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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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It was just one of those things shed never really understand. No one ever explained anything to her properly. Whenever she was apart from the Winchesters, she felt like something was gone, she missed them a lot. Even if she did want to punch Dean most of the time.
She wandered through the park for a little while, minding her own business and just thinking. She could hear kids playing and laughing around her and dogs barking and people chatting, but it all went relatively unseen to her. She didn't look up from the floor as she walked, one of Kesh's more recent habits. She never, ever looked anyone in the eye anymore. Not even Sam or Dean.
She made her way along to the first empty bench that caught her attention and sat down on it, rummaging around in her bag as she did so. She pulled out her cell phone and checked it. No messages. No missed calls. Dean had promised to call her when the hunt was over but she knew he probably wouldn't. He'd forget. He generally did.
Kesh sighed and slipped the phone back into her bag, pulling her book out instead and opening the marked page. She may as well have made the most of the peace she had then until Dean wanted her for monster bait again.
Sam had some apologies to deal out. Especially to Kesh. Just because he didn't have his soul when it happened, it didn't mean that he wasn't at least slightly responsible for what had happened. He had gotten used to feeling guilty about these kind of things though, and he had found himself wandering around in the park during some free time, planning out all of the things he was going to say, and then changing them halfway through and starting over. That and they were supposed to call her, but Sam wasn't sure that Dean had agreed to call her.
However, while he was walking through the park he had picked, Sam wasn't entirely paying attention and it was when he was within a foot of her Sam realized that the one person he needed to talk to, was already here and was sitting on a bench looking rather dejected.
"He didn't call, did he?" Sam asked her hesitantly, before sitting down next to her on the wooden bench.
It was easy to forget superficial things after hunts. It was an exhausting thing, and the majority of the time the first thing they did when they got back to a hotel was sleep. It was the unexciting part of their job.
A familiar voice spoke out beside her and she looked up, shaking her head in reply to the question. "No, he never calls me. Only if he wants something like for me to be bait," she said softly and marked her page again, looking at Sam. "I thought you too were off on a hunt. Or has he got all broody and grumpy again?"
She knew Sam harbored some guilt towards her after what had happened before he got his soul back but she tried not to mention it because she didn't want him to feel any worse than he already did.
"At least you came to check if I was still alive though... Dean doesn't really think much of me after the amount of time I've kicked him... and punched him..."