become the Winchesters personal Guardian angel?
    {Buttloads of angst, fluffy and slight hints here and there. Destiel AU where the Winchesters are oblivious to what's really beyond}



    3. Third year students Castiel Novak and Dean Winchester have been life-long friends since they were practically in diapers. They can say, 'I love you' without it being awkward until one unexpected kiss from the other due to a dare. Now can these two best-friends brush off the true heritage of their feelings? Or will it just consume them as though never before?
    {Dramatic introduction dun, dun, DUN! Anyways, there is a looong wait for them to finally confess but not as bad as the others. It sets near September and have the genres of; family, friendship, romance, hurt and comfort. Plus the obvious, angst
    A destiel AU}




    4. It's been a little over a year since Sam had disappeared into the pit and Cas who-knows-where after the Leviathan incident. (I hate to jump the gun, but basically Dean attempts suicide but is saved by a familiar entity that he can't see) The next day Dean awakes to find Sammy at his bedside and it only seems logical that it had been a dream, all a very bad dream somehow but that seems too good to be true.
    Sam sets out to track Dean and his saviour, only to find an old friend watching over them as their Guardian angel.
    {ANGST, ANGST, ANGST! It will be a looooong time until anything happens, sorry bros. Dean awakes with the ability to see beyond which means, staring into the true faces of supernatural beings. Even he can perceive the true visage of angels and is able to see their wings}



    5. The battle against the literal d!ck, Dick Roman had begun and now here is Dean and Cas stuck in purgatory. Maybe now as they spend many long months amongst the lands of abomination they can see just how strong this, 'profound bond really is'.
    {Some angst and a lot of violence / gore involved because they ARE slaying monsters left and right after all. Benny is included afterwards, and they eventually will get out.


    Now that you've hopefully checked over some plots, I hope you RP with you. Oh! And also, I ask of you to PLEASE be at least semi-advanced which means.. No one-liners.
    Thanks, darling!


    Because what you share, is pure and strong

  • Destiel RP?

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    *Pokes* you okay, bro? And that's alright, darling I can play as Dean but I feel I may only be suitable of the role in the first scenario where Cas is human and Dean has to practically be the 'mother-hen' to teach him about human necessities and ways, if you will.
    I'm glad that you like them, but would plot number one be okay? We'll be playing more than one character, however. We can decide on who'll be who.
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  • ~αℓℓ ι ωαηт ƒσя ¢няιѕтмαѕ ιѕ уσυ~ {p}

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    [align=center]The snow outside was already sticking, blanketing the world in an impossible ivory void that made the boy cringe. Dustin hated snow, hated winter at that. Christmas wasn't exactly number one on his, 'favorite things' list ether. The holiday just never seemed to work for the Caputo-family household, with yelling and bickering constantly filling the air it made enjoyment of a vacation nearly impossible to look forwards to the year following.
    Shaking the thought of Christmas away, regarding Henry's reply thoughtfully for a moment before responding with sincerity, "That sucks, hope it goes away." He mumbles the words self-consciously, not at all knowing what to say next which is odd since this IS his best friend he's talking to.


    Lately however, Dusty has begun to notice some changes in his friends persona. Though the thought of mentioning never came up, the brunette slowly but surely began to grow suspicious. Dismissing the irrelevant topics that seemed to ambush his mind, The hazel-eyed boy began to take a few steps towards his door with a bag slung over his shoulder, "Hey, I'm coming over there alright? My parents are fighting again, plus I worry what you'll do In the meantime so.. See you in a few?" He asks nonchalantly, already beginning to peel the door back inwards to step out into the racket-filled hallway.


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  • Supernatural - College

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    May I please be Castiel and Balthazar?
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  • ||Supernatural|| Signup



    Name&&
    "Sam Winchester, I thought you'd know that since everything out there seems to"
    Gender&&
    "I expect a question like that from Dean, not you"
    Appearance&&
    Up above, darling
    Sexuality&&
    "It shouldn't really matter whatever gender someone is, as long as they care, right?"
    Crush&&
    "Umm.. No"
    Boyfriend?&&
    "Why does everyone think my brother and I are gay? I-I'm not saying that I would be ashamed of being gay or am not but.. Oh, nevermind!"
    Girlfriend?&&
    "Haven't really gotten the chance, really. Being on the road and all this crap.."
    Kin&&
    "Dean, my brother. Everyone else is pretty much dead"
    Possible ships&&
    Sam/Gabriel , Sam/Lucifer , Sam/Gadreel , Sam/Castiel , Sam/?
    Theme song&&
    Lullaby by: Nickelback
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    Other&&
    You don't mind that I be Sammy.. Right? Also, he may be a little more Sassy than the actual Sam Winchester.. *Giggle* c:

  • Supernatural || Signups || Supernatural


    .:|:. Eremiel || Stefan || O'Leri .:|:.


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    .:|:.A bit about you.:|:.
    Nickname»
    "An abbreviation of my name? No, Eremiel's fine"
    Age»
    "Well being a wavelength of celestial intent leaves no bounds to my real age. However my vessel is roughly about the age of nineteen"
    Body Modifications»
    "Well, being a celestial I have wings but they're unable to be perceived by humans"
    Which side are you on?»
    "Winchester, as father had commanded it be"
    What are you?»
    "I am an angel of the lord"


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    .:|:.Inside Your Beautiful Mind.:|:.
    Personality»
    Eremiel being within Castiel's former garrison and also being one of the youngest meant that the youthful angelic had looked up to his rebelled brother for guidance for many millennia, though not as many as the other angels within said, garrison. However, even though not many angelic are their own person, Eremiel's significant individuality from his other brethren is that his honesty and will comes from the hear, even if said artery doesn't truly belong to he.
    It is in the angels belief that change within all beings, even that in Supernatural abominations is receivable. Being a compassionate being comes with significant weaknesses.
    Unlike many, he had grown fond over the humans and is increasingly more human than many other angelic personnel. His faith is stronger than many others, even when times are grotesque. Being patient and fairly kind, his sympathies as well are much more regarding than the other, 'd!cks' as he had learned from Dean Winchester.
    History»
    Though angels do not harbour necessarily a past, Eremiel being apart of Castiel's garrison means that his presence was there when the battle against Raphael was still in play. He unlike many had not lost faith, even when the older brother had rebelled against heaven, betrayed many and fallen he still held his faith. He has always wondered what it would be like to meet, Sammy and Dean after all the titles they've been dubbed by his brothers and sisters. Some were rather vulgar whereas others complimentary.
    Relationships»
    "I feel that I am indifferent to human 'necessities'"


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    .:|:.Just Those Little Things.:|:.
    Likes»
    "I'd like to be able to dream.. I-It's a silly adoration, but I had always been fascinated in the imagination of humans.
    "I like to think that our father is still out there and is watching over us.. I like to believe that even with everything out there, the world is positive still.."
    Dislikes»
    "I don't like it when someone doesn't listen to me, or that I must repeat myself. I'm patient, no doubt but I can't help but feel.. Irritated?"
    Fears»
    "Holy fire.. I've had awful imaginations of it, it's terrible..
    "I-I'm afraid of falling.. I'm scared that I might loose my faith and I'll.. I'll be alone"
    Lucky Item»
    "I don't have any sort of object that's of sentimental value"

  • Supernatural || Signups || Supernatural

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    Why thank you very much, darling! And I had been regarding the same thing. Everyone should know that pie is everything, correct? xD
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  • Supernatural || Signups || Supernatural

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    Well said, my friend.. Well said and for that, you may have some pie. *gives pie*
    I'll have to look into it intently. c:
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  • remeber that one fandom me: witch one starts listing them

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    I reeaaaaaally want to do this Destiel RP that I made, but I'm being super impatient for someone to reply. Now I feel bad and greedy for thinking that way, *sigh* but nevertheless, you two may have a look at it. It's fairly long, the intro but the gist is pretty much straight forwards.
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    @team free will: I originally posted this on Xanje, but here's the introduction. I expect someone to be able to post long paragraphs when it comes to it, but other than that I don't think it's half that bad.
    It's a Destiel AU.
    @VivianPie: I see what you mean and respect your decision. ^^


    It's roughly fourteen degrees outside with the sun shining and the skies seem to be clear as ever on that day, June seventh as of 2013. It seems like the perfect day to pitch a campfire with your brother and a couple friends as night begins to stretch across the vivid fresh-summer sky. Around you scatter wrappers and beer bottles here and there, not enough surely to title you as; drunk but enough to say you've had a few, judging by the stale reek of alcohol on your tongue. You're sober enough to walk in a straight line and pronounce words sharply but as your emerald gaze aimlessly drifts to wander the starry void of the dusk-night sky, a glowing haze catches your eye and for a moment you swear it's shape comes in that of a human.
    Now, just a little over twelve years on the force you would think that this sight could be depicted as none other than a puny meteor, but as it hurdles closer into view with something long and what is that..? Feathery? begins to near the planet more and more until contact sends noticeable trembles through the earths soil, knocking you nearly off balance as the screech of startled wild life lift into flight to flee the area. Trees begin to buckle over, one nearly crushing your baby - a sleek jet-black Chevy Impala - with its brute force from whatever knocked it over. At first, it seems highly unlikely that the impact of a person could cause such a scene but when the distant shadow of something human begins to make its way impossibly to its knees, you begin to think you're crazy, but really.. Are you?
    Sam, your little brother doesn't seem to stir, having had too many drinks for his own good that night after the celebration of his victory to a case that was dubbed, 'impossible to win'. Being he a lawyer, it made sense. Still though, it didn't seem like anyone had begun to come close to the brink of consciousness, men here and there littering the forest floor within tents. A total of four people were there, not including yourself. Sammy, you're little bro, Bobby, an old drunk who was more a father to you and Sam than your old man ever really was, - but you'd never admit it, no doubt - Ash, a crazy-haired nincompoop-genius that everyone has just gotta love, and Garth, the oddball of the boys.


    Brushing the thoughts away swiftly, your gaze doesn't leave the form of the man - or what you think to be one - several feet away. At first, light fright rises to your chest but it's dismissed by curiosity and disbelief. It wasn't possible for anyone to get up even to your knees after a fall like that.. The impact would have crushed every bone in your body if it were human, and the following morning you'd find it in a lump of deteriorating mush. The thought leaves a bitter taste in your mouth, but you force yourself to stalk forwards after drawing a nine millimetre, a permitted weapon to carry in the states, especially being a member of the Kansas police force. Though it was a small town, they were some of the best.
    As you pass by your unconscious brother, drool seeping from parted lips you nudge his side gently but when you see he hadn't stirred, you roughly begin to boot at his side as quietly as possible. A grunt escapes the tall mans lips, eyes blinking open lazily and narrowing at your appearance,
    "Deeeaaaannn.." His voice is drugged by fatigue the reminder of alcohol, but you continue to prod until he is sitting upright, "What the hell, man?" His form begins to slightly descend, but you refuse to let him drift off again and frustratingly drag his drunk-butt to his lazy feet. At first, Sam looks as though he's about to puke but when hazel eyes lifts to see someone on their knees a few feet into the sea of nature, his breath calms, "What? It's just some guy, man.." But as his wise and tired eyes catch the fallen trees and barren area around that figure, he begins to question physics and think up reasons as to how this happened, "The hell happened here?" Sam breathes out and leans on your shoulder for support, the reminder of the many beers he ingested beginning to take its toll.


    A step, two steps, and then one more you see as the figures head tilt up and for a moment you see a flash of blue where two eyes should be and then, he's standing. But.. Something a little bit is off as you notice two formations behind his back. They're large and seem to be.. Attached? You guess it's a birth defect or something, but as the strangers structure teeters slightly, you see as they actually move to bristle with the movement. What the hell..? You find yourself silently whispering, the grip on the weapon tightening significantly.
    The approach closer and now the faint glow of embers within the distant fire-light begin to light up their features and you now can depict that they're male, but how? Something was terribly wrong about this man, so you raise your weapon and open your mouth to bark out an order but your silenced as the electric blue glow of eyes return faintly, receding to their normal shade of whatever hue. The gun now wavering in your hand, the non-human entity stalks closer and closer before you finally find the will to snarl,
    "Stop right there!" You're surprised as this males momentum comes to a halt, their head tilting ever so slightly to the side out of confusion to the voice. Another step, "I said stop!" Another, until finally he's within spitting distance and is gazing intently into your eyes.
    Sam at your side fidgets nervously, taking a step to stop whoever this is with a huge height advantage but a hand from the stranger is raised to press two digits against the younger brothers forehead, causing him to buckle over and render unconscious on the forest floor with ease. Now, you're alone.. The stare lasts many long moments, your gun beginning to bounce uncontrollably until their intensifying look falls upon the weapon, considering the possibility of it for a moment before tilting his head to the side, "What the hell are you..?" Your voice is hardly a whisper, fear in your heart and determined courage there as well. They seem to react to your words and then a voice gravel-deep and rough speaks out, but you don't expect at all what they say,


    "My name is Castiel, Dean Winchester.. I am an angel of the, Lord."

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    [align=center]Hearing the voice on the other end zone into static, a smile very lightly graced his lips. He couldn't exactly explain why, but it seems that every occasion the two see each other, it just brightens up his day. Dismissing the shocking ponders, Dusty hurried down the stairs to avoid any conflict between his bickering care givers. Sighing as a shout echoed his name, the young man doubted that It was intentionally projected for him to stop. The usage of his name was probably just for leverage in the argument, 'but what about Dustin?!' this or, 'don't you love, Dustin?!' that. It was ill-inducing madness.


    Not bothering to leave a note are anything to state his absence, the brunette just stormed out of the house, consumed with the slightest emotions of disgust. They wouldn't notice his missing presence until about after one when the argument this time would eventually settle even to the slightest matter. It was sad that he could depict when the argument would settle, but he better than anyone would know that. Once, the boy had been caught in the middle of it and had ended up with an accidental black-eye. He had used the excuse of getting into a fight at school to the teachers and people they call him their, 'friend'. Actually, he was rather repelled by people, thinking them disgusting creatures. However, Henry was that small little exception, though he could never quite explain why.


    Shaking his head to clear his mind of irrelevance, the hazel-eyed adolescent trekked his way down the twisty turn-y road to his street until eventually rounding onto Henry's. They lived about two blocks from one another, which was thankfully a good thing. Especially with the bile-inducing snow here and there. Yes, he disliked the cold but was glad that it came later into the winter holidays. It was December 20th, only four days until Christmas and a clutching guilt burned in his gut. He still hadn't gotten anything for Henry, his best friend of all people.
    The thought of receiving something and not being able to give back cascaded a mere frown across his features but it faded as his steps echoed against the stone stairs to the blonde's towering home. The place had always seemed warmer than his own home. Not only in warmth, but the atmosphere altogether in general.


    Frapping a balled up fist hard enough to echo slightly against the wooden door, he shoved his hands a little bitterly in his pockets to protect them from the cold. Looking left and right, he patiently waited for the door to peel open and greet and nearest family member of Henry's.


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    Ooc: Agreed. ^^


    Sam's eyes narrowed as he trekked past Dean to the kitchen and remembered he hadn't bothered to tell what they were having,
    "Hamburgers. I figured since Cas is back, might as well give him a treat right?" Sam asks, knowing Dean would probably make a homoerotic chick-flick-moment comment or something like that as he set the full plate in front of his brother.
    Every now and again, the taller man would look up to see Dean's gaze flick between his food and the hallway where he expected to see something, or someone. Raising a single brow with curiosity, Sam decides not to bring it up, not being really in the mood to hear Dean's denial or whatnot.


    I continued to endlessly stare at my angel blade, running a finger delicately off it's sharp edges - that never seemed to dull - until setting it aside to wander over to my door. Slipping my hand onto the knob, my eyes consider it for a moment, questioning something I'm not quite sure of before pulling it open and stepping out into the hall where the familiar waft of my former vessels-hunger comes to fill my nostrils with the familiar scent of red-meat.
    Following the delectable scent, my form was pulled into the kitchen where I saw the two Hunters and an amused smile spread across Sam's lips. I didn't quite understand the look, but brushed it off as I eyed a plate in an empty seat with a stack of hamburger upon a thin tray,
    "Dig in." Sam encourages, gesturing to the plenty of food before them to express his point. It was difficult to say know and before I knew it, I found himself sitting in the chair at the centre of the table. Eyeing the meat with a hungry stare, Sam chuckled softly, and I have him a confused look before beginning to set myself for this blessing,
    "Thank you, Sam, Dean. It.. It's very kind of you." I say, looking up with eyes perplexed with gratitude. I wasn't necessarily describing having been fed by them entirely, but also of all they've done for me. I am surprised that their thoughts towards my being wasn't ill or negative, after all I've done..
    I shake the thought, and raise the patty within a bun to my mouth, taking an unnecessarily large bite.

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