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Dean and Sam gazes didn't leave each other. Hell, it didn't even falter. Not once. Sam's stupid, lazy drunken stare with Dean's angered glare; it looked nothing more than a couple of brothers fighting over something so petty. When Bianca appeared out of no where, asking if everything was alright, Dean finally tore his gaze away and glanced to his girlfriend.

Glanced.

He was afraid that if he did look to her, she'd see the fire of the anger that coursed through his veins. Lately, Dean didn't rely on the magic wonders of alcohol to dull his problems but as the night went on, Dean could feel that desperate taste burn his mouth. Whiskey could solve his problems in a blink of an eye but with one look to Sam, Dean knew it wasn't worth it. He didn't want to be a disappointment alone in a bar.

He did, however, share a brief glance with Roxanne, a silent plea to do something. She didn't have to talk to him, but just take him back to the motel. Because Dean wasn't going to spend another second with him. However, if Sam was going to continue to fight, Dean was going to give what the demon wanted. Lonesome. No more is Dean going to fight; this wasn't his brother. This was a lowlife demon waiting to get killed.

As sick as it was for Dean to be so quick on abandoning his own brother, he didn't want to waste another breath on a twisted being who was so keen on being on his own. Dean wasn't going to kill him; no no. Dean was just going to walk away, because he was done.

Extending a hand out for Bianca to grasp, he finally flickered his gold specked green hues to her. "C'mon. Let's head back to the motel, yeah? We'll grab somethin' to eat on the way. What'dya say?"

"Okay," said Sam in the series of random questions, words, anything that fell from Roxanne's peach lips. He turned on his wooden bar stool to look at the blonde witch beside him, and squinted his hazel eyes at her in curiosity. Babysitting, that's what she was doing, though denial was her friend. But yet, underneath that broad smile and her unusually perky attitude held a whole new different emotion. Sam felt that she was hiding something; a secret that was kept close to her and hid behind walls. A slight, amused curl of his lips with his hand grasping the refill of a shot, Sam raised his brows.

"I know you're up t'somethin'," he drawled. He circled back in his chair to face the bar and took the swig from the alcohol. "And besides, drinking? It takes a lot more t'get me drunk now. I can tell y'right now that I'm not even halfway t'being buzzed." Sam waved a hand to the bartender and tossed him a thankful nod before turning his head to Roxanne. "I know Dean wants you t'keep a close eye on me but heed my words when I say this that I don't care. I tried t'kill you with a car. I tried t'push you away. Yet, somehow, for some god forsaken reason, you're still here."

He completely disregarded her questions and recoiled with his own. He was done being pushed around and he was done being treated as if he couldn't handle his own. The switch was right there, the younger Winchester knew it. And with one simple flick, his humanity could be switched off. Yet, he didn't and held his facade to get Roxanne to hate him. No, to get Roxanne to loath him. "Don't worry. Come mornin', I'll be gone. I'm not stickin' around anymore. You have no use for me anymore. I'm sick of talkin' to the a*****e that is my brother. I'm gonna move on. Y'might want to consider it."

Dean complied under Bianca's tug of his forearm and offered her a gentle smile that made the corners of his eyes crinkle while doing so. Obeying her, he exited the bar and let the cold night's air n** at his cheeks and nose and pinch them red. He swiped his tongue over the swell of his lower lip and turned his head to face Bianca. With an interested raise of his brows, he admitted, "Y'took that calm, cool, and collected."

With a weak laugh, Dean faced ahead of them and shoved his free hand inside his jacket's pocket to keep them warm. His other hand, however, remained in a tangled mess of fingers with Bianca as they held hands. Dean blew out a deep breath into the air, the puff of a cloud prominent in front of his rough, war like features. "I'm surprised y'can make an honest man outta me." Another joke, another attempt to ease the tension from their shoulders. "Hell, 'm surprised you're still stickin' around."

Not too shortly after Sam noticed a huff of breath followed by a Roxanne's rant, his drink was set on the wooden bar counter behind him. An index finger extended to halt her from another word momentarily. "Excuse me for a moment, will you," Sam said, his well known Kansas drawl prominent with the stench of fresh whiskey lingering on his sharp tongue. Robust palm grabbed the glass before brought it to his brims to nurse, the gold liquid shortening by each gulp made. Not quite finished with his drink, he set the glass aside for the time behind before focusing his optics back onto the opposing presence still lingering.

Sam knew he had to play his devil may care facade out just right. While Roxanne, and even possibly Bianca, was ready to kick Sam to curb, Dean wasn't. And as long as Dean was persistent, the girls would follow. In Sam's absence, Dean somehow managed to turn the girls' minds to stay in his shadow; an act he masters at due to a former man named John Winchester. Regardless of Roxanne's huff and puff during her long rant, Sam was still trapped. Temptation wrapped like scarves around his bones and rooted him to a false sense that all would be forgiven and his humanity would out-weight what darkness consumed.

His heart hammered wildly in the cage of his ribs, trapped and unable to settle to a steady, rhythmic pace he often was good at. Put a heart detector to him any other day, he could lie and pass without so much of a blink. But Roxanne was his weakness, his what if, and the only tendrils that would weight him to the constant reminder of his better days. Yet, as he drawled on his silence and let it simmer the surface of his ivory armor, he knew that he wouldn't make peace unless he said it: "I'm sorry." The bitter two words that, once spilled from whiskey stained brims, he knew would haunt him. Yet, as he let the words still in the tense air between them, Sam reached for his drink yet again ( an image he was sure she was used to at this point ) and downed the remainder of his drink.

He rose from the bar stool, shrugged his jacket over his shoulders, and swallowed thickly enough his adam's apple bobbed in this throat. "I'm sorry that my pain in th' a** brother an' I got you in this s**t-fest. That wasn't right of us." He could scream and shout her in the face about all the wrong doings of his actions, but instead let the actions speak for himself. Though tainted with demon blood coursing through his veins and tainting what little light was left in hollow ribs, a robust palm extended out and touched Roxanne's cheek. Oh, how warm her skin was. Porcelain skin, with vibrant blue optics peering back into his, and the sort of lips that Sam remembered connecting his own to for years.

And in that moment, that moment only, he remembered all the good time and how they outweights the bad ones. How they ended up with gashes, and cuts, yet Roxanne helped them through it all. Each time Roxanne healed him, he almost thought that she was ridding the evil that trapped beneath ivory skin. That she was taking the very thing that made him feel like a freak for years. Yet, in that moment, as he held her cheek, Sam knew it wouldn't change a damn thing. "But you really wouldn't be as strong as you are right now without Dean and I. So, really, y'er better off with us ruinin' y'er life." And there it was; that wall that built up so fast as it was torn down for a mere second.

Clouded judgement and a simper rooted on war like features, Dean coiled his broad biceps like tightrope around Bianca petite frame. With all jokes and quips aside, Bianca ( to him ) was the best damn thing going in his life. With her curvaceous hips, sassy remarks, and the ability to challenge him in his own game - she was the whole package. Calloused hands coaxed over her curves and rested on her lovehandles for a gentle squeeze. "What do you say we shag a** and head back t' the motel for a lil' night cap?"

Using Bianca as a distraction from the horribleness revolved around Sam wasn't a brother thing to do, but Dean knew how hard he tried to protect his baby brother from the darkness that would eventually consume him. And he could already hear his father's voice in the back of his head, 'Kill Sam if he ever turn dark.' Though the temptation was tightening around his bones, he couldn't fall prey to the loyal soldier persona that has been drilled into his head since day one of his mother's death.

The idea of falling into the warm tendrils of slumber relaxed tensed bones but anchored him to the knowledge that demons don't sleep. That one of their demise of possession ( though Sam remained in his own shell ) is that though they couldn't feel a thing, they also couldn't feel the calming sensation of closing their eyes and falling into a dark abyss that struggled between dreams and nightmares. Despite the slight disappointment, which was prominent on slumped shoulders, Sam complied with Roxanne's words, and found his quiet footfalls land 'pon the bar's wooden floors.

Sam recognized the name that fell from Roxanne's lips seconds before, as Sam recollected what all Roxanne said. "Bonnie," Sam murmured from whiskey stained brims ; followed with harshly furrowed brows. "That witch, right? The one that's ruining y'er life?" Harsh, yes, but the truth. A bitter laughter emanated from sharp tongue before Sam bit the inside of his cheek. "Yeah, we better go. Wouldn't want to keep her waiting."

When they entered the night's cold air, Sam's cheek were pinched red as well as his nose mirroring hue. Digits were shoved in the warm confines of his jacket's pockets as well as his shoulders hunched upwards to protect his exposed ears. With a heaved out sigh, a grey cloud exude before his lips before disappearing into the night. Turning, feet padded softly against concrete, to meet her gaze, Sam let out a rather gaunt scoff. "Why do you still hang out with her, Roxy, why?" Unknowing that familiar nickname rolled off tongue as if he had the right to do so, Sam continued, "I mean, do you not see what all she's been doing to you? What she has been branding your body with?"

The demon ( the drunk demon ) had no right to ask her those questions, as if he had a voice in her life anymore. He made sure to be part from her, but now, the idea of leaving her alone with Bonnie seemed too risky. Not for him, but for her. Staying tangled in the temptations that wrapped like scarves around her bones gave Sam a foreign chill down his spine. Perhaps it was because, for once, he was scared what powers Roxanne possessed that was simmering beneath ivory skin, and what Bonnie could do once she unleashed that hell.

Hey guys! I really hate cutting in like this every once in a while, but DAMN! I have to give you props time and time again. This RP, the dedication to it, and your skill amazes me! When this RP started back in 2012 I was amazed at the skill you guys had in writing, and now I am back to say it for a third time! You are the definition of what role-players should be. Dedicated, literate, and all around awesome!
I know this is at least my third time saying this, but congratz to you guys. I must admit when you took a year hiatus I teared up a bit. my thoughts laid around the lines of. The two most dedicated role-players I know have given up. I had kinda lost hope for role-playing especially on gaia.
So thanks for being awesome guys!!
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