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Sam Winchester
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While the world outside thrived with butterflies and sunshine, me and my brother, Dean were stuck inside some motel room trying to find some stories about killings ranging between the nineteen eighties to this day. And by 'me and my brother' I meant me, because Dean was probably out getting some food or picking up a girl. One of the two, it honestly didn't matter to me anymore. We tend to block out each others 'social-life' if you will, but every now and again there will be this irrelevant conversation about women or pie, or whatnot..

I run a hand through my auburn locks, knowing that I was long sense overdue for a hair cut but I didn't really mind. Sure, Dean would tease me about it time and time again but it was healthy. I guess.
Brushing the thoughts away, I tap away at my laptop in search of anything related to the recent chain of events taken place in this small town. Apparently, once every ten years there are these continuous disappearances that last for about three days and that's when they find the bodies, half-eaten and sucked free of their blood.
I had a few ideas in mind ranging from that of a Dijiin to a vampire, but it didn't exactly explain the flesh-eating for either. At that moment, I was stumped and was tempted to call Castiel for help but I knew better. We had handled ourselves on cases like these before, plus the guy was probably busy. I shake the thought and continue researching the endless murders this thing has caused.

Sam Winchester
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After some more digging, I had began to rule out the usual suspects of that of a Zombie, Dijiin, Vampire. It didn't seem to fit the bill and then an idea came to mind. A ghoul was capable of such manners, being their species grave-diggers practically - which spoke no less about myself and my brother - but it fit. I had assumed that they fed strictly on the dead, explaining mutilated corpses from dug up graves but the memoire of a case a few years back reminded my of otherwise.

I had been just about to pick up my cell and phone up Dean when three continuous fraps at the door caught my attention. Brows furrowing to the slightest fashion, I drew out a silver handgun to approach the entrance to the room cautiously. It could just be house-keeping.. I tell myself, but I understood the way they knocked. Sure, it seemed crazy but I did. You get to know whether or not someone is looking for you in particular or just there out of coincidence, especially after moving about our whole lives motel after motel.

Pulling the chain from the lock, I peek through the slightly ajar door to eye a pretty girl outside who seemed a little, off. Forcing on my natural-face-of-citizenship - as I put it occasionally - I eye her with slight interest as though I were curious as to why she was here. It was surprise really, at least once we find someone at our door that's at least human. What they want is another question,
"Can I help you?" I ask naturally, tucking the weapon into the inside pockets of my tan jacket.

CLICKY
Hey you guys, you have to see this. It made me laugh soooo hard. xD Also, the next chapter is in the following spoiler;

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Sam Winchester
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I regarded her carefully and got a sense of what she was. It really wasn't that difficult to tell actually. You manage to get around knowing people, especially Dean. He uses this utterly obnoxious line that basically explains that they 'weren't the type to spill blood'. The thought makes me want to roll my hazel eyes, but I force it back, not wanting to seem like some poorly-attentive goon,
"Leather jacket? Ugh, about a moment ago that way." I reply, folding my arms to cross my broad chest, gesturing down the hall that held three more doors and a back exit.

It wasn't hard to tell this girl was a hunter. All the signs showed, guarded, dark eye circles, and of course the question of, 'where did they go?'. However, I knew better than to be arrogant plus I still had a bit more research to do, "Is that all?" I ask, smiling very slightly. I had been about to take a step back when the familiar ring to my phone sounded just within my jacket pocket, "Excuse me." I say, my features straining slightly with apology as I answer the wailing device,
"Hello?" I voice out to the opposing end.

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Sam Winchester
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Waiting for a reply on the other end, I stand a little straighter at the familiar gruffness of Castiel's voice. A very silent grin made it's way onto my face and I shake my head with slight confusion and amusement to the notice in his tone. The angel had always been one of the naïve ones, but that's alright because occasionally, I got that way too. For a moment I was tempted to reconsider, and felt instantly guilty afterwards. This was Cas we're talking about, you know, the angel who manages to save Dean and I's rear at least once a month, or more. Depends on whether the world is ending or not.

At the mention of Collin and nod, remembering that it was Adam's - our half brother - biological blood-brother, so we couldn't shut him out. He was partly Winchester, after all. Speaking of Adam, it's been a while since we last saw him, especially after..
I blink it away and check to see if the girl from before was still standing at the door. Taking a moment to pinpoint exactly where I was, I spoke back into the mic,
"Yeah, sure umm.. The Burley motel, room 122." I say and immediately add afterwards, "Dean isn't here, by the way and there's a lady at the door so.. Don't suddenly pop in here, okay?" I request in a silent voice, not wanting to startle the young hunter into acting out or anything. It wasn't everyday that you see an angel after all, even with Castiel around their appearances were limited.

Sam Winchester
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Ooc: Quick question.. What is Danika to Sam and Dean by the way? Cousin, half-sister?

I noticed the other end go dead silent, and waited patiently for our friend to arrive. I was grateful to hear that he acknowledged human-sympathies if you will, but the next time I reflect my hazel pair towards the barely ajar doorway I see that the female had dispersed somewhere in search, 'the sketchy looking-man' as I presume.

I waited patiently for a few more minutes, then a thought dawned upon me - had I gotten slow at processing? - Castiel had mentioned something of Collin, Adam's full fledged kin. Sure, he was Dean and I's half-brother but we were still family. Perhaps Cas was taking his time because of the fact that the Milligan was injured, or worse..
Quickly fixing my jacket and grabbing the green duffel we lugged about nearly everywhere we went, I loaded up in armor and left the motel in a frantic rush. I couldn't loose anyone else, we couldn't loose anyone else. We lost everything.. Mom, Dad, Jess - well that was mostly me, but.. - and nearly every other person we got involved with. Running a hand down my face as rain pelted at its rough appearance, the shrill wail of police sirens rang in my ears just down the road where a billow of curling smoke had risen into the air.

No, no, no, no! I panic, wiping the emotion away from my expression as I take off to a collected jog down the road. As I neared closer into view, the form of a familiar trench-coated figure caught my eye along with Collin on the ground,
"Castiel, Collin." I call out, setting the moderately weighing bag aside to eye the two people, "Are you alright?" I ask, trying not to sound too worried. I knew how teenagers could be, or Collin could be. He didn't like it when he was babied or constantly worried about. The guy was nineteen after all, he could take care of himself. But still, it was right to worry about family, right?

There were two other people in their presence, and I recognized one of them slightly, "I'm sorry, umm.. My name is, Sam. Hi, I'm Collin's half-brother." I politely introduce, questioning the look the red-head was giving me. Then it hits me, "Wait... Danika?" I ask, hoping I pronounced the girls name correctly. I knew she looked familiar.

Sam Winchester
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Ooc: Okay, thanks

I let out a quite breath and frown lightly at her tone. The Winchester's always had a set of sharp tongues,
"Danika, I haven't seen you for a little over three years.. So, no offense but you've changed quite a bit. I explain and return her smirk with a content grin of my own, "You know Dean, probably out eating or getting a girl." I say a little half-heartedly, not quite admiring my way of talking of my brother behind his back, especially with Castiel around.
"So what are you doing out here anyway? Working a case?" I ask, looking between Castiel, the other girl and my sister. Then I remember that I hadn't greeted Castiel yet, but he didn't seem to notice thankfully, "Hey, Castiel. I say with a small smile, looking back to Danika for a response.

Sam Winchester
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I gave Collin a silent look, pursing my lips slightly in response to his vengeance plan. I knew he was joking, but it was fun to mess with someone younger than you every now and again,
"Lucky me I got here, hmm? So how've you been, Collin?" I ask, looking over to Danika in regards to her reply. Letting out a silent huff of air, steam curls from lips because of the frigid temperature in the air. Though it was June, the air would drop in several degrees when it rains out here,
"Weren't thinking on saying, hello or giving a call?" I press, making a slightly amused face, biting back a smile.

By now, Dean would have made a smart-butt comment but I wasn't in the mood for sarcasm or anything. I still had quite a bit of research to do, but with Castiel here than maybe I can ask for some assistance or something, "Yeah, the big Winchester-family reunion alright.. But, I still don't know your name." I say, looking to Robin with a slightly curious look. I studied people often, and there was something noticeably modified about her. She may be a hunter, but this time, it was difficult to tell.

College.. It's an eventual stage we all must go through in order to have a decent chance at life, economically-wise, because, what's more important these days than a slip of green paper? Not much, not even family but we all manage one way or another.
This year is the second for you of how many you wish to accelerate into for your future career, depending on it's class and everything. New people pour in of all ages, some even older than the natural but they all mean the same. Being new in a place like this is something to look forwards to, because a student older than you or about the same age, will be assigned as what we call, 'Guardian's' - please excuse the name, my friend - and they will help you get by. If you're lucky, your Guardian will be your roommate for the semester or even longer.
I hope you have a great year, since the rules are simple. See you around
-Headmaster, Faron

Cassiel Stolks . Twenty-one . Male
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I shuffle along through the musky dorm room, the reminder of rebelling-adolescent fools thick in the rooms atmosphere as I hope to inhale semi-clean air into the health of my lungs. This stench cannot be decent for ones well-being.
I brush the thought aside for the moment, straining to life my abnormally weighing suit case into the air to be placed upon the heater that poked out of the wall. I didn't want to bend down at this moment, too lazy to really give much a care and I had no explanation why, exactly. Sure, I wasn't the most athletic of kids but I was rather decent at running. Today, just wasn't in my favor I suppose.

It was only the first day back in college since summer vacation - which was alright, I suppose - finished about a week ago. I disliked the heat and the cold, being the temperature just right boosted my naturally aloof mood. I'm not shy or anything, I'm just not necessarily fond of talking to people. They kind of were disgusting to me, which explains the cause of my asexuality but sometimes, I even question that.
Once, this girl had tried to literally get on my - and I won't go into detail - so I just got up and left. Same thing with a guy once, but I did the same thing. Guess people to me aren't all that appealing.

With my new roommate coming in at any point in time, I make a ram shacking hurry to fold and sort the fabrics into different assorted drawers before me, courtesy of yours truly, OCD. Letting out a silent huff of air when there is a knock at the door, I turn round once setting my things aside to open the wooden mass with ease, eyeing who I see before me,
"Are you my new roommate?" I ask, brushing away loose strands of dark ebony hairs to eye the newly appeared male. I just hoped he wasn't like the last one. At the thought, I subconsciously shiver, shoving the acrid memories away as bile threatens to rise to the presence of my throat.

Sam Winchester
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I frown a little at her reply and sudden farewell. Shaking my head very slightly, a smile began to grace me lips in a very reserved fashion,
"Yup, good to see you to, Danika." I breathe out and return my attention back to the red-haired girl who had now offered a hand, "Nice to meet you, Robin." I smile in a friendly manner when I look to Collin with sincerity in my gaze.

Adam had always been the overprotective brother of the two, but I suppose It was somewhat the same as Dean and myself. We died for each other multiple times, and I'd be surprised if the two of them wouldn't do the similar act,
"I'd say that, 'he doesn't have to know' but it's important not to keep things from family. I know how it turns out, and believe me, it's never worth it." I breathe out, shutting my eyes for a moment with a guilt-trip going through my features. I had lied to Dean about many things, but he's done the same. I guess we've both just taken a few swings at the liars-way-out but what were you going to do? We're only human, after all, "The offer still stands, Collin. But, you should consult Adam about it first. I know you're grown up and all, so you shouldn't have to ask permission, but family isn't worth loosing."

At that moment, I notice a breeze catch at my features and immediately revert hazel eyes to Castiel who's expression shifts for a moment but passes as though removing all signs of discomfort from the forming crowd,
"Cas, you alright?" I ask, looking at him with concern embedded within my eyes. It wasn't normal to see the angel in pain, seeing as he was nearly invulnerable to anything we threw at him. But then again, he did take a few swings from the Leviathan a couple months ago. Where was Dean when you needed him, anyways?

Cassiel Stolks . Twenty-one . Male
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We stand there for a few reasonable moments, observing as he does the same. Well at least he isn't one of those, best-friends-a-first-sight kind of people. Those were always the worse, the bubbly-kind that is. I wasn't annoyed easily, but it took strangely little to create an uncomfortable atmosphere around, yours truly. Motioning off to the side where my shoulder just brushed the slim of the doorframe, I watched as he simply strode inside, catching a hint of projection-difference in his voice.

Don't get me wrong, I wasn't a judging-person don't get me wrong, but the light stutter in the dirty-blonde's tone was enough to push me off the doorframe. I wouldn't let my usual individuality get the best of myself this time, but I wasn't about to risk life an limb to make some, friend,
"Cassiel." I reply simply, not a hint of disturbance or flatness in my voice. Speaking of which, I realized just how naturally deep it was. Rather gruff, yet fluent and dry at the same time. I was often consulted from people all cause of my voice, but eventually others just lost interest. Guess we all do, sometimes.

Running a hand through the sleek ebony-appearance of my messy strands, I take a silent seat on the bottom bunk until looking up to the now-taller form, "Do you prefer top or bottom?" I ask. Normally I would've chosen the bunk with height, adoring the feeling of being aboveground. Something about being grounded had always bugged me, but I had never truly understood completely why.

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Ooc: You can write in third person if you wish, and I can do the same. I will respect your preferences.
»All alright with me. I will return with the similar. ^^
»I described you? Excellent. I suppose I'd be a little more reserved than, he however. I'm not really the social-butterfly amongst my select few of friends.
»It's no problem with faults, seeing as I have little knowledge of them myself, being from high school and all.
»I do the same self-consciously so it's nothing to worry about or anything.
»I know right? It's difficult I find, to choose the most exact replica of a visual-reference of whatever character I create, but I decide to make do with it. He does, hmm? I admire this photograph because of the emphasis in his eyes. They're beautiful. Plus I secretly adore blue-eyes.
»Cool! It really bugs me when people post about one-two lines when I ask for about a paragraph. I am content that you post reasonably longer than most people I meet. No offense to them, though because they're fairly detailed and literate. Plus in addition, I love all the people I RP with.

Sam Winchester
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Ooc: Eek, I missed a lot but I'm caught up. Pardon the short-length of this post..

I shuffle on the spot, seeing Castiel turn towards me I frown as something crosses through the angels expression once before he is gone. I look around and found I must have been caught in some sort of daze, loosing my full-sense of time. I rub a hand down the length of my face, tucking long brown strands behind my ears before trekking off to the hospital.

Seeing Dean had -obviously- taken the Impala, I make the lengthy voyage towards the medical building. It wasn't until the skies above darkened that my pace sped up. Thunder crackled like a snarl throughout the electrified sky, and for a moment I was drawn to it. The air about my form was chillier than normal, so it was then that I worry it was Lucifer. I didn't see him often, but when I did it wasn't easy to go about no saying anything. I had tried to tell Dean once, but it never got it correctly the way I intended it to. Castiel too, but I just couldn't face his blue-eyes that never seemed to falter a gaze. Shaking my head to and fro to dismiss the un needed thoughts, I motion slightly faster to the hospital, but every now and again I'd feel eyes on me..

Sam Winchester
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The below zero air begins to poke at my skin, etching at the tender flesh to rise goose bumps freshly upon my arms. I know he's here, I can sense him with this cold.. There is a lurching echo of footsteps, and for a moment my breath hangs. The thing I tried to escape, to deny, to repel is in my presence, I know it. I don't have to turn 'round to clarify my reasoning, see as my half-brother, Adam had bolted from Collin's room to warn me of his presence.

"Sammy! Guesssss whoooooo?!" That forsaken voice creeps into the sanity of my mind, whispering meaningless seeds of doubt unto my ear. I let a shiver course throughout my form, and I can't will my limbs to work. Once the frigidness temporarily recedes, I turn around, only to find my company there with a god forsaken smile etching at his lips,
"Lucifer.." I mange to make out the words in a semi-clear tone of fluctuation, steadying my breathing to stare at the devils deteriorating, waiting for me to give in and become his own.

Why me? Why the Winchesters? There wasn't anything special or unique about us, at all yet here we are. I still even after all our voyages and hunts, never quite understood what about our naming suffix bares such great pain and suffering. That's what we do, cause pain and deal death. It's the way it is..

The way it always is..