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 Posted: Sat Jun 14, 2014 5:03 am
  CARRY ON MY WAYWARD SON ◣ ✖ ◥
THERE*BE*PE▲CE WH➸EN ( ☠ ) y o u xx a r e xx d o n e ↺ ⊱
Lay your weary HEAD↓ to - - restxxxx
DON*T YOU CRY ┊ 【no more】
MASQUERADING xxx AS xxx A xxx MAN xxx WITH xxx A xxx REASON
MY CHA ██ RADE IS! THE⋙ ( event of the s e a s o n )
( ↺ ) a n d x i f x i x c l a i m ■■ T↺ BE A WISE MAN ＇!WELL
ɪᴛ x sᴜʀᴇʟʏ x ᴍᴇᴀɴs x ᴛʜᴀᴛ x ɪ x ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ x ᴋɴᴏᴡ Sam felt himself let out a chortled laugh when Roxanne was getting snarky with him. "Oh ho, so we can't judge you without you being pissy, but you can do the same with us?" teased Sam, looking to Roxanne. It was true. To prove his point, Roxanne then just stated how he talks a lot when he's drunk. "Love you too," grumbled Sam, not accepting Roxanne's way of life. Looking to her book, noting her scribbling inside of it, Sam just closed his eyes and rested on his back. When it seemed like he was sleeping, he stated, as if he was an entry in her book, "'Dear diary, a chipmunk asked me for my name today. I told him it was Marcy. That lie will haunt me forever.'" With a chuckle, Sam looked to Roxanne, but caught her walking off to the bathroom. Sam waited of course, for her to return. He wasn't one of those sleepy drunks, just that happy drunk that seems to spill the truth if something were to be asked. When Roxanne did return, Sam noticed his choice of attire and how it was what he wore that day. "Alright. I think I need a change." Standing up from the bed, Sam didn't hesitate before yanking his shirt from the back, near the collar. The shirt slid up his torso and was soon separated from his body.
Dean was sitting on his side, right next to Bianca whom lay on her back. The arm that was wrapped around her stomach and waist wasn't there anymore. Now, as she ranted, it was gently stroking her arm. Before speaking, Dean had bent down and kissed her on the shoulder. There were so much to answer. "One," said Dean in a calm tone, "Your sister is a witch, and we all know how I'm not fond of those, and though she show some signs of being able to take care of herself, she still needs us. She doesn't realize it yet because she's proud of what's hers: powers." Dean was looking down at her arm down as he continued to stroke it. Be it his finger tips or sometimes he would gently brush his not as smooth knuckles, just the back of his fingers. "Two.. Yes, sometimes I do miss being back at the other house. It was as if supernatural time was standing still, and we were normal for a year. Even if you had to deal with my paranoid self and wouldn't allow you to be by yourself for long, as well as staying up late at night to check all the windows and door. Even if I drank a lot. I still do miss it because we were normal. Even if it was just for a year." Dean looked to Bianca's brown eyes and grinned with a lopsided angle. When brushing the back of his fingers against her jaw line, Dean leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss on her lips before returning back to his current position. "And three.. My brother's... complicated. He pisses me off to no end, he knows what of my anger problem - but that's what he aims to. I think Roxanne's right. I think he's just trying to get us to hate him so he can go off and we don't gun him down. I think there's some good left in him. I don't think he's all the way gone." Dean let out a deep breath, as if that took a lot out of him. With his grin once again, Dean asked, "Does that answer your questions?"
ONCE I ROSE ◞ !ABOVE⇡ THE NOISE AND CON➠FUSION
「JUST TO : get a ❛GLIMPSE BEYONDxxx ⊰ ███ this » ⇡LLUS⇡ON
ɪ ᴡᴀs sᴏᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ʜɪɢʜᴇʀ （☠）ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ғʟᴇᴡ ᴛᴏᴏ ʜɪɢʜ xxxx ɪ ᴡᴀs sᴏᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ʜɪɢʜᴇʀ （☠）ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ғʟᴇᴡ ᴛᴏᴏ ʜɪɢʜ
ɪ ᴡᴀs sᴏᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ʜɪɢʜᴇʀ （☠）ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ғʟᴇᴡ ᴛᴏᴏ ʜɪɢʜ xxxx ɪ ᴡᴀs sᴏᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ʜɪɢʜᴇʀ （☠）ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ғʟᴇᴡ ᴛᴏᴏ ʜɪɢʜ
THOUGH ⇡MY´ EYES❞COULD ◣SEE◥ I STILL WAS A BLI➸ND MAN ▪▪ ↻
↓THOUGH MY MIND CO➠ULD TH⇡NK｀✦◟i still was : A MAD MAN !!
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Posted: Sat Jun 14, 2014 11:59 pm
  xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx──────────── xx ◆ xx And I don’t wanna see what I’ve seen x To undo what has been done. x Turn off all the lights xxxx Let the morning come.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxNow there’s green light in my eyes xAnd my lover on my mind. xAnd I’ll sing from the piano xtear my yellow dress and
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxCry xxand xx cry xxand xxcry xxxxOVERxxxxTHE xxxxLOVE xxxxOF xxxx YOU !
xx ◟ x x ║█████████████ ✽ ███ x xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx I CAN SEE THE GREEN LIGHT xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx I CAN xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx I CAN SEE IT IN YOUR EYES xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx IS A RESIDENT OF THE SMALL WORLD xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Roxanne arched a brow as Sam stripped off his shirt. Well it was nothing she hadn't seem a million times. "I was decent enough to go into the bathroom" she said flipping a couple pages in her book and reading about a spell. "Can i borrow your blood some time?" Roxanne asked, not making a joke or anything. It was safer for her to just ask Sam than to run out there and try to take blood from a random demon who could kill her. "Only a little bit. A pint, actually. 2 pints to be safe, i usually mess up on the first try" Roxanne shrugged, going back to making notes in her book. Roxanne sighed, closing the book and putting it back in its place on the nightstand. The day had been too rough to stay away trying to take more notes on her trials with specific spells or potions. Yes, the girl could make potions but she needed a guinea pig for that so she retrained herself as much as possible. That's why the boys in the town were fighting over girls, potions that worked effectively on their guinea pigs. Roxanne got under her cover and propped her head up with her arm, looking at Sam. "What's it like to be a demon?" She asked, assuming that maybe he was drunk enough to give her some insight into what it's like for him. "Do you ever miss humanity? Sleeping, feeling, eating" he clearly didn't miss drinking since he did that all the time. "Like....what do you do all night since you cant sleep?" Well, he was sharing a room with her. She didn't want him to watch her as she slept. Sleep. It was something Roxanne direly needed right now but Sam was drunk and she thought that maybe she should stay up a little longer to keep her drunken ex-fiancé. Roxanne hugged her pillow with her free arm, watching Sam. She wasn't watching him with the admiration that she used to have, there was something colder about her. It was as if she was only watching him to analyze him. She watched Sam as a stranger, not as a lover - or of anything more than a business partner. "Why'd you heal me?" She asked, it was a question that had been haunting her mine ever since he did that. Why and how did he do that? "I didn't even know demons could heal....you guys seem pretty much the opposite of angels - angels can heal of course and do a whole lot more- but you healed someone other than yourself...."
Bianca nodded when Dean asked her if he answered all her questions. Since she and Dean were caught up in a bit of a romantic moment, Bianca ran her fingers alone his chest and asked. "Why don't we try for a baby?" Before he could say anything to shoot her down, Bianca followed up with. "I mean i get the whole 'wrong time, wrong place, not safe' thing but we're not getting any younger, right?" Bianca sighed looking up at Dean. "I get why you'd say no but don't you just think about it sometimes? Or maybe I'm just being a girl? I want a boy, you know. I know how guys can be and i could never imagine having a daughter who'd do the things I've done. Having a boy is much safer. Bianca grinned. "I think I've just been in a mood recently...." She saw a kid fall and scrape her knee and watched how the girl's mom just scooped her up and made the tears stop. Bianca wanted to be able do that. "Ive always been the baby, always had to look up to someone, i just want someone to look up to me" Bianca rolled her eyes at herself, finding herself sillier and sillier as she spoke. She knew how Dean felt about all this stuff. He wanted it, just not now. " I get that it's not the right time but look at Sam and Roxanne. They waited so long that the ended up breaking up as if it was nothing. And they were that couple. That cute couple, now look at them. I don't want to end up like that" These were the things that kept Bianca up at night. Sam and Roxanne were supposed to get married and have Mary and be happy - not be like how they were now. They didn't seem miserable but it was hard to believe that they weren't together anymore."I'm a hot mess"
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx──────────── xx◆ xx Sweet Sixteen and we had arrived x Walking down the streets as they whistlex "hi, hi!"xxxx Stealing police cars with xthe senior guysx
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxTeachers said that xwe'd never make it out alive.xThere she was, my new best friendxHigh heels in her handsxSwaying in the wind xxxx
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxThen she starts to cry xMascara running down her little xBambi eyesx"Lana how I hate those guys" xThis is what makes us girls x
xxxxxxWe all look for heaven and we put love firstxxxxSomething that we'd die for xIt's our curse.
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Posted: Mon Jun 16, 2014 5:00 pm
CARRY ON MY WAYWARD SON ◣ ✖ ◥
THERE*BE*PE▲CE WH➸EN ( ☠ ) y o u xx a r e xx d o n e ↺ ⊱
Lay your weary HEAD↓ to - - restxxxx
DON*T YOU CRY ┊ 【no more】
MASQUERADING xxx AS xxx A xxx MAN xxx WITH xxx A xxx REASON
MY CHA ██ RADE IS! THE⋙ ( event of the s e a s o n )
( ↺ ) a n d x i f x i x c l a i m ■■ T↺ BE A WISE MAN ＇!WELL
ɪᴛ x sᴜʀᴇʟʏ x ᴍᴇᴀɴs x ᴛʜᴀᴛ x ɪ x ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ x ᴋɴᴏᴡ Sam let out a smug chuckle at Roxanne's muttered comment on how she had the decency to go to the bathroom than stripping bare in front of the other. "Yeah, well, I'm not you," was Sam's reply before he stripped down off his pants. When doing this and fishing through his suitcase for his sweatpants, Sam heard her blunt question. His muscles clenched briefly as he turned to face her, a pair of pants in his hands. Though he was drunk, he looked rather sober as he squinted his eyes at her. The common look that was all too known for her recently. One of: 'Are you stupid?' Sam knew what Roxanne knew what she was asking. In fact, she acted as if it didn't mean much. However, Sam just merely turned his back to her, slipping on his pants. "I'll think 'bout it," murmured Sam, and then shoved his daytime clothes in his duffle bag. When collapsing himself back on his bed, he heard Roxanne's following question. Yeah, it was hard to seem completely awake around the others, but, dammit, Sam was tired. Without his humanity, he didn't need to worry about those things. But, since Sam didn't exactly do that, he craved for sleep. But he just blinked and looked towards Roxanne and heaved out a heavy sigh. "It's a waste of time. Believe me. Sleeping, eating - not having to do them saves time." Sam faced back to his suitcase which was across the bed from him, but away from Roxanne. "Demons.. It's like a triangle. You got the weak ones on the bottom and the powerful ones on the top. The bottom ones only have so much powers. The demons that we normally run into are slaves to the one on top. Crossroads are way up there, but the black eyes ones? Nope. The question, Roxanne, is how do I have that power. I have black eyes, I can do spells that only white eyed demons can do. The answer: I don't know. I just figured out that I can do a few spells recently." Sam shrugged his shoulders ever so innocently and finally turned to face Roxanne. "Why I did it is the harder question that is even harder for me to answer." Now here comes the drunk Sam. "You were my fiance, Roxanne. This.. humanity Sam keeps breaking through. He won't allow you to hurt yourself and be okay with it. You have potential, Roxanne, but you also are going down a dark path. I saw it today. Humanity me.. would not let me live it down that I let you get hurt."
Dean smiled as he felt Bianca's fingers trace out his chest, but could still feel how serious she felt. Her muscles were tensed, her face showed signs of worry, and Dean knew that his words wouldn't change it. Roxanne could. Perhaps tomorrow Dean will speak with her sister and see what he can do. The question that Bianca asked all of the sudden caught him by surprise. Briefly, Dean imagined it. Having a kid with Bianca, a little girl or boy running around a field while he and Bianca were happy and isolated and just normal. But they couldn't ever have that. Dean looked to Bianca when she tried to explain why she asked such question, and almost defend herself. "I just.." Dean let out a heavy sigh, obviously not the same as he first got on the bed. "You know how I feel about that stuff, Bianca. Ever since Ben, I just-" Dean swallowed heard, remembering how he had to have Ben and Lisa's memory erased because he put their lives in danger. Dean couldn't risk it anymore. He couldn't hurt anyone he loved nor a kid. Looking to Bianca, Dean furrowed his brows together. "I don't doubt that one day we will settle down and be free from this crap. But.. not now. Not when we have to do so much." Dean knew that people questioned why he needed to be a hero. But from when Dean tortured all those souls in Hell, he felt the need to make up for the loss lives.
ONCE I ROSE ◞ !ABOVE⇡ THE NOISE AND CON➠FUSION
「JUST TO : get a ❛GLIMPSE BEYONDxxx ⊰ ███ this » ⇡LLUS⇡ON
ɪ ᴡᴀs sᴏᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ʜɪɢʜᴇʀ （☠）ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ғʟᴇᴡ ᴛᴏᴏ ʜɪɢʜ xxxx ɪ ᴡᴀs sᴏᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ʜɪɢʜᴇʀ （☠）ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ғʟᴇᴡ ᴛᴏᴏ ʜɪɢʜ
ɪ ᴡᴀs sᴏᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ʜɪɢʜᴇʀ （☠）ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ғʟᴇᴡ ᴛᴏᴏ ʜɪɢʜ xxxx ɪ ᴡᴀs sᴏᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ʜɪɢʜᴇʀ （☠）ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ғʟᴇᴡ ᴛᴏᴏ ʜɪɢʜ
THOUGH ⇡MY´ EYES❞COULD ◣SEE◥ I STILL WAS A BLI➸ND MAN ▪▪ ↻
↓THOUGH MY MIND CO➠ULD TH⇡NK｀✦◟i still was : A MAD MAN !!
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Posted: Mon Jun 16, 2014 7:45 pm
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx──────────── xx ◆ xx And I don’t wanna see what I’ve seen x To undo what has been done. x Turn off all the lights xxxx Let the morning come.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxNow there’s green light in my eyes xAnd my lover on my mind. xAnd I’ll sing from the piano xtear my yellow dress and
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxCry xxand xx cry xxand xxcry xxxxOVERxxxxTHE xxxxLOVE xxxxOF xxxx YOU !
xx ◟ x x ║█████████████ ✽ ███ x xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx I CAN SEE THE GREEN LIGHT xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx I CAN xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx I CAN SEE IT IN YOUR EYES xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx IS A RESIDENT OF THE SMALL WORLD xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Roxanne was interested in Sam's capability. It felt wrong to be more interested in what exactly Sam was capable of, rather than why he was capable of it. Well, he could have any eye color he wanted but Roxanne didn't care how strong he was - she just cared about what he'd do with that strength. " You don't need to give me a lesson on the demon power triangle, I'm well aware of who belongs where. Witches gotta' know their stuff if they want to run with the big dogs" By that she meant sell their souls, some witches skipped the black eyed Demons for the sake of being stronger, some would jump straight to crossroads demons. Roxanne didn't mind saying something like that out loud. Bonnie had previously been nagging her about 'latching on to a demon' but Roxanne had been putting it off, telling Bonnie to wait and see how far Roxanne could get on her own and, if she needed a boost for whatever reason, she'd get a demon that she could tame on her own with her hunting abilities. "Well, I think you should try to find out. You can't just sit there and be okay with what you can do without wanting to understand why." Roxanne draped an arm over her eyes, listening to Sam's drunken rant about 'humanity Sam' not letting her get hurt. Roxanne shook her head, removing her arm to look at Sam. " Well can you give Humanity Sam a message? Tell him I miss him?" This was sarcasm, of course, but there was a bit of longing in her voice that proved that maybe she really did miss her Sam, even if she was fighting tooth and nail not to let that show. " And you didn't see anything, alright Sam? There's no dark path, there's none of that bullshit. You're drunk, okay? You don't know what you're talkin' about" Roxanne let out a heavy sigh. People had been telling her that she'd end out evil ever since she met the boys and as soon as it dies down, Sam wants to tell her that she's going down a dark path. Roxanne turned her back to Sam. " Just close your eyes. I'm going to sleep"
Bianca nodded sheepishly when Dean shot down her proposal. Yeah, she hadn't expected him to jump up and claim that they should have a kid. She knew that he was still a little sore over Ben and Lisa, she wished he hadn't had to do that but....it was just 'the life', right? Bianca slowly turned herself so that her back was now to Dean. She cuddled up to him, letting out a poorly masked sigh of disappointment. " But why do we always got to do this stuff?" she muttered under her breath. It seemed like the four of them did more than any other hunter in the world. Where were the other hunters? Where were they when they needed to stop the apocalypse? or Save Dean? Or stop Lillith? Where have the other hunters been hiding? What's their use? How many people have Sam and Dean saved alone before the girls came into the picture? How many after? How many demons, vampires, shape shifters did they kill? How many kids got to live longer than they were supposed to? Adults? All because of them. It was always them. Everything happened to them. Bianca wouldn't have cared if Dean just wasn't ready for kids... but the excuse of having 'so much' to do really upset her. She didn't like it, she never liked it. She liked hunting, liked making a difference, but she didn't like the fact that the entire weight of the world was on their shoulders - especially Dean's, for some reason. He had done what he had done but she didn't like him dwelling on it all the time, it just upset her. Bianca closed her eyes, not sure if she could say much more without the weight of what's going on in her mind becoming apparent through her words. "G'night"
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The next day, Roxanne had been up before the sun to go on a run and was now currently getting dressed in more appropriate day clothes after taking a bath. She had tried to be as quiet as possible with her actions all morning, just so she wouldn't wake up Sam. She couldn't believe that he had actually managed to get himself to sleep. Kudos to you, Sammy. Once Roxanne was all dressed up, the blonde gave herself another half an hour to go through her book of shadows but actually waking Sam. He didn't have to sleep since he was a demon but Roxanne didn't want to ruin Sam's moment of sleep. Roxanne stood over Sam, admiring him as he slept. She always loved how young he looked when he was sleeping. "Sam" she said, lightly tapping his face with her hand. "Rise and shine, princess. We've got work to do. Time wasted isn't optional, there's witches doin' bad things out there". Roxanne continuously tapped his face, trying to wake him. If they were together, Sam could have been woken up by kisses but they weren't together, Roxanne decided to ignore what Sam said last night about his humanity wanting to keep her safe, so he had to be woken up in a less romantic way.
Bianca's curls were pasted in hazardous angles across her face as she slept awkwardly. When the girl had a rough night, she could end up with one leg strewn across Dean, the other off the bed. This time, her legs were straight but she had an arm across Dean's face, and a bit of drool finding its way on to her pillow. Bianca was a true thing of beauty at times like this. Bianca was unaware of the time, nor did she care as she flipped her body over onto her stomach, stretching her other arm across Dean's face again. "Dean" she grumbled, her palm spreading across his face. " Dean." the girl poked his cheek with her pinky, keeping the rest of her splayed across his face. " I don't wanna' work today" she muttered. "Bed's too good." Bianca moved a bit so she could get more comfortable. Honestly, the only reason why she was half awake right now was because she was used to being up at a designated time. Bianca sighed contently, rubbing Dean's face. " We can lay here forever, I'd like that" The girl wasn't even aware of how....messy she looked with her messy hair and trickle of drool but at this point in life, she didn't care. Dean could see her looking down right sexy, he'd have to see her looking like fresh hell every once in a while. That's what made a good relationship, right?
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx──────────── xx◆ xx Sweet Sixteen and we had arrived x Walking down the streets as they whistlex "hi, hi!"xxxx Stealing police cars with xthe senior guysx
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxTeachers said that xwe'd never make it out alive.xThere she was, my new best friendxHigh heels in her handsxSwaying in the wind xxxx
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxThen she starts to cry xMascara running down her little xBambi eyesx"Lana how I hate those guys" xThis is what makes us girls x
xxxxxxWe all look for heaven and we put love firstxxxxSomething that we'd die for xIt's our curse.
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Posted: Wed Jun 18, 2014 12:05 am
CARRY ON MY WAYWARD SON ◣ ✖ ◥
THERE*BE*PE▲CE WH➸EN ( ☠ ) y o u xx a r e xx d o n e ↺ ⊱
Lay your weary HEAD↓ to - - restxxxx
DON*T YOU CRY ┊ 【no more】
MASQUERADING xxx AS xxx A xxx MAN xxx WITH xxx A xxx REASON
MY CHA ██ RADE IS! THE⋙ ( event of the s e a s o n )
( ↺ ) a n d x i f x i x c l a i m ■■ T↺ BE A WISE MAN ＇!WELL
ɪᴛ x sᴜʀᴇʟʏ x ᴍᴇᴀɴs x ᴛʜᴀᴛ x ɪ x ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ x ᴋɴᴏᴡ Sam couldn't remember the last time he slept on a bed with Roxanne in the room. In fact, this was not intentional, but somehow, it just happened. After the rough day, and the previous weeks, Sam felt exhausted and the bed was much more comfy than the Impala. Now that he laid in bed, asleep, it's almost as if it was speechless. It felt relaxing, astonishing, and vibrant. Sam was peaceful. He laid on his bare back, the sheets up to his waist, much like his dark blue sweatpants. His bangs remained on his face, almost masking his peaceful looking eyelids. However, Sam's wish to sleep was interrupted by a hand lightly patting against his cheekbone. His eyelids squeezed briefly, as if he was aware that his sleep was being disturbed. But soon, Sam finally obeyed. He turned his head towards the voice and opened his eyelids to reveal his hazel eyes. His brows knitted together in confusion s to what happened. Squinting around the room, eyes not adjusted to the brightness that was leaking into the room, Sam tried to figure out the puzzle. Perhaps he died briefly. No, Sam would remember feeling agonizing pain. When noticing his attire, Sam finally knew. He harmlessly fell asleep. But that didn't explain his massive headache. With a groan, Sam palmed one of his temples and faced the witch who woke him up from his slumber. "What happened?" he questioned, throwing the covers from his body.
Lifting himself from the bed, the demon pressed his bare feet against the ground. Sam almost fell, unaware of one of Roxanne's bags on the wooden floor, but collected himself and looked to Roxanne. The only way to know that Sam was asleep was to look at what he was wearing and the way he squinted his eyes. However, it was as if his hair was already combed through. As if it was just freshly dried after stepping out of the bathroom from a shower. Not a trace of messiness. Sam walked to his duffle bag and combed through it for a quick outfit of the day change. Dean will probably inspect the school again today, and take up clues rather than gathering information. Sam, most likely going to hang back and research what sort of spell the witches are doing and how to reverse or stop it. "I have this massive headache," informed Sam, grabbing a pair of pants and setting it on his messy bed. "Did I go out drinking again?" Sam sounded so dull, not a shred of care in his tone. He should be worried about all of the secrets he so nearly slipped, but instead, he acted as if this was nothing. Nothing being going out and getting drunk. Sam grabbed himself a plain colored shirt, along with a plaid button up. "You gonna stay for the show?" asked Sam, grinning mischievously as he approached his new outfit he picked out. Just as the smile left his face, Sam asked, "Did you find the spell that the girls used? Like, the specific spell? The faster we get that, the faster we get out of this town."
Dean has been awake for hours, but knew that his presence left the bed, Bianca would immediately wake up. And Dean didn't feel that he should disturb Bianca's sleep. She deserved it. However, soon, her arm extended and landed atop of his face. This only let an amused chuckle fill the room, Dean amazed at how Bianca found this remotely comfortable. Soon, Bianca woke up and grumbled sleepily at her lack of energy to do work today. Dean needed to finish the case, but he just so desperately wanted to lay here with Bianca, much like she did. With a smile, Dean looked at Bianca, who looked like she had a rough night. Of course she was comfortable, while Dean only caught four hours of sleep. Not her fault, but Dean was jealous that her body wasn't used to his daily schedule of only gaining a few hours. He was happy that she was able to gain her beauty sleep. Dreaming is better than reality. "We could just stay here in bed, but sadly, we got jobs to do," pouted Dean after tapping his finger on Bianca's nose once. "However.." he drawled, his eyes looking up to the ceiling as if he was going to say something. With a big grin, Dean then said, "We could do this." Dean started to tickle Bianca, laughing loudly.
Before Bianca's legs could start kicking and her laughs are nearly echoing, Dean got atop of her and straddled her. Not so much as sitting on her but he was standing on his knees on the bed. His hands were on each side of Bianca's head as he hovered over her. However, one hand lifted up to cover her mouth. "Don't want the neighbors to hear us," taunted Dean with a quiet chuckle of his own. When his hands returned back to their original place, he bent down and kissed Bianca's on the nose. With a whisper, Dean warned, "Might want to get cleaned up before the ex fiances come in here." Giving her another nose kiss, Dean rolled off his girlfriend and sat at the edge of the motel bed. A scratchy hand reached up and rubbed at the back of his neck, rubbing the knots out.
ONCE I ROSE ◞ !ABOVE⇡ THE NOISE AND CON➠FUSION
「JUST TO : get a ❛GLIMPSE BEYONDxxx ⊰ ███ this » ⇡LLUS⇡ON
ɪ ᴡᴀs sᴏᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ʜɪɢʜᴇʀ （☠）ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ғʟᴇᴡ ᴛᴏᴏ ʜɪɢʜ xxxx ɪ ᴡᴀs sᴏᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ʜɪɢʜᴇʀ （☠）ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ғʟᴇᴡ ᴛᴏᴏ ʜɪɢʜ
ɪ ᴡᴀs sᴏᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ʜɪɢʜᴇʀ （☠）ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ғʟᴇᴡ ᴛᴏᴏ ʜɪɢʜ xxxx ɪ ᴡᴀs sᴏᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ʜɪɢʜᴇʀ （☠）ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ғʟᴇᴡ ᴛᴏᴏ ʜɪɢʜ
THOUGH ⇡MY´ EYES❞COULD ◣SEE◥ I STILL WAS A BLI➸ND MAN ▪▪ ↻
↓THOUGH MY MIND CO➠ULD TH⇡NK｀✦◟i still was : A MAD MAN !!
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Posted: Wed Jun 18, 2014 1:34 pm
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx──────────── xx ◆ xx And I don’t wanna see what I’ve seen x To undo what has been done. x Turn off all the lights xxxx Let the morning come.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxNow there’s green light in my eyes xAnd my lover on my mind. xAnd I’ll sing from the piano xtear my yellow dress and
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxCry xxand xx cry xxand xxcry xxxxOVERxxxxTHE xxxxLOVE xxxxOF xxxx YOU !
xx ◟ x x ║█████████████ ✽ ███ x xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx I CAN SEE THE GREEN LIGHT xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx I CAN xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx I CAN SEE IT IN YOUR EYES xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx IS A RESIDENT OF THE SMALL WORLD xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Roxanne only nodded when Sam asked if he went out drinking again. "You say some....interesting things when you're drunk." Roxanne grinned. "And you get that little giggle." She wasn't going to tease him about it since his drunken words were strong enough to stick to her mind like dried up gum to a desk but she could poke at him a little for his actions last night. Roxanne rolled her eyes as Sam laid out his clothes and dared to ask her if she was going to stay for the show. "Well you gave me one last night, shouldn't be too bad to witness another. " Roxanne winked at him, going to sit back on her bed as Sam continued to talk, asking if she found what the witches were using. It was as if he read her mind. "Okay" she started, grabbing her book and flipping a couple pages. "After some reading and consulting with Bonnie, we've narrowed it down to at least three different mediums. The only problem is finding out how those guys were influenced. Two of the mediums are spells, one minor and one major - the minor one only having temporary effects, major having long lasting - and the third medium is a potion, a pretty ridiculous one at that, but it's got the same result; an extreme case of puppy love." Of course Roxanne preferred to it as puppy love, the type of love that made you want to be with your partner every day, every minute, didn't want to let anyone even breathe near your partner. Roxanne would have felt nostalgic about this if she felt like she and Sam had that phase - neither of them had to worry about being with each other all the time since they technically were from since they had met.
Roxanne brushed some stray strands of hair away from her face, shaking her head. " This whole case surrounds a high school. They're practically children and they're getting involved with this stuff...." Roxanne wasn't too old herself but even when she was in high school, she tried to keep her sporadic powers under control and away from other people to see. Her own adoptive mother didn't even know that Roxanne had powers until later in the girls life, that's how good Roxanne kept it locked. But these girls....to use magic so blatantly that it attracts hunters. "What're we going to do to them? It's not like they specifically killed people......and they're just kids, I mean. We're not going to kill them, are we?" Unless they were adults posing as teens. Roxanne's been exposed to magic enough to know that body manipulation wasn't the hardest thing to accomplish. Roxanne reached over and opened the drawer for the nightstand, taking out a small bottle. " I got this for headaches. It's not exactly something you get at the drugstore but....I made it...and used it..once. It worked so.." Roxanne shook the little bottle at him, offering for him to take it for his headache. "I don't know if it'll work on you but...since conventional things can't kill you, I suppose you have nothing to loose other than a really acrid taste in your mouth and possible slight nausea. I'm not the best apothecary but i'm getting there. Your nature actually makes you an extremely good test subject, not that I would ask for that or anything. Last night I made you an offer for using your blood sometimes for spells and you agreed" Of course, she was lying. Part of her hoped he wouldn't remember and agree to her wanting to use him for a spell but another part of her hoped that he remembered exactly what he said last night. "But that won't be a frequent thing. Just an occasional one-time deal"
Bianca groaned when Dean told her that they had jobs to do. Yes, she knew. She just didn't want to do said job today. As soon as Dean started to tickle her, Bianca was geared up to start flailing to get away. She hated tickling but Dean was an exception. Random people touching her in such vulnerable places wasn't Bianca's favorite thing in the world. When Dean was on to of her, restricting her movements, Bianca huffed. She didn't care if the neighbors heard them, let the whole world hear them. He was just tickling her and people really needed to mind their own business now-a-days. As Bianca looked up at Dean, she smirked. " You know, I like the view from down here" Clearly, she was talking sexually. There was kind of no other way to talk about their positions. When Dean got off of her, Bianca sighed, not moving an inch. " I preferred it when we could call them the fiancés, not ex fiancés" It was like Bianca was the product child of a divorce. She had a dormant concern for Sam and Roxanne's relationship. They were like her babies, she coaxed them into their first kiss. It was like seeing your finest work of art be destroyed.
The brunette rubbed her face as she sat up. She casually flipped over her pillow to hide any evidence of bodily fluids. She always hated drool. Bianca pushed herself off the bed and to her bag so that she could set out an outfit today. Most of her outfits consisted of flattering jeans and even more flattering blouses. Today's outfit consisted of a bright blue tank top and her favorite jeans that had distress holes by her knees. Trust me, this girl had style. Bianca rubbed the back of her neck as she walked off to the bathroom to get ready. For a girl, she never took long with getting ready. Especially if she left her hair curly like how it was now. Curly and slightly frizzy, the Bianca way of hair management. Bianca came out of the bathroom teeth clean, fresh faced, outfit on and hair slightly tame. The wild look was her thing. Bianca posed for Dean, grinning happily. " I could be a model, you know. I've got the face, and the body" Bianca wiggled happily before noting that Roxanne had left her sketchbook in Dean and Bianca's room, the blonde was starting to become increasingly more and more careless with her most prized possession. Bianca picked up the book, flipping through it - what Roxanne won't know, won't hurt her - she saw a drawing of Dean and Bianca and she had to gasp at it. " Look" she said, showing the drawing to Dean. It was of the two of them, smiling, waving, but with large wings taking up majority of the page space. Usually Roxanne's drawings of Dean and Bianca were more....normal? Them smiling at each other or just posing. But this one is a bit more....interesting. " Sometimes I wonder what inspired her to draw things like that...." Well, the idea of Dean and Bianca having angel wings was a little far fetched but you never know what artists really think about when they draw things, it's most likely got a different meaning to Roxanne.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx──────────── xx◆ xx Sweet Sixteen and we had arrived x Walking down the streets as they whistlex "hi, hi!"xxxx Stealing police cars with xthe senior guysx
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxTeachers said that xwe'd never make it out alive.xThere she was, my new best friendxHigh heels in her handsxSwaying in the wind xxxx
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxThen she starts to cry xMascara running down her little xBambi eyesx"Lana how I hate those guys" xThis is what makes us girls x
xxxxxxWe all look for heaven and we put love firstxxxxSomething that we'd die for xIt's our curse.
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Posted: Fri Jun 20, 2014 8:30 pm
CARRY ON MY WAYWARD SON ◣ ✖ ◥
THERE*BE*PE▲CE WH➸EN ( ☠ ) y o u xx a r e xx d o n e ↺ ⊱
Lay your weary HEAD↓ to - - restxxxx
DON*T YOU CRY ┊ 【no more】
MASQUERADING xxx AS xxx A xxx MAN xxx WITH xxx A xxx REASON
MY CHA ██ RADE IS! THE⋙ ( event of the s e a s o n )
( ↺ ) a n d x i f x i x c l a i m ■■ T↺ BE A WISE MAN ＇!WELL
ɪᴛ x sᴜʀᴇʟʏ x ᴍᴇᴀɴs x ᴛʜᴀᴛ x ɪ x ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ x ᴋɴᴏᴡ Sam rarely remembers what happens the night before while he was drunk, but he does remember the day. But as soon as he down a numerous shots, everything is blank. And when Roxanne commented about how he gave her a show last night, he started to reconsider his drinking habit. With a shrug, Sam still slipped off his sweat pants and set it on his bed. As Roxanne explained about what she and Bonnie found, Sam put on his jeans. He could never understand as to why people would much rather be running around with no pants in their apartment, or even outside. Sam much preferred pants or sweatpants. Dean, however, liked sleeping in his boxers from time to time, sadly. However, as Bianca and Dean shared a room, the more Sam didn't have to see such image anymore.
"At least you guys narrowed it down to three from one thousand. Good job," said Sam as he buttoned up his flannel shirt that was atop of his plain t shirt. Once he was done, he didn't bother to roll up the sleeves. Just grab the ends and yank it up his arm to where it rested at his elbow. Then Sam brushed the sleeve that stuck out down in an attempt to make it seem as if he did put the effort to roll up his shirt. It looked nice to him, no one complained this far, and he couldn't find the hangover effort to actually try. Hearing Roxanne, Sam turned and listened to her explain the object that she was handing to him. Sadly, the first thing that came to his head was that this was a trick and she just wanted to experiment on him. Well, she was doing a whole lot of testing yesterday, even so much as cutting herself to draw blood. But, if he said that she could have some of his demon blood, and last night he agreed, he couldn't take back his word. So, with a simple shrug, he said, "Alright." But he accepted the item that Roxanne was kindly handing over, and took just what she said to. Sure, there wouldn't be an immediate response, but Sam just wished that this horrid, familiar headache would go away. Sam grabbed the bag that held his laptop, and gracefully set it on the counter.
Dean never understood as to why Bianca changed in the bathroom. If the problem was revealing skin, then they shouldn't have to worry about that. They were clear on that stage, honestly. As Dean would strip down, get himself changed, Bianca would saunter off to the bathroom, change, and then come out in a new outfit. This time, she came out, all fresh and clean. Dean was changed just as quick as the female was, perhaps even faster. He was dressed in a suit, much like the one he wore briefly the previous day. Unlike the female race, Dean didn't feel the need to tidy up his hair or put stuff on his face. Brush his teeth? Yep. Which was Dean was waiting for the bathroom on. As Bianca lengthened the space between her and the bathroom door, Dean carefully slipped himself inside, and left the door open as he grabbed his toothbrush. While he did this, Bianca felt the need to explore through Roxanne's art. Hearing Bianca's awed gasp, Dean peeked his head past the bathroom door, toothbrush still in mouth but hands resting against the door frame to refrain himself from falling. There, he saw the picture that Bianca seemed to be very excited for. It was of them, but with wings. Dean could never quite grasp Roxanne's inspiration for these sort of drawings. Yes, they had to deal with d**k of angels, but they weren't angels themselves. Well, perhaps Bianca and her beauty and vibrant personality. Dean however, was a killer, and doesn't deserve the trophy of wings. He cuts throats. He's not an angel. Not by a long shot.
Taking the toothbrush from his mouth, Dean said with a mouthful of toothpaste, "Pretty great." With brows raised as if he was interested, Dean turned, continued to scrub his pearly white teeth, and walked back into the bathroom. It didn't take Dean long until he was finished with just his teeth. However, when getting a glance of himself in the mirror, he felt the need to fix his spiked up hair. Easily running his fingers through his short locks, he brushed through it once, facing upward and forward. With that, just like as if he took a blink, Dean was done. "I'm gonna stop by the school again today. I took a tour, now let's see if I can actually gather evidence that this was a witch doing. If I can't, I'll give this case a few days before I call it a bust." Dean walked toward Bianca and pressed a kiss to her cheek. "See if you can help Roxanne with the spells. There are a s**t ton out there." Dean laughed before shoving the keys to his Impala, his fake ID, and his disposable phone in his pockets.
ONCE I ROSE ◞ !ABOVE⇡ THE NOISE AND CON➠FUSION
「JUST TO : get a ❛GLIMPSE BEYONDxxx ⊰ ███ this » ⇡LLUS⇡ON
ɪ ᴡᴀs sᴏᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ʜɪɢʜᴇʀ （☠）ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ғʟᴇᴡ ᴛᴏᴏ ʜɪɢʜ xxxx ɪ ᴡᴀs sᴏᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ʜɪɢʜᴇʀ （☠）ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ғʟᴇᴡ ᴛᴏᴏ ʜɪɢʜ
ɪ ᴡᴀs sᴏᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ʜɪɢʜᴇʀ （☠）ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ғʟᴇᴡ ᴛᴏᴏ ʜɪɢʜ xxxx ɪ ᴡᴀs sᴏᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ʜɪɢʜᴇʀ （☠）ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ғʟᴇᴡ ᴛᴏᴏ ʜɪɢʜ
THOUGH ⇡MY´ EYES❞COULD ◣SEE◥ I STILL WAS A BLI➸ND MAN ▪▪ ↻
↓THOUGH MY MIND CO➠ULD TH⇡NK｀✦◟i still was : A MAD MAN !!
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Posted: Sat Jun 21, 2014 4:48 pm
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx──────────── xx ◆ xx And I don’t wanna see what I’ve seen x To undo what has been done. x Turn off all the lights xxxx Let the morning come.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxNow there’s green light in my eyes xAnd my lover on my mind. xAnd I’ll sing from the piano xtear my yellow dress and
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxCry xxand xx cry xxand xxcry xxxxOVERxxxxTHE xxxxLOVE xxxxOF xxxx YOU !
xx ◟ x x ║█████████████ ✽ ███ x xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx I CAN SEE THE GREEN LIGHT xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx I CAN xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx I CAN SEE IT IN YOUR EYES xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx IS A RESIDENT OF THE SMALL WORLD xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Roxanne watched Sam eagerly as he drank from her vial. "Do you feel funny? Anything weird going on?" Like she said, she had tried it on herself before but she was technically human. Sam was a whole other species. She was expecting a possible reaction difference but so far, there was nothing. "If it starts to burn then i suggest drinking water...." Roxanne rocked back at forth on the bed, happy that Sam actually drank what she was giving to him. Maybe this could be the beginning of a beautiful partnership. "Why don't you just buy short-sleeved flannel shirts? You always have long-sleeved ones and just roll them up. " Roxanne arched her brow and directed to Sam's shirt. His life could be a lot easier if he had a short-sleeved plaid shirt or two. Roxanne knew what today was going to be like. Dean was more of the field service guy recently so Roxanne would stay here with Sam, bother him as he tried to do research or help him in the best way that she could. She couldn't really be much more help unless they find the witches in question; then Roxanne would gladly take the wheel. She and Bonnie had already discussed how this could work out and what Roxanne may or may not have to do when the time comes down to it. But this was somehow nice, she and Sam were having a small conversation without anyone getting hurt or them getting on each other's nerves.
Roxanne was inwardly debating whether or not to mention Sam telling her about his humanity not letting her get hurt. She wanted to ask about it but what if he shot down the subject? He didn't seem to protest about her using his blood but talking about his humanity was different. Plus Roxy didn't want to get her hopes up, you know? There was no guarantee if he was really telling the truth last night and, if he was, there was no guarantee that he would admit to it if she asked. But what if he did admit? What would that mean for them? Was there even a 'them' anymore? Was is just Sam....and then Roxanne? Not Sam and Roxanne? This is why Roxanne didn't want to get her hopes up. As upset as she was about what Sam did, she still loved him. C'mon, how long has it been? 8 days? 9 days? She can't just turn off her emotions like he could. She didn't want any reason to have hope that she and Sam could get back together. So here she was, casually observing him as he sat down behind his laptop. This was going to be difficult
'Pretty great'. Her sister drew them as freaking angels and all Dean gave her was a pretty great? Yeah the meaning behind the drawing was really vague but maybe was a good thing. Maybe and then Roxanne saw them as....some kind of angels. They weren't the most angelic pair but it was nice to see a drawing of them like that. Plus it was a damn good drawing, one of Roxanne's bests. But of course Bianca couldn't tell her that because she wasn't even supposed to be going through Roxy's sketchbook in the first place. Because of this Bianca refrained from flipping to any more pages. If Roxanne really wanted Bianca and Dean to see her drawing she would've showed them by now. Bianca couldn't say that she wanted to go with Dean to the school but she didn't want to stay with Roxanne and Sam either. Too much tension. But she didn't want to investigate a bunch of Highschool girls so she'll have to deal with the ex-lovebirds. Bianca grabbed Dean's tie gently and pulled him in for a quick kiss. "Be careful. And call if there are any updates alright? We don't need to stay here any longer than necessary"
Once Dean had left, Bianca had marched her way to Roxanne's room. She was surprised when she entered, seeing Sam already there. The messy second bed and Sam's bags was enough for Bianca to know that Sam spent the night in Roxanne's room....and nothing happened between the two. Good. Roxanne should keep her emotions drawn from Sam. She was a strong woman, she wouldn't go back to Sam as soon as they were alone together in a room. "Mornin'" said Bianca, looking at the two. They seemed fine, no arguing, the tension in the room was at a minimum. So far so good for today. No one seemed hurt, either. Bianca shook her head at Sam. "Have you seen your face?" She asked. If he could heal Roxanne, he could surely heal his own face. Bianca then paid attention to her sister, seeing as though the blonde was trying to discreetly shake her head at Bianca, a way of signaling for her not to tell Sam about his face. Well then, Roxy. Bianca shrugged it off, arching a brow at her sister. "So....any updates?"
"Uh, Yeah, I kinda got some help to narrow down the possibilities for what was used. So it's down to three choices" Roxanne smiled proudly, glad that she was able to narrow it down. The witch grabbed her book and opened it to show Bianca. She didn't let her sister touch the book, she merely held it in front of the girl's face. This was a recently obtained object and Roxanne would not let it be damaged.
"What....what am i looking at here? This isn't even your handwriting, it's disgusting. Is this even in English?" Clearly it was in english but the handwriting was so hurried that Bianca couldn't help but make a joke about it. "Okay, yes, a spell that last...for how long the witch desires. A temporary spell. And a potion who's length depends on potency. I see. The ingredients for this is frightening, Roxanne. What do you go through for this stuff? How do we know what the witches used?"
"I go through a lot for this s**t. I could kill you with just a strand of hair....Anyway, we don't know. We kinda need to know first if there are actually any witches, then i can access how strong they are. And then i can pick which one of these were actually used" That shouldn't take long. Roxanne only needed to be close enough to a witch to understand how strong they are. Dean just needed to figure out who the witches were.
Bianca nodded. "You're coming in handy. No practice today, okay? Just work. The quicker we're out of this town, the better. And i really just want to move on to something other than witches who can't hide their magic. Roxy, if you ever go rogue, please keep your magic hidden enough for other hunters not to be able to find you. Not even us." Bianca was just joking, she had no idea of the change in her sister. But her advice was pretty much spot on, Roxanne would try to remember that.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx──────────── xx◆ xx Sweet Sixteen and we had arrived x Walking down the streets as they whistlex "hi, hi!"xxxx Stealing police cars with xthe senior guysx
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxTeachers said that xwe'd never make it out alive.xThere she was, my new best friendxHigh heels in her handsxSwaying in the wind xxxx
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxThen she starts to cry xMascara running down her little xBambi eyesx"Lana how I hate those guys" xThis is what makes us girls x
xxxxxxWe all look for heaven and we put love firstxxxxSomething that we'd die for xIt's our curse.
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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx IS A RESIDENTxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx DON'T CRY ABOUT IT
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Posted: Sun Jun 22, 2014 3:18 pm
CARRY ON MY WAYWARD SON ◣ ✖ ◥
THERE*BE*PE▲CE WH➸EN ( ☠ ) y o u xx a r e xx d o n e ↺ ⊱
Lay your weary HEAD↓ to - - restxxxx
DON*T YOU CRY ┊ 【no more】
MASQUERADING xxx AS xxx A xxx MAN xxx WITH xxx A xxx REASON
MY CHA ██ RADE IS! THE⋙ ( event of the s e a s o n )
( ↺ ) a n d x i f x i x c l a i m ■■ T↺ BE A WISE MAN ＇!WELL
ɪᴛ x sᴜʀᴇʟʏ x ᴍᴇᴀɴs x ᴛʜᴀᴛ x ɪ x ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ x ᴋɴᴏᴡ A name of legend: Dean Winchester. Dean Winchester is a man who labels himself as a hunter, which means that he will easily think above everyone, grow cocky in a fight, and ridden his tortured soul with guilt. A hunter comes with a price, and that is facing the problems in the past. As Dean drove to the far away high school, who to him seemed like a lifetime ago, he started to question himself and Bianca's baby topic. Dean could visibly remember having Ben as the son figure. While Dean was around to teach Ben to work a car, Ben was there to remind him everyday that there was hope for the Winchester yet. In the end, someone gets hurt. For example: Lisa. Lisa and Ben got kidnapped, Lisa got possessed, and the demon made Lisa stab herself. In the end, everyone survived, but their memories of Dean didn't. And Dean felt like if that happened in just a short while that he known Lisa, then what could happen when he truly have a baby of his own. What if Dean gets out of control, goes rouge, kills a bunch of creatures, and return to hold his son while covered in blood. Dean could imagine it, and it made his jaw clench. Dean was reckless, and he lets the job get to him.
When he arrived at the high school again, he parked in the same spot he did the previous day. Near the football field so that his '67 Impala wouldn't be in so much attention of the students for the reckless teenagers to get a high off of stealing cars. Also, the teacher's separated parking lot was reserved for staff only, much like the student parking lot. Not wanting to cause a disruption, Dean decided that it would be better for him to stay back where he did before. His eyes brushed over the school, and he mentally made note to focus on the obvious and the hiding items. He needed to find something, anything, to make this a case or else a few days and this is a bust. Dean was almost sure that there was something witchy going on. "Mr. Johnson?" Principal Truman questioned, slowly stalking towards Deans with a much more guarded stand Hands shoved into his pockets, chest puffed out boldly, and his chin up. Dean's lips quirked up into a smirk, knowing that his goodbye comment wasn't the highlight of his day. "You called and said that you were coming back. Why?"
Dean noticed the sudden sharpness to the man's tone, rather than the lecturing, calm voice that was explaining the history behind the high school. Dean's smirk didn't hide, however, no matter how coldly the stranger was speaking to him. He just felt proud that he caught him at his own best, and he was just pissed off. Flashing his badge again, feeling the need to intimidate the principal again, Dean explained, "I am FBI and I am investigating a case here at your school. I get that it's just two boys who shot each other, but my boss won't let me return to my wife and kids until I write a report about what happened here. And since I only got one man's side of the story, and that exact man asked me of my return in a suspicious tone, I could label you as a suspect." Dean patted the man's back as he brushed past him. Not so much of a firm handshake, or even another comment. Dean just walked off.
However, he didn't get very far until one of the girls from yesterday stopped him from walking off the field. "Hey there, agent man," she purred, her eyes trailing over his tall body. Dean shoved his hands inside his pocket, much like what the principal did earlier. Deja Vu would be the perfect saying here. How the cheerleaders would want to be with Dean, pawing at him, drooling over him, and watching him as he walked by. He was known for getting the ladies back in the days, but that's the thing: that was the past. Also, these girls were teenagers. Dean had a good girlfriend. He wouldn't jeopardize that. "We have more of that drink for you," another cheerleader said, the one from yesterday. Honestly, Dean had to admit, that drink was pretty good. With an excited smile, Dean followed the girls back to the table that was served for the football players and the girls. He could remember what happened yesterday; how the players would just stop in their tracks to let the big time agent pass. And again, this happened, and it brought a sense of power.
Sam was sitting behind the laptop, minding his own business for once he was just tired, that's all. He wanted to be by himself, though he normally is, and just think. He needed a plan. Perhaps he'll say that Samuel needs him for a case, and just stay away. Honestly, Sam knew that Roxanne wasn't going to let him go so easily. In fact, he used her fear against her, but she still stood strong. Sam should've known that would happen. If anyone were to be brave about the outcome of their fear, it would be Roxanne. She was a woman beyond forces that Sam can control, and she prepared herself mentally and physically for just about anything to hurt her. While Roxanne repeated just about a summary of what she told Sam, he was looking up one of the spells that Roxanne failed to mention. She spoke of two spells, but she didn't mention a third. So why not just go ahead and find information of such spell.
However, the demon couldn't help but overhear just what the sisters were talking about. Hiding powers. Even to Sam, the idea of it is too... what's the word to use. Impossible. Sam knows of his urges. He can control it, but occasionally he wants to use his powers and throw something across the room without even touching said object. But Roxanne's sister doesn't need to tell Roxanne what to do with her powers. However, Sam minded his own business, not exactly in the mood for a screaming match. After all, if that was the case, he would gladly leave with his horrible headache. He knew that it would get suspicious of his silence, so Sam needed to say something. "Oh don't mind me. Just doing some research and takin' care of the kids," joked Sam before returning his eyes to the screen. However, something finally caught his eye. "Speaking of research.."
Sam spun the silver laptop around and showed the girls the site. Well, mainly what the words spoke and the Latin headline that was the title of the spell. A proud lopsided smile was on Sam's face. "This is one of the spells you were talking about Roxanne. It's a potion. Where someone drinks it, becomes immediately obsessed with their significant other, and possibly will kill for them. I've heard of this spell before, actually. A hunter was bragging about it at a bar one time. How some witches were using this spell to make their boyfriends like them more, but it turned out that the boyfriends didn't want anyone else to have her but himself, so he killed her. He killed the girl he was obsessed with just because he wanted the girl to himself. No guys would lay their eyes on her, no family would take her from him, nothing." Turing the laptop once again on the wooden table to where it was facing him once again, he continued, looking at the girls. "The spell eventually wears off, y'know. In a matter of a few short days. But the more they drink that stuff, the longer it takes for the spell to wear off. No chants can stop it, no other potion can stop it. The more they gobble down, the longer they feel that obsessive urge."
ONCE I ROSE ◞ !ABOVE⇡ THE NOISE AND CON➠FUSION
「JUST TO : get a ❛GLIMPSE BEYONDxxx ⊰ ███ this » ⇡LLUS⇡ON
ɪ ᴡᴀs sᴏᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ʜɪɢʜᴇʀ （☠）ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ғʟᴇᴡ ᴛᴏᴏ ʜɪɢʜ xxxx ɪ ᴡᴀs sᴏᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ʜɪɢʜᴇʀ （☠）ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ғʟᴇᴡ ᴛᴏᴏ ʜɪɢʜ
ɪ ᴡᴀs sᴏᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ʜɪɢʜᴇʀ （☠）ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ғʟᴇᴡ ᴛᴏᴏ ʜɪɢʜ xxxx ɪ ᴡᴀs sᴏᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ʜɪɢʜᴇʀ （☠）ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ғʟᴇᴡ ᴛᴏᴏ ʜɪɢʜ
THOUGH ⇡MY´ EYES❞COULD ◣SEE◥ I STILL WAS A BLI➸ND MAN ▪▪ ↻
↓THOUGH MY MIND CO➠ULD TH⇡NK｀✦◟i still was : A MAD MAN !!
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Posted: Sun Jun 22, 2014 10:22 pm
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx──────────── xx ◆ xx And I don’t wanna see what I’ve seen x To undo what has been done. x Turn off all the lights xxxx Let the morning come.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxNow there’s green light in my eyes xAnd my lover on my mind. xAnd I’ll sing from the piano xtear my yellow dress and
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxCry xxand xx cry xxand xxcry xxxxOVERxxxxTHE xxxxLOVE xxxxOF xxxx YOU !
xx ◟ x x ║█████████████ ✽ ███ x xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx I CAN SEE THE GREEN LIGHT xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx I CAN xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx I CAN SEE IT IN YOUR EYES xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx IS A RESIDENT OF THE SMALL WORLD xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
"Good job, Nerd" This came from the only human in the room. She wasn't being snarky, just teasing Sam a bit. Actually, she was kind of praising him for catching on to that so fast. "So what? We're bust or something? Even if we get the witches, who knows how much they've been funneling down men's throats?" She didn't think that the affected men would allow them to get too close to the witches responsible and their goal was only to take down the witches, not those affected by them. Bianca wasn't too comfortable with Dean being out there when witches were drugging men but she had enough faith in Dean to know that he wouldn't drink a random beverage from a random woman. Unless he goes to a bar..... But he should be working. Bianca was probably overthinking this. She was just a little too paranoid when it came to Dean. " This is surrounding a high school, I didn't sign up for killing kids"
"They might not be kids. They can look young but could be freaking old. Like....Declaration of Independence old". Roxanne touched her face gently with her hands." When I see the first wrinkle or gray hair, my magic is going to come in real handy." Roxanne grinned, knowing how vain she sounded. She was only joking......maybe.... Who knows how she'll look in the future, she needs to keep her good looks." I've seen what a simple spell can do to your features. I don't trust these witches and I won't second guess them just because of their appearance." Roxanne looked at Sam, squinting at him the way he had done to her the night before. " b***h about my magic all you want, at least I never pulled anything like this on you" She had a point. She had never taken advantage of Sam before. Well... maybe she took a little bit of advantage of him this morning. But it was his fault for getting so wasted that he couldn't remember a thing.
Bianca rolled her eyes at her sister before turning her attention to Sam. " How're you, Sammy?" Bianca gave Sam a friendly smile, just wondering how he was after all his drinking last night. " You were pretty drunk last night, bet your head feels like s**t" After yesterday, Bianca had decided to treat Sam with kindness rather than returning his bullshit. Maybe they'd get a better response out of him if they were just nice to the boy. Maybe, if she could get herself to be alone with Sam sometime, then she could ask about his whole situation with Roxanne. But, for now, Bianca just wanted to gather more evidence of Sam's occasional humanity shine through. It would be nice to maybe think that Sam still has some feelings for Roxanne, regardless of whether or not he would be able to admit it. Bianca didn't care if they hated each other's guts, she spent too much energy on shipping them and she would not let that all go down the drain.
"I feel like a sitting duck. Sam's the researcher, Dean's doing field service. I can't go out and practice - thank you, Bianca." Roxanne threw herself onto her bed and kicking off her shoes, clearly getting comfortable. "What if there actually isn't any witches and this whole thing was just some really jealous guys, you know? It could happen. I watch the news, kids are making a trend out of shooting each other. The idea of this being witches could be all in our heads. And no, I am not hiding anything like last time. To hell with these ones; I only look out for my own" Roxanne patted her bed so her sister could roll on beside her. Of course, her sister did exactly that. The girls hadn't shared a bed together in....in a while. It was almost comical how their growing relationships with the boys ended with the girls being less....codependent. " Sam, how's the headache working out for you? Did my thing work? If it doesn't work on you then maybe I've got to make it stronger for the next time that you decide to go drink"
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx──────────── xx◆ xx Sweet Sixteen and we had arrived x Walking down the streets as they whistlex "hi, hi!"xxxx Stealing police cars with xthe senior guysx
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxTeachers said that xwe'd never make it out alive.xThere she was, my new best friendxHigh heels in her handsxSwaying in the wind xxxx
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxThen she starts to cry xMascara running down her little xBambi eyesx"Lana how I hate those guys" xThis is what makes us girls x
xxxxxxWe all look for heaven and we put love firstxxxxSomething that we'd die for xIt's our curse.
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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx IS A RESIDENTxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx DON'T CRY ABOUT IT
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Posted: Mon Jun 23, 2014 3:44 am
CARRY ON MY WAYWARD SON ◣ ✖ ◥
THERE*BE*PE▲CE WH➸EN ( ☠ ) y o u xx a r e xx d o n e ↺ ⊱
Lay your weary HEAD↓ to - - restxxxx
DON*T YOU CRY ┊ 【no more】
MASQUERADING xxx AS xxx A xxx MAN xxx WITH xxx A xxx REASON
MY CHA ██ RADE IS! THE⋙ ( event of the s e a s o n )
( ↺ ) a n d x i f x i x c l a i m ■■ T↺ BE A WISE MAN ＇!WELL
ɪᴛ x sᴜʀᴇʟʏ x ᴍᴇᴀɴs x ᴛʜᴀᴛ x ɪ x ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ x ᴋɴᴏᴡ Dean was examining the high school nearly in all of the room after drinking some of that power juice that the girls offered him. Most were empty, while others were crowded with students and a teacher. Much like when someone walks in, all the attention was directed towards the new entertainment rather than learning, and saw a man in a suit standing by the door. In which case, Dean would have to apologize, tell the teacher to carry on, and close the door as quiet as he can. Not that he's embarrassed; he just didn't want to disrupt the class. He eventually made it to the locker room, where it was just quiet and without a sound. If this case involved witches, they could've planted some hex bags. So, after arching his back backwards, Dean inspected the doorways to see if there would be any signs of anyone coming into here any time soon. Seeing that he was alone, and should be alone, Dean walked towards the closest locker.
Dean searched and combed through all the lockers, and saw nothing out of the ordinary, and no spells. With a sigh, Dean shoved his hands in his pockets, and looked nearly defeated as he turned to leave. But when facing the door, Dean was met with a young man wielding a shotgun. The end of the barrel was pointed at Dean. Immediately, his hands shot up in surrender, and Dean looked at the kid with dismayed eyes. "What are you-" Dean questioned.
"Shut up! I saw you with her. I saw the way she was looking at you. With those googly eyes, and that big smile, and occasionally touching your arm," sneered the boy, madness in his eyes and his lips quivering with anger. Dean couldn't believe that a young students would an armed gun at an agent. "She's mine. And mine only," bravely informed the student.
Dean grew more impatient and worried at the discharged weapon aimed at his face. "I don't know what you are talkin' about, but put down the gun," warned Dean, knowing that since his hands are in the air now, he couldn't discreetly grab for his weapon and threaten the kid to lowered his weapon. But seeing how the student shifted the trigger back, Dean immediately took a dive. Collapsing to the ground, Dean felt a bunch of dry wall hit him. Nothing that hurt, but to tell him that there was going to be a big mess for the janitor tonight. Dean was caught in surprise, but was also quick on his feet. He directed his attention and head towards where the shotgun was. Nothing but a bunch of dust and smoke in the air. Using this tactic as an advantage, Dean tried to find an exit. Just as he turned a corner past two tall, blue lockers, bullets went ricocheting. The bounced off the edge of the lockers, one that were scaringly close to Dean. "Damn, this kid can shoot," muttered Dean to himself. Dean had to look just about everywhere, since he had no pin point on this student now. Also, he didn't want to give up his location and risk losing his head. So, Dean did the bravest move. He lunged towards the door, slammed himself to the object to set himself free, and ran out. The kid was only after shooting Dean, no one else. Dean couldn't shoot a kid, even if it was defense. That wasn't him. Also, he couldn't get close enough to knock him out. So, Dean had to run.
Dean returned to the motel just as fast as he left. He needed to inform the girls that they were dealing with a witch. In fact, that was Dean's first words as he stormed through Sam's and Roxanne's door. "We're dealing with a witch." It wasn't confirmed until now, and Dean had this bad hunch. "I got freakin' attacked at the school just because I was talking to a girl." Dean grabbed his jacket at the chest and tugged it down off his shoulders to reveal his crisp, white shirt. Just after he set the jacket on the chair, he started to mess with the buttons at the cuffs. "Did you find out anything?"
ONCE I ROSE ◞ !ABOVE⇡ THE NOISE AND CON➠FUSION
「JUST TO : get a ❛GLIMPSE BEYONDxxx ⊰ ███ this » ⇡LLUS⇡ON
ɪ ᴡᴀs sᴏᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ʜɪɢʜᴇʀ （☠）ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ғʟᴇᴡ ᴛᴏᴏ ʜɪɢʜ xxxx ɪ ᴡᴀs sᴏᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ʜɪɢʜᴇʀ （☠）ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ғʟᴇᴡ ᴛᴏᴏ ʜɪɢʜ
ɪ ᴡᴀs sᴏᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ʜɪɢʜᴇʀ （☠）ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ғʟᴇᴡ ᴛᴏᴏ ʜɪɢʜ xxxx ɪ ᴡᴀs sᴏᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ʜɪɢʜᴇʀ （☠）ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ғʟᴇᴡ ᴛᴏᴏ ʜɪɢʜ
THOUGH ⇡MY´ EYES❞COULD ◣SEE◥ I STILL WAS A BLI➸ND MAN ▪▪ ↻
↓THOUGH MY MIND CO➠ULD TH⇡NK｀✦◟i still was : A MAD MAN !!
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Posted: Mon Jun 23, 2014 12:08 pm
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx──────────── xx ◆ xx And I don’t wanna see what I’ve seen x To undo what has been done. x Turn off all the lights xxxx Let the morning come.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxNow there’s green light in my eyes xAnd my lover on my mind. xAnd I’ll sing from the piano xtear my yellow dress and
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxCry xxand xx cry xxand xxcry xxxxOVERxxxxTHE xxxxLOVE xxxxOF xxxx YOU !
xx ◟ x x ║█████████████ ✽ ███ x xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx I CAN SEE THE GREEN LIGHT xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx I CAN xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx I CAN SEE IT IN YOUR EYES xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx IS A RESIDENT OF THE SMALL WORLD xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Both girls were more than shocked when Dean busted through the doors, confirming that they were, in fact, dealing with a witch. That was nice, now they could treat this like an actual case and get proactive. Roxanne wasn't too concerned with Dean, he seemed fine. Plus it wasn't like Dean couldn't handle a little punk kid. Not kill 'em but handle them, you know? Rough them up a bit to get the message that Dean isn't the enemy. When Dean asked if they found anything, Roxanne nodded. " Spell. Potion, really. The dosage amount determines the lasting period on the spell" Roxanne reached across Bianca for her book, scribbling down something in the margins. " Uh, from the ingredients it looks like it wouldn't really be a burden to drink it but I don't think that the flavor of the drink may matter". Roxanne sat up, looking at Dean. Maybe Dean getting attacked could prove beneficial to this case. Bianca was the worrier when it came to Dean. Right now, Roxanne used him as a piece of evidence in the case. " A kid attacked you? Were you talking to his girl? Then we know who the witch is, right?"
Bianca was more worried about her boyfriend right now but he seemed fine. No damages to his body, he just seemed a bit rattled. She supposed that was good. She did know now that if Dean decided to go back to that school for some god forsaken reason, Bianca was going with him. Or maybe Sam since a little kid technically couldn't kill Sam without the right armada. " But maybe the actual witch just supplied the beverage for the chick that the kid's in love with?" Bianca was just really holding on to the idea that maybe, just maybe, these kids weren't responsible for the case. It was too freaking insane to imagine kids with this kind of powers. It was insane to imagine anyone with that kind of power but here Bianca was, comfortably in a room with two people who were capable of some extraordinary things. " Did you ask kids any questions? Find out any information? Who the girls in question hang around with? Where can we get them alone?" Bianca's eyebrows went sky-high as she looked at Dean. Information like that would be pretty helpful. They could full on confront the witches. "It's not like we can full on run into that school, guns blazing, and take down as set of presumably teenage girls"
Roxanne groaned. " She's got a point....." Roxanne rubbed her chin methodically. " How did he attack you? How angry was he? Did he try to injure or kill?" Roxanne nudged her sister. " Maybe we could send you in. I'm sure you give schoolboys all sort of ideas to take home with them" For once, Bianca actually laughed at Roxanne's joke. Yeah, Bianca's laughed at Roxy's jokes plenty of times before but the girls seemed so tense with each other recently. It wasn't about the coven thing, they surely got over that. But Roxanne's temper seemed to be getting shorter and shorter and Bianca didn't know how to tread lightly yet. Bianca was trying to avoid getting yelled at again. Roxanne was aware of this. After Sam telling her to ease up on her sister, Roxanne contemplated on how her outburst probably wasn't the coolest thing to do and how it could have effected Bianca. Roxanne wouldn't admit that Sam actually got her to think about all this. Yet alone Sam when he was drunk.
Bianca grinned at her sister's joke, rolling her eyes. " Ignoring Roxanne's stupidity, she's got a point. Maybe, if we need more information for the case, let me or Roxy go in. Or both of us, for that matter. Unless those girls swing both ways, I highly doubt that either of us would be prone to being attacked. And we can't actually send Sam out there because he's kind of immortal and we don't need some kids talking about a guy that didn't even flinch when he was shot or stabbed or whatever their medium is" Bianca flipped her hair over her shoulder. She had feeling increasingly maternal recently and felt that her particular tone of voice could help with her opinion on this matter. Right now? She sounded like a mom laying down the law. " If we need any more information from those kids, Dean, you're not going back. Jealousy makes people do some crazy s**t and I will not tolerate you getting killed over some little tramp batting her eyes at you"
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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxTeachers said that xwe'd never make it out alive.xThere she was, my new best friendxHigh heels in her handsxSwaying in the wind xxxx
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxThen she starts to cry xMascara running down her little xBambi eyesx"Lana how I hate those guys" xThis is what makes us girls x
xxxxxxWe all look for heaven and we put love firstxxxxSomething that we'd die for xIt's our curse.
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Posted: Tue Jun 24, 2014 1:24 am
CARRY ON MY WAYWARD SON ◣ ✖ ◥
THERE*BE*PE▲CE WH➸EN ( ☠ ) y o u xx a r e xx d o n e ↺ ⊱
Lay your weary HEAD↓ to - - restxxxx
DON*T YOU CRY ┊ 【no more】
MASQUERADING xxx AS xxx A xxx MAN xxx WITH xxx A xxx REASON
MY CHA ██ RADE IS! THE⋙ ( event of the s e a s o n )
( ↺ ) a n d x i f x i x c l a i m ■■ T↺ BE A WISE MAN ＇!WELL
ɪᴛ x sᴜʀᴇʟʏ x ᴍᴇᴀɴs x ᴛʜᴀᴛ x ɪ x ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ x ᴋɴᴏᴡ Sam was surprised by the sudden outburst of Dean's appearance, and noted how he was running on adrenaline and rushing words out of his mouth as soon as possible. It was an understatement and the brothers had done this a million times. Even before Dean explained his side of the story, Sam could guess that he was chased. Dean's eyes were wide, his pacing was readable, and his constant stammering with the speed of his voice. It was all clear signs of a recent chase. Since there were no bullet wounds, Sam couldn't have guessed that an armed weapon was involved, so when Dean said that side of the adventure filled story, Sam had to mask his concern. Dean looked fine, and all he seemed right now was frazzled which is normal. However, his brother was attacked and as much as Sam wanted to ask questions regarding his safety, Sam had to hold his tongue.
However, as the girls started to talk to Dean about staying in, Sam knew that Dean wasn't going to accept that. Nearly dead or not, Dean was going to make sure that the girls stay under safe roofs and away from armed weapons. Sam would do the same thing. Thus, an idea pitched in his head. Kids are always throwing a party, and schools always have some sort of fundraising going on. As the girls continued their conversation, Sam's fingers immediately started to drum against the keyboard, looking up certain URL's and sites. However, Dean was getting frustrated. "I didn't stop and ask for a beer and questions!" recoiled back Dean, annoyed at all the questions. It made him feel like they doubted his investigating skills. However, he paused and directed his brief attention towards Bianca, "Sorry for yellin', babe."
Playing through the recent memory and the questions that were thrown at him all too suddenly and abruptly, Dean paused for silence. "I ask some of the kids questions. I asked if they knew the kid that shot his buddy in the back. They said that the guy never done anything that was violent. He was never the party guy type. He had a poor family, was on the football team to get to the NFL eventually in years time and gain money for his parents. Straight A's, good friend, but bad boyfriend. He had a girlfriend, but he barely gave her attention because he was always studying and taking care of his sick parents. So why he shot some other guy is still weird to them." Dean licked the base of lips, knowing that he was doing a good job so far. He started to work on the other cuff that needed unbutton. However, Dean continued. "The girlfriend was a cheerleader, so I'm guessing that it's one of them but I don't know which one was the guy who attacked me. A bunch of cheerleaders came up to me and talked to me."
"If these cheerleaders are getting their supplies from someone, then we are going to have to think back to the cliques in high school. Cheerleaders can be intimidating enough to force a poor, insecure girl to do their dirty work. Or another just as popular female who isn't a cheerleader. Heck, it could even be a guy who just wants to fit in. Either way, the cheerleaders are like the football players, they run the school and they can control everyone." Though it doesn't seem like it, Dean was actually smart. He often believes that people doubt his IQ, but he did have some keen observation skills. "He attacked me with a gun, and seemed pretty pissed off that I talked to his girl, but I interviewed a bunch of girls that day. And by the size of his shotgun, he meant to kill." Dean was trying to make sure that he gets to all of the questions that the girls asked. He didn't want to seem so dumb, he didn't want people to think that they are greater than Dean.
Before Dean could inform the girls that they will not be setting foot inside that school and playing good cop/bad cop, Sam clapped his hands together once, a sign that he found something. Actually, this whole time, Dean had forgotten that Sam was sitting there because he was so quiet. He didn't even know that his brother was doing research. "Roxanne," started Sam, with an awfully smug smirk on his face, the dimples revealing. "Will you be my date to the school's costume party?" Dean's eyebrows furrowed together, confused hopelessly.
"And I just felt my IQ drop right back down after all the question answering. What the hell are you talking about, Sam?" asked Dean, knowing that his brother wasn't literally asking Roxanne out for a date. He was just using a rather poorly done punch line to begin his research rant.
Sam adjusted himself in his seat to a much more comfier position, now that the attention was directed towards him. "It seems that on one of the cheerleader's Facebook page, she's having a costume party tonight. Why? I don't know, considering it's not remotely near Halloween, but the comments says some of the things that they will be. One said that they will be Flash, or Barbie, or Megan Fox from Jessica's Body in the cheerleader outfit. It's legit, it's tonight, and if we dress up, we'll get in. I guarantee that we can find out more of this stuff tonight if we go."
Dean didn't hesitate before he shouted out, "I call Batman!" Which caused a laugh from Sam.
"I think I'm gonna be a bit geeky and go as Han Solo."
ONCE I ROSE ◞ !ABOVE⇡ THE NOISE AND CON➠FUSION
「JUST TO : get a ❛GLIMPSE BEYONDxxx ⊰ ███ this » ⇡LLUS⇡ON
ɪ ᴡᴀs sᴏᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ʜɪɢʜᴇʀ （☠）ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ғʟᴇᴡ ᴛᴏᴏ ʜɪɢʜ xxxx ɪ ᴡᴀs sᴏᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ʜɪɢʜᴇʀ （☠）ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ғʟᴇᴡ ᴛᴏᴏ ʜɪɢʜ
ɪ ᴡᴀs sᴏᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ʜɪɢʜᴇʀ （☠）ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ғʟᴇᴡ ᴛᴏᴏ ʜɪɢʜ xxxx ɪ ᴡᴀs sᴏᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ʜɪɢʜᴇʀ （☠）ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ғʟᴇᴡ ᴛᴏᴏ ʜɪɢʜ
THOUGH ⇡MY´ EYES❞COULD ◣SEE◥ I STILL WAS A BLI➸ND MAN ▪▪ ↻
↓THOUGH MY MIND CO➠ULD TH⇡NK｀✦◟i still was : A MAD MAN !!
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Posted: Tue Jun 24, 2014 3:44 pm
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx──────────── xx ◆ xx And I don’t wanna see what I’ve seen x To undo what has been done. x Turn off all the lights xxxx Let the morning come.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxNow there’s green light in my eyes xAnd my lover on my mind. xAnd I’ll sing from the piano xtear my yellow dress and
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxCry xxand xx cry xxand xxcry xxxxOVERxxxxTHE xxxxLOVE xxxxOF xxxx YOU !
xx ◟ x x ║█████████████ ✽ ███ x xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx I CAN SEE THE GREEN LIGHT xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx I CAN xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx I CAN SEE IT IN YOUR EYES xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx IS A RESIDENT OF THE SMALL WORLD xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Bianca shook her head rapidly. "No, no, no. I do parties but not costume parties. They're lame and you don't know who is who so that gives space for a whole lot of bullshit. I don't trust it." Bianca looked at Dean and Sam like they could go on their own because Bianca wasn't going and she was sure Roxanne wasn't a party person. Bianca was geared up to rant some more when Roxanne grabbed her head and hastily whispered into her ear. When she was done, Roxanne smacked her hands together and grinned at Bianca, just nodding at her sister. "After consulting with our resident witch, I have decided that maybe this isn't such a bad idea." Bianca shrugged. Roxanne had told her that this was the perfect opportunity for shopping. Plus costumes for women weren't the most modest thing anymore so maybe she could get her costume and pick out something that could prove helpful in the bedroom. Sometimes Bianca felt like Roxanne thought that the only thing Bianca could think about was sex. But Bianca was pretty sure Roxanne would have the exact same motive if she and Sam were still together. " Sam, this is the second time today. You're starting to amaze me. But don't get too cocky" Bianca actually paid a compliment to Sam. Maybe he was growing on her again. " But I do think you two should go as each other's dates. You two could match. Sam as Solo. Roxy, you could be that chick with the buns"
Roxanne groaned. "Bianca, you don't even know her name for god's sake." It was a slight geek moment. Like when Dean called Harry Potter's scar a Z. Roxanne was only on the defensive side about Bianca saying she and Sam should go as dates. Roxanne knew that Bianca didn't mean anything romantic by it, just that two nerds should go and be nerdy. " You're not sending me to a high school party dressed as her. That is the most unflattering outfit ever. She looks like a marshmallow! She wears a turtleneck! Either I go in there like a marshmallow or I go in there as Jabba's slave and I'd prefer to keep my modesty. Any other kind of party? Sure, i'd delve a little in a whore-ish outfit but I don't rust teenage boys and neither do you, Bianca. I'll go as a ******** astronaut if I have to." Roxanne rolled her eyes. " And why do I have to have a date? Why can't a go on my own? You feel like I can't enjoy myself?"
"Exactly, you can't. No offense, Roxy, but you've never struck me as the party type. If you were, you'd be more than willing to head out in the slave costume. Show a little cleavage, maybe a little bit of a**. Give them something to look at. You're a woman, you've got the power to do a whole lot of things to a whole lot of men - and that's just the natural side of you. What about the Supernatural side? I'm pretty sure you can handle yourself just as well as the rest of these witches. C'mon, we'll go costume shopping, i'll get you something sexy. Remember the nurse costume?" Bianca looked at Roxanne with arched brows, then at Sam. She was sure that they could remember that since Roxanne reported that she wouldn't be able to wear t again after what they had done with it. Bianca turned her attention back to her sister. " Please, pretty please? We can buy cheap Halloween makeup and I can do you up all fancy, no one would even care that you look like a marshmallow. They'll be focused on how beautiful you are" Bianca grinned, poking her sister. " C'mon, C'mon, C'mon. Don't you want to see how good i'll look. I already got an idea for my costume. Please? If you look stupid then we'll work on your costume, okay? Please" Bianca may have seemed like a child in this moment but she didn't care what the boys thought. They got her excited about this. It was a sister thing. Bianca just wanted to take the opportunity to do her sister up all pretty. Bianca didn't doubt that Roxanne could make herself like beautiful but Roxanne was more into a subtle makeup look, Bianca wanted her to look fabulous.
Roxanne knew better than to argue with Bianca. Her sister always got a kick out of making Roxanne look pretty for picture days or dates. But Roxanne didn't quite get how it was decided that she'd dress as princess Leia. Who knows, maybe Roxanne wanted to go as someone from X-Men like The Phoenix. Sam wasn't even asked if he was okay with Roxanne matching him since he called the Star Wars theme first. Roxanne looked at Sam and shrugged, she should have made sure that Sam was fine with matching before she even let Bianca get ahead of herself with shopping and makeup. " Do you mind? It is for work, after all." Roxanne only said that so Sam would know that she wasn't taking this as some sort of way to stir up any romantic connections. She just thought that since it was most likely that Dean and Bianca would match, they might as well match themselves.If he didn't want to match then Roxanne could easily find another costume. She doubted most kids at that party would fangirl over a decent Leia and Han Solo costume. From the costumes that Sam already mention, Roxanne knew that Star Wars wasn't exactly the party goers' forte.
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Once Sam had agreed, the girls were gone. They didn't want to shop with the boys since Bianca wanted the big reveal to be a 'surprise'. In all honesty, there was a chance that this was all taking Bianca back to when she was younger. When parties were her thing and skimpy outfits were her weapon of choice. But this too took Roxanne back to when she was younger. The nights spent uninvolved with such parties. She'd go to a few, sure, Auora was a big fan of parties herself, but she never really enjoyed it much. She liked the stuff that went down at parties,the reckless drinking, the smoking, the potentially illegal activities, but she never really liked the people. They people who threw the parties were Roxanne's oppressors in high school. Even if Bianca wasn't a cheerleader, she was as good as one. She spent her high school years just like the rest of the cheerleaders, the only difference was that she wasn't known for a cute uniform and perky chants. When they were done with all their shopping, Bianca made sure that Sam wasn't coming back to his and Roxanne's motel room. Bianca settled with a cat woman costume almost immediately so that she and Dean could match. But costume picking wasn't as easy for Roxanne, the girl found every reason not to pick different versions of a Leia costume. In the end, Bianca just grabbed one and said that they'd fix it if it needed to be fixed. So here the girls were, half ready, sitting in robes and doing their hair and makeup. Roxanne had to admit that she would have needed Bianca's help with her hair. Bianca ended up having to cut off a couple inches of Roxanne's hair so that the buns would look proper. Roxanne insisted on not wearing a wig. She didn't care if Leia was a brunette, they could have casted a blonde to play Leia and there would have been no difference. Eventually the girls got themselves all dolled up. Bianca decided to go with darker sexier make up and left Roxanne with a lot of gold on. The gold really did wonder for her eyes. Bianca was decked out in her costume, fake whip in hand and black heeled boots on. Roxanne was the same, except with a fake blaster and white heeled boots. Honestly, both girls looked pretty ******** hot. Bianca's costume was skin tight and showed a lot of cleavage and Roxanne's showed cleavage and her right leg from the split in the dress. For a last minute plan for the case, the girls did pretty well.
The girls marched themselves to the room where Dean and Sam resided. They were pretty sure that the boys were probably just sitting around waiting for them - the girls took a while to make sure their costumes were perfect. So Bianca put the key in the lock and in flowed both girls looking equally as beautiful as ever. Immediately Bianca abandoned her shy sister to go to her boyfriend. "We match!" she squealed. For such a sexy costume, Bianca seemed like a little girl right now. She was the one who protested in the first place and now she was the most excited one in the room. Bianca's boots made her close enough to Dean's height so the girl leaned forward to whisper into his ear. " When we get back, we're so playing a little bit of batman and catwoman" Bianca grinned at Dean and turned to Roxanne. " Roxy! Stick that leg out more, you've got a split for a reason"
Roxanne nodded obediently and did as Bianca told her, just to utilize the absence of fabric. " I swear, someone's gonna spill something on me and this dress is going to get a stain and I actually really like how I look. Why couldn't Leia pick a more appropriate color? Why white?" Atleast Roxanne wasn't insecure about her body, she was just insecure about the color. And she sure didn't look like a marshmallow. Bianca did a good job on her with the makeup, she looked really good. And you could practically see her confidence. That year alone was good for her, working in that bar made her realize that she was the only one that felt like she was ugly. Roxanne nodded to Sam in his costume, feeling that he respectfully looked real good. Now, she may spend the entire night making Star Wars references here and there. Plus Roxanne had to get him back earlier for the joke of asking her to be his date. " I believe this is when you tell me that you love me and I reply with 'I know' "
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx──────────── xx◆ xx Sweet Sixteen and we had arrived x Walking down the streets as they whistlex "hi, hi!"xxxx Stealing police cars with xthe senior guysx
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxTeachers said that xwe'd never make it out alive.xThere she was, my new best friendxHigh heels in her handsxSwaying in the wind xxxx
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxThen she starts to cry xMascara running down her little xBambi eyesx"Lana how I hate those guys" xThis is what makes us girls x
xxxxxxWe all look for heaven and we put love firstxxxxSomething that we'd die for xIt's our curse.
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Posted: Thu Jun 26, 2014 1:29 am
CARRY ON MY WAYWARD SON ◣ ✖ ◥
THERE*BE*PE▲CE WH➸EN ( ☠ ) y o u xx a r e xx d o n e ↺ ⊱
Lay your weary HEAD↓ to - - restxxxx
DON*T YOU CRY ┊ 【no more】
MASQUERADING xxx AS xxx A xxx MAN xxx WITH xxx A xxx REASON
MY CHA ██ RADE IS! THE⋙ ( event of the s e a s o n )
( ↺ ) a n d x i f x i x c l a i m ■■ T↺ BE A WISE MAN ＇!WELL
ɪᴛ x sᴜʀᴇʟʏ x ᴍᴇᴀɴs x ᴛʜᴀᴛ x ɪ x ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ x ᴋɴᴏᴡ As soon as the girls were gone on their adventure to find their correct costumes, Dean beamed his sharp teeth at Sam, and watched his face turn into a form of regret. The older brother didn't care. All he wanted was to be Batman, but considering Sam's lack of creative taste, Dean wanted to make sure that Sam gets all the right items. "Where are you going to find a Batman costume around this time?" asked Sam as Dean started to head for the door with his keys jingling loudly as he collected his wallet into his other hand.
Turning around with a big grin on his face, Dean replied, "I'm going to make my own." It was damn near impossible even with little time, but Dean has been prepping himself up for this role for a long time, and finding out just what was it that was made of Batman's costume. All the ones that they sell at the stores are all jumpsuits and look tacky. Dean didn't want that. He wanted one that looked as if he walked off a Batman movie set. Sam, however, they can throw together a few clothes they find at the store, and use their weapons for the additional equipment. All Dean knew is that he never been to a costume party and he wasn't going to waste that opportunity now.
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After the boys were finished, Sam had to admit: Dean did a pretty good job He painted black around his eyes under the mask, bulked up on the gear, and looked actually like Batman. Sam was impressed. In fact, he had to check out Dean's work by knocking his knuckles against the stomach area of the suit, to see just how indestructible Dean claimed it was. It could be broken, but it would take work. Sam could imagine him throwing a long length of wood against Dean's stomach and watch it break in two. Sam chuckled at his brother's costume and walked to the mirror to fix the holster that was on his pants. "Nice, Dean. You really outdone yourself this time," said Sam with a laugh as he took in his brother's outfit again. It was also amusing since Dean was almost Sam's height now. Dean merely grown an inch, so he still had two more to reach Sam's height.
Soon, the girls entered the rooms, and Dean whistled at their costumes. Mainly Bianca's. He loved the suit she wore, and how it fit her perfectly, and how it matched his own. At her whispered comment, Dean already wanted the night to be over. He wanted to be the Batman to his Catwoman. An interested brow arched, even if she couldn't see it, though they could see his smug smirk. However, when Roxanne stuck her leg out and revealed the split in her costume, Dean nearly squinted his eyes in confusion. He wasn't sure if Leia's dress had a big split like that, but then again, they probably went to a really slutty costume store. Not that Dean was complaining on Bianca's part. However, if anyone were to hit on Bianca, Dean would put them in their place.
Sam chuckled at Roxanne's ending comment and crossed his arms. "Actually, when I was being frozen, you said that you loved me and I said, 'I know.' Get your Star Wars right." Blunt, yes, but he was happy to ruin her smug moment and ruin how she got caught in the moment to wreck on her biggest Star Wars romantic cinematic scene. He didn't care at the moment. At the size of the split in her leg, he was almost sure that guys would try to take her home for the night, and Sam wouldn't want to be near that to watch it happen. If she was to avoid him all night, then that would be perfect. Then Sam also wouldn't have to watch as guys makes stupid comments regarding her costume and try to lift up her dress.
"But nice try," complimented Sam as he dropped his hands down to lay by his side. He knew that he wasn't exactly looking his best, dressed as Han Solo, though his outfit look like it was from the movie set, much like Dean's. Even Sam gelled his bangs back so that he wouldn't look his boyish self and rather more adult-like. More of how Han Solo looked. Sam but down on his bottom lip as he noticed the sexual tension between Dean and Bianca, then the even bigger, hatred tension between he and Roxanne. Either way, they needed to get to the party and get the case over with. "Warning: no drinking any s**t while we're there. It could be ridden with the witch's potion. No beer from the fridge, no punch bowl, nothing. Silly, yes, but we can't risk it." Sam heaved out a deep sigh and asked, "We ready?"
ONCE I ROSE ◞ !ABOVE⇡ THE NOISE AND CON➠FUSION
「JUST TO : get a ❛GLIMPSE BEYONDxxx ⊰ ███ this » ⇡LLUS⇡ON
ɪ ᴡᴀs sᴏᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ʜɪɢʜᴇʀ （☠）ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ғʟᴇᴡ ᴛᴏᴏ ʜɪɢʜ xxxx ɪ ᴡᴀs sᴏᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ʜɪɢʜᴇʀ （☠）ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ғʟᴇᴡ ᴛᴏᴏ ʜɪɢʜ
ɪ ᴡᴀs sᴏᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ʜɪɢʜᴇʀ （☠）ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ғʟᴇᴡ ᴛᴏᴏ ʜɪɢʜ xxxx ɪ ᴡᴀs sᴏᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ʜɪɢʜᴇʀ （☠）ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ғʟᴇᴡ ᴛᴏᴏ ʜɪɢʜ
THOUGH ⇡MY´ EYES❞COULD ◣SEE◥ I STILL WAS A BLI➸ND MAN ▪▪ ↻
↓THOUGH MY MIND CO➠ULD TH⇡NK｀✦◟i still was : A MAD MAN !!
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