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Post by Pebble on Jul 13, 2016 1:32:59 GMT
Fawn had always hated covers; it didn't make her feel any better when going to bed. She always felt alone when going to bed. It wasn't her nest. She was... homesick. She missed the stars, she missed waking up with dew on her fur, heck she even missed being afraid of monsters. And yet everything was flip flopped in this world. There were no stars, no dew on you, and you hunted the monsters. Or was that just Dean and Sam? Oh it didn't matter. To her, humans were humans.
There were two things though that she wished hadn't been transferred over into this world: Her crooked jaw and nightmares. She hated those two things, those two things made life difficult. And ever since she came here, the nightmares were worse, horrible, gorery. They scared the living heck out of Fawn. The thought that without Silverbeam, these were the monstrous things that were inside of her mind. And when she went to bed, she was fearful of it. She didn't want to sleep, infact she hadn't slept for two days straight, just lay in the bed. And now, it was tugging at her limbs, telling her to sleep. And she did. Accidentally.
~trigger warning in case you missed it~
She was there again, she was back to being strapped down, back to her limbs bending in ways that shouldn't be possible. Back in The Exiles.
A whole week she was there, being tortured, torn limb by limb. And she hated it. The stench, it clogged her nose. It made it impossible to smell anything else other than blood. Nearby was what she could only hope was a paw. She nearly threw up, despite having nothing inside of her. Cuts and a needle here and there covered her body as she continued to stare around. She was dying, when would they let her go?
Wait. Movement. There she was. The one who captured her. She struggled only for a minute, only to fail. She was so weak. This earned herself a laugh from the other and she glared. In less than a second her skin was being cut into and she screamed, the pain terrible. Her blood hit the ground as she began to black out, only to be shook awake. Half concious, a better way to survive.
That was until the pine cone was shoved in her mouth. She tried to scream as blood pooled around her mouth. She couldn't. She felt like she was going to drown. The pine cone was ripped from her mouth and she felt her jaw pop out of place. Then it was over. For her atleast. She flinched at the screams in the distance.
And her flinch earned her something. A realization. Her bonds, they were lose. She could escape. Mustering up all her strength she was suddenly kn the ground, her wounds oozing her blood. She gritted her teeth and half crawled away.
She was out. She just needed to escape from the dungeon. How? A paw. Right in front of her. A cat, her size. No. Not cat. Demon. His smile was evil. He knocked her down, guessing she was weak. Wrong.
In a second he was dead, his blood splashed over her body, seeped into her wounds. She didn't care; she wouldn't think nothing of it. She limped away, passing a cell. She paused, looking in it. Strung up was a cat, his guts spilled on the floor. Horror struck her and she limped on, jaw hanging awkwardly.
And suddenly, freedom. Fresh air. Or fresher air. It still stank of blood. She ran/limped, moving quickly. Until the ground beneath her disaappeared. She was falling. Only to land.
She looked around, unsure of what was happening. Until she saw it. Dozens of cats, piled up in a bloody and gut filled horror show. It was absolutely terrifying. For the second time in her life, she felt true fear.
The room was filling up, blood ready to drown her. Then she was sinking, the thick liquid filling her lungs. Despite knowing no one would hear her, she screamed.
And she woke up that way too.
The covers had only been messed up a little, as she never slept under them. And when she sat up screaming, the covers slipped and she fell with an oof. Panic seized her and she kicked the covers away, scooting away as she still felt the affects of the night mare, haunting her.
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Post by Timur on Jul 13, 2016 2:14:43 GMT
Sam Winchester To a hunter, screams weren't ever good. Usually it was from someone who was being captured or killed, but occasionally you heard a cry from the toddler next door in the hotel who was denied a toy after being bad. Though it wasn't common. Sam was a light sleeper, and when Fawnpelt screamed the male woke up almost instantly from his own dreamless sleep with a jolt, a million different horrible possibilities racing through his mind. The hunter jumped out of bed, still in his clothes, and sprinted over to where Fawnpelt was, who was issuing the scream. Quickly, he opened the door, luckily for her it wasn't locked or it would of been kicked down, a feeling of dread washing over Sam at the possibilities he could find. A dead body. A pool of blood, only part of Fawnpelt, a message on the wall with the blonde missing, what he could find was much worse than what he did. When the door opened Sam looked in, and found a very scared-looking Fawnpelt. For a moment he wondered if Dean had heard as well, he probably did and since Sam was gone would probably be flipping out, but Sam didn't care. Because Fawnpelt was safe. Scared out of her wits, but there and safe nontheless. "What happened?" the Winchester asked, a concerned look on his face as he took a couple steps closer to the scared blonde sitting on her bed.
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Post by Pebble on Jul 13, 2016 2:38:48 GMT
As the door opened her eyes widened and her breath quickened. This, this is what not sleeping for two days did to you. She wasn't sure who it was, only that it could mean danger. She chose flight and backed away, slipping but catching herself as she hit the floor. She continued to back away until her back hit a wall. Cornered.
Fawnpelt's breaths quickened as she stared in horror at Sam. She didn't know who he was at this point. A demon in her mind. Her heart was racing as she began to curl up into a ball, crying from fear. "Spare me! Killing me won't do you any good!" Her voice was cracked. She had said these words before, only in a much more defiant tone. The room wasn't a hotel room. No. It was the cell room, blood covering the floor in her eyes. She couldn't get rid of it, no matter what she did, the images burned in her mind. She looked at her hands. She saw blood. Dark thick blood and she looked back up at Sam. None if this was real, he knew it. But she didn't. This was true horror, this is what her nightmares were about.
This was her hell.
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Post by Timur on Jul 13, 2016 2:50:19 GMT
Sam Winchester sptoting the darker form of Fawnpelt scurrying back and hearing her scuffle on the floor made his heart twist on pity for her, even worse when she spoke. The Hunter dropped the knife he had grabbed for protection, and kicked it back in a vain attempt to show he meant no harm. She could probably see it glint in the moonlight that had shown through a window with slightly open curtains. "Fawnpelt, it's me, Sam." Sammy said, taking a few steps closer and offering a hand to help her up. If she did take his hand, San would attemtp to pull her into a comforting hug. "I would never kill you, ever." he said, his own voice cracking as well, despite it being just over a whisper. Was she seeing Sam? Or was she hallucinating? Did she really think he would kill her? Oh god what was goin on in the poor girl's mind?
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Post by Pebble on Jul 13, 2016 3:01:48 GMT
Fawn could hear the clatter of a knife hit the floor and she flinched. She remembered that clatter. It often ment being carved into, being cut open. His voice is what really caught her attention though. She began to stop seeing the cell. His hand reached out and she flinched away, remembering yet again. Hands... the things doing the carving, controlled by a twisted mind.
Suddenly, she was pulled close to something, no, someone. His warmth surrounded her and it brought back better memories. Her face buried into his shoulder as she tried to rid her mind of the horrible images. Her breathing started to even out, her heart slowing to a regular beat. "Sam?" Her voice was barely a whisper, testing if it was really him. Yet she didn't need to ask. She knew. She moved her head again to peer around the room, green eyes checking every corner. It wasn't the cell. There was no blood, no demon, no nothing. It was all just a dream.
No. Not the burning itch on her left arm. She pulled back from Sam, looking at him. It truely was him. And now she was focused on her arm. She looked at it, the short sleeve shirt allowing her to gaze at her forearm. There. A scar that she had never noticed. Her breath quickened and she scratched at it, revealing what it read. 'EXILES'. She gulped, looking back at Sam with pure horror.
"C-Can I t-tell you s-something?" She had a stutter, just like her brother had.
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Post by Timur on Jul 13, 2016 3:32:32 GMT
Sam Winchester Sam wouldn't know about her nightmares, about how she didn't sleep for long periods of time. Being captured must of been horrible on Fawnpelt, but he wouldn't know just how horrible unless she told him. A single word floated into the air, spoken from a head that was on his shoulder. It was his name. "Yes, I'm here, it's ok." Sam said. When she pulled away, he held onto her hand for a moment longer before letting it fall to the blonde's side. His gaze followed her, filling once more with pity once he saw what she was looking at, a single word forever etched into her arm. Sam's gaze travelled back to the fem's head, looking into her gaze as she spoke. "Of course you can." the Hunter said you can tell me anything... was the thought that he decided not to speak aloud.
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Post by Pebble on Jul 13, 2016 3:40:48 GMT
Fawnpelt took a deep breath, looking Sam straight in the eye. Her heart rate quickened and she went back to something she had becoming a professional on; hiding her emotions. "I'm part demon." Her voice was flat as she said these words, looking down shamefully. The blonde sighed, silent for a while. Then she regretted looking down as she saw on her blood. She nearly screamed and immediately looked back up at Sam, her body shaking with fear. How would he react? Would he try to kill her? Would he just leave her? Her heat ached as she remembered her past two mates, both gone. She gulped, still shivering as she gazed at Sam.
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Post by Timur on Jul 13, 2016 4:06:08 GMT
Sam Winchester He waited a couple seconds longer for her reply, for what she wanted to tell her. But what Fambi had told him was not anywheres near what Sam had expected. She was... Part demon? All of his hunting instincts that had been drilled into him told Sam to go get the knife he had dropped and stab her right in the heart, but something stronger told him not to. Love. Sam wouldn't be able to bring himself to do it, and if he did Castiel would be really, really mad at him. Sam didn't go and get the knife, he didn't try to strangle her, he made no moves to threaten her. The Hunter froze for a moment. Fawnpelt had told him, who had been a hunter all of his life, that she was part demon? Something that they exercised and killed? That had to take courage, and a high level of trust. After a tense few seconds Sammy relaxed again. Fawnpelt wasn't any sort of threat, even if she had threatened to shove a fork down his brother's throat. She may be part demon, but she was part human to(or was it part cat?), and Sam would accept that. "That won't be a problem." Sam finally said, attempting to gently rub the shivering female's shoulders in a comforting way, pulling her ever so slightly closer to him. If Dean didn't like it? Too bad, he wouldn't be harming a single hair on Fawnpelt's head, part demon or not.
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Post by Pebble on Jul 13, 2016 4:11:55 GMT
The silence killed Fawn on the inside and she tensed, waiting for what seemed like death to come. Sam was a hunter. Sam would kill her. Right? No. He couldn't anyways. She was bonded to Castiel. Pain couldn't effect her. Besides, Bloomingskies was an angel, and long ago Fawn learned that angels were extremely hard to kill. That made her realized something. She was pulled closer to Sam and she obliged, scooting closer. "And part angel." Her mutter was just barely audible, her green eyes cast downwards yet again. She squeezed them shut, her nails digging into her arm hard enough to bleed. She felt... ashamed. For odd reasons, none the less. Her form flickered as she drew her own dark blood.
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Post by Timur on Jul 13, 2016 4:30:43 GMT
Sam Winchester Poor Fawnpelt, she seemed like she was torturing herself over this. Part demon, part angel, and part mortal. What kind of demons and angels had her parents been? He wouldn't ask, but a good question. "That won't be a problem either." Sam said. He didn't care if she was part shifter or vampire or anything, he still loved her and what she was wouldn't change that. Either way she looked human, and didn't have the black eyes or a grace, so unless Castiel came down and confirmed it, Dean had no evidence that she was part demon. Maybe the part angel was why she could become invisible, maybe it was something from her old world. He didn't care, as long as she was ok and with him.
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Post by Pebble on Jul 13, 2016 4:41:49 GMT
Fawn breathes a sigh of a relief. He didn't hate her, or turn his back to her. The last time someone loved her like that was... never. The last time she loved some one like she did now was with Tadpole. And she had loved him just a little too much. Too much to not just let him go when he disappeared. What if Sam- no. He wouldn't. He was here now, after everything else that has happened to him and his brother. And yet he was still here.
He was refusing to turn away from her. Nobody had ever shown her such loyalty, such devotion. And that realization struck her, you could see in her eyes as it did so. She was done pushing him away, done with being so cold to others. The dam she built up around her heart was being attacked by love grenades and man was it working. Working just enough to spill her love. And so she kissed him.
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Post by Timur on Jul 13, 2016 5:05:32 GMT
Sam Winchester He always fell for the monsters, the things that he and his brother hunted, but Fawnpelt wouldn't be hunted. Fawnpelt would be protected and loved, and never would she be hunted. A second passed after his words, and another. Then, slowly but surely, they kissed. And it felt amazing. After this, Sam wouldn't let anything hurt Fawnpelt. Protective, yes, but being a hunter 'anything that could hurt her' was more than the neighborhood dog. Sam would wrap his arms around Fawnpelt, kissing her back. Nightmares truly did bring people closer together.
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Post by Pebble on Jul 13, 2016 5:18:53 GMT
It was a shame, really. This wasn't her first kiss. That had been stolen by Auroradweller. And dang was it a horror. Her second this was. And dang did it feel good. She was tired of it. She had forgotten what loved felt like for so long. She had been dodging Cupid's shotgun shells for so long, jumping foxhole after foxhole. It didn't surprise her he caught her now. She hadn't expected to fall in love with a human, a whole different species. And yet here she was. Kissing him, as the final grenade defeated hr defenses. What would Bloom say? Ah, never mind. It was her choice who she loved and this time it was Sam. She was willing to give her life for him, willing to step through hell and back for him. She wad ready to defend him and be by his side. This was what love was. And good God had she been missing out.
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Post by Timur on Jul 14, 2016 1:01:30 GMT
Sam Winchester ~le time skip~ The two were in the bed, currently asleep. Sam and Fawnpelt were cuddling, holding each other close as she rested her head on his chest. They loved each other, and little if anything would come in between them. Though the curious thing was that when the two lovers woke up, they wouldn't remember how they had gotten into such a position. Sam woke up first, quickly inhaling as he did. The last thing the Hunter remembered was kissing Fawnpelt, how was he in the bed? And with Fawnpelt? He raised his hand and would gently trail his fingers in her hair, gazing at her lovingly. Hopefully she wouldn't be too concerned, but other than the hand movement Sam wouldn't move as to not disturb her. She was sleeping soundly, and didn't seem to be having a nightmare. Last night's words still rang in his head, but Sam was sure he did the right thing. Fawnpelt needed him, and he needed Fawnpelt. He just hoped she wouldn't be too freaked when she woke up, maybe they could figure this out together, when she was ready to.
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Post by Pebble on Jul 14, 2016 1:18:40 GMT
Fawn's sleeping was surprisingly peaceful. She liked it. Her dreams were normal. Dreams she hadn't had in a long time, not since she had been an Apprentice. Dreams of paradise. Surprisingly though, she felt... warmer than usual. She wouldn't think anything about it until she a finger trace her hair. She was roused, half asleep and half awake. A low sound that sounded alot like a purr erupted from her throat. "It's not time to get up." Her mumble was drawn out, tired, and she fell right back asleep.
It didn't take long for Fawn to wake back up though. She was always awake around this time, didn't matter what AU she was in. She was still Fawnpelt. Her green eyes were opened wide as she made no move at all, as not to wake Sam if he wasn't awake. His breathing told otherwise. She wanted to move but then again didn't. However, she had to move. It was Fawn, she could never stay in one place for long. So she moved her hed, angling it to look at Sam with wide curious eyes. "I'm honestly scared to wonder what happened last night." Her voice was confident, normal almost.
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