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Post by Timur on Aug 15, 2016 4:49:19 GMT
Dean Winchester Dean wouldn't of called her out of anything if she had screamed. If she was Sam that would be a different story, but Alula wasn't a seasoned Hunter, she was a 14 year old girl. Surprisingly enough. He thought she was going to scream a couple times there, but they got through the stitching scream-free. Dean would look over at Alula, who was leaning against the wall in a similar manner that he naturally had been doing, and said "You should get some rest, if that shoulder bothers you we can get some ice on it or something."
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Post by Pebble on Aug 15, 2016 4:56:57 GMT
Alula sucked in a breath and held it for a bit. She let out in a deep sigh, for once wanting to welcome sleep to her mind. She briefly closed her eyes before forcing herself to stand, still leaning against the wall similar to Dean's stance. "Sleep never really came to me easy, sweetheart." She said cooly, relaxed and back to being sarcastic. Her brown eyes shifted to him, unsure of what to do or where to sleep.
//THE SWEETHEART THING I HAD NO CONTROL IT JUST APPEARED UNDER MY FINGERS AND I WAS LIKE EH, WHY NOT?
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Post by Timur on Aug 15, 2016 5:04:47 GMT
Dean Winchester He waited for her reply, watching as she sighed. Sleep didn't come easy? Too bad. "Well at least try, that shoulder of yours won't heal if you don't get any rest." he replied, gesturing towards the bed(assuming that earlier post you meant bed instead of Ned). Well at least her tone of voice was back to normal, that was good.
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Post by Pebble on Aug 15, 2016 5:09:20 GMT
//No Ned was just chilling there. Of course I meant bed.
Alula grunted. "Indeed." She muttered. She lightly pushed off of the wall with one hand and subconsciously shuffled over to the bed. She'd never slept on a bed before... she heard they were amazing. She sat on the edge and sank. Her eyes widened and she giggled before lying flat on the bed, sprawled out for a second. She then curled up, taking up much less room and was immediately asleep.
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Post by Timur on Aug 15, 2016 17:20:49 GMT
Dean Winchester She didn't put up much of a fight, that was good. Soon the girl was asleep, after getting comfortable on the bed. A small sigh left his lips and Dean quietly left the room, allowing Alula to sleep in peace. She must of been really tired, to of fallen asleep that quickly after claiming sleep didn't come quickly to her. Well, at least she seemed happy.
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Post by Pebble on Aug 15, 2016 22:21:26 GMT
//BECAUSE TIME SKIPS ARE WONDERFUL, NO?\\
It was the same dang nightmare. The flames. The screams of a woman. It always came. The scream started first and 4 year old Alula entered the room, moving as quickly as she her little legs would take her. She looked around before spotting what seemed to be a red puddle on the ground. She approached it. It was like Kool-aid! Yet she didn't dare touch it; that meant someone had made a spill, her little mind told her. Probably Momma, startled had screamed and went to get something to clean it up. Yeah! Then it dripped again. She casted her brown gaze up, noticing a figure on the ceiling. Suddenly the room was illuminated and her irises felt burnt by the sudden light. She looked down, closing her eyes. The heat lapped at her as the room set fire, the flames traveling towards her. It was unbearable! The flames! They were coming closer, scorching her, blinding her of all she could see.
Alula opened her milky chocolate eyes and lay there for a moment, breathing hard and scared of moving for fear of triggering the fire. After a while she closed her eyes briefly before opening them. She casted her gaze to the door. Maybe she should leave... the group probably didn't need another person to care for, surely. She swung her legs out of the bed, shoulder aching for a moment. She quietly stood and felt around for her jacket. There it was. Her navy blue jacket. She very carefully slipped the blood stained jacket on, avoiding too much movement in her shoulder. She toyed with the white strings for a moment before feeling around for her black and white tennis shoes. It didn't take long to find them; she stumbled forward because of them. She struggled a bit before finally putting them on the right feet. Good. She was all set. Brushing a brunette strand of hair out of her face, she crept over to the door, holding her breath for fear of waking somebody. She slowly turned the know and attempted to open the door. She flinched. Of course the door had to have loudest creak in the entire house. It echoed! She stood frozen, afraid she had roused somebody.
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Post by Timur on Aug 15, 2016 22:29:32 GMT
Dean Winchester Dean wasn't usuall a light sleeper, but tonight was different. Alula was there, and he wanted to make sure nothing else happened to her, and that the wound didn't turn sour. The creak of the door caused him to stir, and he jolted awake when he realized it was a noise that woke him. Alula, or something else? He quickly grabbed the gun from under his pillow, getting out of bed and making his way towards where Alula had been sleeping, since that seemed to be where the sound had came from. However, when he got there he saw it was only the girl, and tucked the gun away. "What are you doing?" Dean asked in a hushed voice. She had her jacket on and everything, surely she hadn't been trying to leave?
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Post by Pebble on Aug 15, 2016 22:34:58 GMT
Alula flinched even harder, cringing now. She sighed before puffing out her chest and facing him, brown eyes steadily running over him. "You guys don't need another mouth to feed; let alone someone else to waste supplies on. I'll go, and leave you guys be." She said, voice cracking just a little, as if it wasn't there. The nightmare came to mind and she suddenly didn't want to go, suddenly didn't want to leave. She lost her chest puff and slouched slightly. She ran her arm across her face wiping away a tear as she struggled not to break down. Not here. Not now. This wouldn't show she was strong, this wouldn't show she could take care of herself. She bit her lip, attempting to puff back up again only to fail.
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Post by Timur on Aug 15, 2016 22:46:11 GMT
Dean Winchester She thought it was a waste huh? Wether the girl broke down or not, he wouldn't let her go easily, not until he was sure she was safe and well. "It's not a waste, go get some sleep. Once your shoulder's all healed up if you want to leave then you can, but not a moment sooner." Dean replied. Then something changed in her, and she seemed... sad almost. Lonely. But she also seemed as if she was trying to hide it all. Oh that never ended well, he learned that the hard way.
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Post by Pebble on Aug 15, 2016 23:05:53 GMT
He was going to be head strong. So could she. "Dean, let me go. As soon as I walk out that door, you won't hear from me ever again. I swear. I can find supplies on my own, I can find food, water. I'll live." She said, stubborn as he was. "You've got little kids here. The two boys? Yeah, you have them to worry about. Not to mention the adults." She added, moving a little to strengthen her stance. She glared at him from deep cold chocolate eyes, waiting for him to make another move. Something clicked however and she realized there was no way she was getting out of this. Even if she ran. His tackles hurt, you know? She sighed, shuffling over to him. She looked up at him and huffed, braving him. And then she broke. She hugged him, tears starting to stream down her face. She couldn't take it, the nightmare was too much. Day after wretched day, on the streets it was like a battle ground and she was hopelessly out numbered. She dreaded sleep because of the flames. The flames.
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Post by Timur on Aug 15, 2016 23:38:32 GMT
Dean Winchester She was going to play that game huh? "I can take care of myself" what would she of done had Dean not been there to stop the gang members? Yeah they had a lot of people as of late, helping her wouldn't be a problem. He gave her a 'oh really?' Look after her words. Then Alula came close to him, and suddenly, hugging him. Dean had to admit he was a bit surprised, but soon would hug her back, figuring that she wanted some sort of comfort.
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Post by Pebble on Aug 15, 2016 23:55:07 GMT
//SCREECH FATHER DAUGHTER HUG YES\\
Alula smiled before pulling back. She wiped her face clean of tears. "I'm sorry..." She apologized quietly, looking at her feet. The flames... maybe Dean knew. She remained quiet for a while, doubting it. "Ever had... nightmares? Of flames?" She asked quietly, voice just barely above a whisper. No, no. She was probably wrong, no way in heaven did he have nightmares like that. Who would? She would... she whimpered softly, afraid of what Dean would say. Call her crazy maybe.
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Post by Timur on Aug 16, 2016 0:11:09 GMT
Dean Winchester And just as soon as the hug had started, it ended. Dean would of helped wipe her face of tears but it seemed as if she already got it. "Sorry for what?" he said, a way of saying that she didn't need to be. After some time she spoke again, in a way that suggested she was reluctant to do so. Oh hell yes he had nightmares. Any Hunter did. Especially one that has been to purgatory, heaven, hell, and earth. Plenty of stuff to fuel for nightmares. About flames? Not as common but sometimes yes. "Yes, as a matter of fact I do." Dean said, in that 'matter of fact' tone. But why would she?
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Post by Pebble on Aug 16, 2016 0:20:10 GMT
Some hope rose in the girl's eyes and she finally met his green gaze. He had nightmares too... the puzzle pieces clicked together. "It happened to you too... the flames came and you were on your own, weren't you?" She questioned, a braving a little to much. What if her mother had died in the fire? It clicked and she realized, her mother had to have died in the fire. Why would Alula be living on the streets anyways? She gulped, placing the puzzle together. However... some pieces were still missing. Where the hell was her father?
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Post by Timur on Aug 16, 2016 0:38:59 GMT
Dean Winchester The flames? She said it like it was a thing, not simply a fire. It confused him a little, but he pushed the confusion away. Dean hadn't been alone, in fact the flames were over Sam's nursery not his, but he still remembered the scene. Grief and sadness threatened to swamp him at the memories, little and free but still there. There was a fire, his mom on the ceiling, his father shoving Sam into his arms and telling him to get outside as fast as possible. Dean squeezed his eyes shut and took a moment to push it back. But if the flames here were what he thought they were, it wasn't surprising that she didn't know it was caused by a demon. "I hate to ask questions about something like this, but was it a ceiling fire in your room? And was there any sort of shadowy figure in the room as well?" Dean said, his heart twisting for poor Alula.
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