Hello there, and welcome to the site!
We are a 7th Season based Canon Supernatural site though we do have past and future boards to rp other plots in. The main plot-line is that Leviathans have been set free from purgatory and are running around eating people...will you stop them or join them? Are you good or evil? Come join us and figure that out! Canons and Originals welcome! Have fun!
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Post by Zelda Garrett on Sept 16, 2013 23:55:32 GMT -5
Zelda’s grin widened and she found herself joining Dean in laughter. “Well, if they ever get into a deep conversation, we could always lock them in a room together until they get too tired to talk,” she said, grinning at the thought. Speaking of Alex, she wondered how the evening was going for him and Nancy. It was getting to be fairly late in the evening and they weren’t back yet. She couldn’t help but worry, but she really hoped it was just because they were having a really nice time. Knowing those two, they probably just got into an interesting conversation with someone and lost track of time. “I hope those two are home soon…,” she said, more so to herself than to anyone else as she stared out at the road, hoping to see a car pull into the driveway.
Olivia thinned her lips and tilted her head to the side when Sam explained vaguely what Dean had been through. “I’m sorry to hear that,” she said, glancing in the direction of the door once again,”I wish there was something I could do.” Every aspect about Olivia was a healer. She wasn’t sure if it was her power that had determined that or if she would have been that way even without the power. She always felt the need to fix things and make everyone feel better.
She raised her eyebrows when Sam mentioned the consequences of whatever might get rid of the angel. Her eyes flashed back to the angel when Lionel finally spoke up after moments of silence. “What are you doing?” she asked, almost curiously, when she saw Sam pull out a knife and press it to his skin.
Post by Dean Winchester on Sept 17, 2013 0:09:28 GMT -5
"True...but we'd probably never see them again and I need my brother to cover my ass on hunts." He leaned backwards, resting himself on his elbows. As it grew darker, it was cooling off but it was still fairly nice out. He enjoyed just sitting and talking about things that weren't really necessary to talk about. Pressure-free. No pesky emotions.
Sam pressed the blade harder to his forearm, the smallest drop of red starting to come forth. Sam nodded at the spotless wall, feeling bad that he might have to cover it in blood soon if Lionel didn't start talking. "What do you need to tell Dean" he pressed. "You can tell me. We share a last name and blood and most everything so he'd more than likely tell me anyway as soon as you told him."
Lionel's eyes shifted to the wall. He knew that Sam was planning to create an angel warding symbol that, when pressed with a flat palm of a human, would send him spiraling away into god knows where...literally. Only god would know where he was. And then he'd have to climb his way back to earth, find either this same monkey suit of a human or a new one and then track down the Winchesters again. Which was a lot of hassle. But his orders had been to talk to Dean only.
Why did the Winchesters always have to make things so complicated?
We hunt monsters....you know who does that? Crazy people!
Post by Zelda Garrett on Sept 28, 2013 0:50:59 GMT -5
“Hmm…fair enough. And honestly, I fear what might happen to the house if Alex wasn’t around. He’s one half of the duo that really helps keep the peace,” she said, somewhat grudgingly. She and Nancy constantly got into spats over what were some of the strangest things possible, like who last left the bread out or who put the window cleaner in the wrong cabinet. Olivia was the other main person that helped keep the peace, but Alex was a little more forward to get the two ladies to hush up, apologize, and figure the whole situation out. “I suppose we should at least go check on them soon,” she said, turning around to face the door once again.
Olivia’s eyes widened and she swiftly put her hands to her mouth as she watched Sam digging the knife into his hand as he drew blood. She was aware of how to get rid of the everyday sort of creatures, like ghosts or zombies. When it came to angels, though, she was at a loss. Her eyes were flashing between Sam and the angel, unsure of what she should do. “Sam…,” she said, glancing at the angel, who was looking at the empty wall.