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Post by Timur on Jul 10, 2016 19:09:40 GMT
Sam Winchester Life as a hunter was not an easy one. You constantly risked your life, killed monsters that could pass of as humans, dug up graves, broke laws, and most of all you were basically fugitives. Running from the police and landing in jail, only to break out and go back to another jail to work a job. It was tiring, but Sam was raised into it and had tried for another life, but failed. The Hunter was sitting on the hotel bed. Dean was out getting information to figure out what they were hunting, and Sam was on his laptop researching to try and figure it out. He was still troubled by the sudden appearance of the others, including Fawnpelt, Larkbeat, Benedict, and Blazeheart, and was confused as to why Castiel had told them to protect them. That was why the others were with them, it was amazing how they all fit in the Impala without having to be shoved in the trunk. Sam couldn't worry about them right now, he had work to do. But the question still prickled at the back of his mind. Why?
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Post by Pebble on Jul 10, 2016 19:16:21 GMT
Fawn was a worried little mess of weirdness. She was almost always pacing back and forth, only to be told by Castiel to sit down. She knew why. It was making him worry too. That was why. That, and after a while of pacing her feet would go numb with pain and so would Castiel's, in which she had learned he disliked that. Alot.
Today was another pacing, mind wandering to how they were going to get back, how they even got here. Was it Castiel's doing? Or was it because of the magic released when she and Castiel bonded? For all she knew, it could be the salt's fault! No. Salt wouldn't do that to them. Would it? Her green gaze led her to a certain hunter, sitting on the bed. He seemed engulfed in... wasn't that what he called a computer? Yeah. That's what it was. She stopped her pacing for once, studying him with interest. How does when get so focused on a little screen that projected light and pictures?
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Post by Timur on Jul 10, 2016 19:27:31 GMT
Sam Winchester Being watched was something Sam was also familiar with, having been wat he'd on countless occasions, so it didn't take long to figure out that Fawnpelt was studying him. He sighed and closed the laptop, not like he had found anything anyways. He glanced up to Fawnpelt, possibly making eye contact. "Can I help you?" he asked the blonde. Dean was scheduled to be back in roughly an hour, give or take, so he had some time on his hands.
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Post by Pebble on Jul 10, 2016 19:37:15 GMT
Green eyes made perfect eye contact, a habit the owner had developed. She felt neck and arm hair raise but she remained calm as she gazed at him. She was struggling to find something to say. "No. I was just... nevermind." Castiel would more than likely be confused by her sudden act of fluster. She had no idea how humans worked, or what topics they were touchy on. Her hair lightly whipped her shoulders as she briefly shook her head, pacing yet again. She was pretty sure somebody was going to tell her stop soon, she was stressing out or wearing a hole in the ground. But she was stressing out, and her way of escaping it was moving. Her mind was flashing with the horrors of both her and Castiel's pasts. And she could only get rid of this energy by moving. So she was pacing herself to the brink of exhaustion or sore feet.
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Post by Timur on Jul 10, 2016 19:53:43 GMT
Sam Winchester Different humans were touchy about different subjects, for some trash talking their mom would get you a slap to the face, for others they would join in. Sam was touchy about his mother, seeing as she had burned on the ceiling when he was six months old. If you started trash taking Mary to Dean, you would end up beaten and bruised. John was touchy for the Winchester brothers as well, as he was the one who raised them and they had some... problems. He was slightly confused as to why Fawnpelt was flustered, and why she paced so commonly, and was unaware that she and Cas shared a bond. If he shared a bond with the angel he would likely do the same thing. But he didn't know that. Fawnpelt was stressed, and he wanted to help. To help, he would have to know why. Sam moved his laptop away from him. If Sammy was going to help Fawnpelt, partly because Castiel had asked to make sure they were happy, they would need to talk. "Something's been stressing you out lately." he observed out loud. It was an observation made long ago, but a good conversation starter. "Do you want help with that?"
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Post by Pebble on Jul 10, 2016 20:04:44 GMT
A very light movement of the shoulders signified that Fawn had startled. The scrawny girl ceased her pacing, looking to Sam again. An observant one, she realized. An even more observant human would have realized she crossed her arms, an act of nervousness or self-conscious.
She blinked shaking her head. She had enough people trying to help her, Castiel. One was enough.
Her chest felt weird and she felt slightly sick to her stomach, nervousness taking over her. "I'm just... worried, that's all." She lied. She slowly went back to pacing. Then she picked up speed, pacing again fully. She jerked her head to the side as another flash of horror crossed her mind. She rubbed her temples, hoping that might help.
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Post by Timur on Jul 10, 2016 20:21:22 GMT
Sam Winchester Sam wasn't Sherlock, not yet at least. He was observant on occasion, mostly when he was hunting or worried about something, sometimes for practice, sometimes just because he was. The Sammy became a bit worried when she rubbed her temples, because he had done the same thing just before he got a vision of someone dieing. Was that what was worrying her? Was it possible that she had somehow gotten exposed to demon blood, despite how careful they had been? No, no it couldn't be, she couldn't be having visions of people dieing. But rather safe than sorry. "Have you had any... Weird dreams lately?" Sam asked, pausing inbetween sentences. "Maybe there was someone you didn't know and they *clears throat* died? In the dream?"
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Post by Pebble on Jul 10, 2016 20:28:34 GMT
Fawn paused, thinking for a moment. She briefly nodded. She had mixed dreams of Castiel's past and her own. "D-Dont worry about it, Sam. I'm fine, I swear. These... dreams are normal, I've had them for... forever." She couldn't remember when dreams like these started. She had nightmares of those she didn't know dying before she met Castiel. But she was sure it was the Exiles doing. They did weird stuff to her. She wasn't sure what and and she never wanted to know.
Her eyes widened at again another horror scene and her legs buckled. These human forms were so much more weaker than cat forms. Usually she could stand something like this. She did in this form, just on shaky legs. She looked to Sam. "Why should you be so concerned? It's my problem and I don't care what Castiel says." A slightly more aggressive tone before she began pacing.
//for plot reasons, Fawn actually was captured by a demon so let's just say while escaping she got exposed to demon blood. Since nobody came to rescue her, after all.
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Post by Timur on Jul 10, 2016 20:38:00 GMT
Sam Winchester Forever had many definitions. There was the exaggerated one, the sarcastic one, the literal one, and the joking one. Probably more, but that's all Timur could think of off the top of her head. He raised an eyebrow, this time not an imaginary one, worried yet intrigued at Fawnpelt's response. "Forever has many meanings depending on which context you use it." he decided to drop the subject for now. When Fawnpelt's knees buckled, he jumped, but before he could get up she had regained her balance... Impressive, honestly. At her next words, more agressive, he sighed. "Why do we hunt? Its not attacking us." Sam said, satisfied that he had given a good answer. The answer was pretty much the same for both questions, he just hoped she understood what he met.
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Post by Pebble on Jul 10, 2016 20:43:32 GMT
"Because it's attacking others- oh." Fawnpelt realized what he meant. She didn't need help. Not yet atleast. She had Castiel, right? Where was Castiel? Her eyes darted around for him only to find nothing. Another flash and she had had it. Maybe if she focused on something else. Another flash and this time it stayed. She wasn't sure who the were, only that they were dead. All she could see was death, their lifeless eyes. She didn't know them and all ready her heart wrenched for them. She crouched, legs buckling despite only being slightly aware of it. Eyes closed tight, she decided she was going to ride through the vision instead of trying to fight it.
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Post by Timur on Jul 10, 2016 20:51:09 GMT
Sam Winchester He gave a smile, knowing that his point was proven. Or that she got it, in the very least. Castiel could get very busy at times, with all the heaven stuff that the Winchesters barely understood. They couldn't help, so they just did their thing down here. Then the female crouched, and demon blood or not, Sam knew this couldn't be good. He got off the bed and went to Fawnpelt's side, crouching down to her height, and attempted to put a comforting hand on her shoulder. A small frown tugged at Sammy's lips, he might understand some of what she was going through, but there was no chance of it unless she opened up and spoke to him about it. And he couldn't force the words out, he'd have to wait for her to be comfortable enough. He noticed how tense the female seemed to be, and just hoped he was doing more good than bad.
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Post by Pebble on Jul 10, 2016 20:57:21 GMT
A shudder came from the female and it was over. Her breathing that had been shallow became even, she became aware of things around her. And the fact that Sam had moved. She startled, scooting back some. Her image flickered ever so slightly as she almost turned her invisibility on. "I... I..." She was stuttering, unsure of how to speak anymore. "I hate them. I hate it all. They haven't left me alone since I was captured, dang it!" She was mumbling, her eyes dilated. She looked up at Sam. "Sorry..." She mumbled. She hadn't ment to startle him if she had.
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Post by Timur on Jul 10, 2016 21:10:03 GMT
Sam Winchester The invisibility thing was something Sam still had to get used to. A flickering like that was more common of spirits in certain scenarios. Her sudden outburst of hate did slightly startle him, Sam wasn't expecting it, but it was what she said that got him more than how she said it. Captured? Captured by who? When? The questions floated in his mind but he pushed them back, an onslaught of questions wouldn't help Fawnpelt, but there was one he had to ask. "No no, you're fine, you don't need to apologize. If you are willing to tell me, who captured you?" Sam asked, concern for the blonde showing in his features and tone. Deep inside him, the small part that wasn't focused on figuring out who took Fawnpelt when and why, that part of him started developing one of the least likely things. A crush. its starting
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Post by Pebble on Jul 10, 2016 21:20:11 GMT
"The Exiles." Fawn then realized he wouldn't know what they are. "The Exiles is an evil group who kill others for no reason. Most of them are demons. I was unfortunate enough to be captured and escape on my own. I killed one in my escape." She showed no sign of regret for what she had done. She looked at Sam, eyes wide yet narrowed. After a while, she shifted uncomfortably. She was pushing a feeling away, a feeling that had gotten her hurt so many times. Castiel wouldn't know what it was, but Fawn did. She had had it happen two times.
Third times a charm, right?
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Post by Timur on Jul 10, 2016 22:45:35 GMT
Sam Winchester Sam didn't know what the exiles were or even that they exsisted before Fawnpelt mentioned them. The way she described them made the Exiles seem like a good or neutral group that was mostly possessed by demons, and the others were pummeled into submission with fear. Alas, it wasn't that, the demons could take a physical form that was there without possessing them, if Sam had known that he would be scared to go near them, but probably try to kill them as well. Sam felt bad for Fawn, he had been captured against his will with his brother a couple times as well. If by demons, most, if not all, were dead by the time they escaped, and Sam totally understood. Sadly their only mean of killing a demon was in a way that also killed who they were possessing, if only there was another way. "I'm sorry, that sounds awful." Sam would say, his olive green gaze focused on Fawnpelt. Third time had to be a charm, though it definitely wasn't Sam's third time. Sammy was experiencing the same feeling, but wasn't sure wether it was good or bad. Most of the people he lived died, what if the same fate befell Fawnpelt? He'd worry about that later, and now would try to pull the blonde into a hug.
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