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Post by Timur on Sept 15, 2016 3:25:11 GMT
Sam Winchester Sam was sound asleep in his bed, not having any nightmares about his visit in hell. Enough time had passed, and so did the nightmares. However, a totally different hell was about to fall upon them that night. It went by the name of Heaven. The nameless archangel didn't need to come himself, or even contact Sam mentally. A low tier angel could do it, so a low tier angel did. They took away his memory. Not all of it, just the memories of the one he loved the most- Fawnpelt. It was like he hadn't even met her before, never mind fall in love. And as usual that morning, he woke up. But not like usual, he didn't remember going to bed with Fawn. When he felt the presence of another that he didn't know by his side, likely asleep, instinct kicked in. He quickly shoved his hand under his pillow and grabbed the gun he kept there, surging upwards into a sitting position. Then he got off the bed, quickly aiming the gun at whoever it was on his bed. Put space inbetween him and the possible threat, get a weapon to defend himself, aim it at possible threat for multiple reasons. Check. If whoever this was wasn't up by now, then that was just sad. Sam would then quickly look at the person in his bed. Looked human, but of course there were many things that looked human that weren't. "Who the hell are you?" Sam asked, his voice as deep as ever and his face showing that he meant business. The other one looked confused he noted, and possibly a little scared. Sam had always been good with body language, but body language wouldn't tell him the other's name or why they were here.
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Post by Pebble on Sept 15, 2016 3:40:11 GMT
It was a regular night for Fawn. The familiar nightmares didn't even scare her anymore she had been exposed to them so much. However, what was going to happen next would leave her so broken it would be worse than Bob.
It started with Sam quickly getting up, which roused Fawn. However, she heard the familiar click of a gun and was up in a second, scrambled onto the floor, standing. The bed was between her of Sam, much to her despair. However, when she realized who the gun was pointed at, she was thankful for the bed. She raised her hands slightly, showing she met no harm. "Sam? It's just me." She answered, confusion edging her voice. Why was he threatening to shoot her? "It's me, Fawnpelt. Your 'Fambi'? Best friend? Lover? Familiar?" She said, her voice cracking slightly. Didn't he recognize her? Didn't he know her? Why was he acting this way? So many questions.
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Post by Timur on Sept 15, 2016 4:02:37 GMT
Sam Winchester She raised her hands a bit, however he knew it could easily be an act. Shifter maybe? They were known to act, more than the other creatures at least. She kept on talking an he listened like normal. Lover? Familiar? What kind of name was Fawnpelt, and why was her nickname Fambi? Of course if he had his memories the answers would be obvious. Familiar as in a witch's companion? Yes he remembered being a witch, but no he didn't have a familiar. Such a bond was hard to mess with, but heaven had done a good job covering up for it. "I don't have a familiar, so you better explain why you are here quick." he said, readjusting his grip on his gun slightly to make it more comfortable compared to his quick grab and stand. These words would answer why he didn't seem to recognize her or know her, it would seem as if he didn't remember her. Sam was known to kill if given the chance, but wouldn't kill innocent people. Right now she could be either or, and Sam was the type of person to give others a chance to prove that they were innocent instead of simply shooting- lucky fawn. She would have to tread carefully here, she wouldn't want to be deemed a threat or not innocent here. He felt like there was something just out of his mind's reach, but he couldn't quite get it. However, he pushed the thought aside and focused on the scene at hand. Who was this blonde with a southern accent claiming to be his lover?
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Post by Pebble on Sept 15, 2016 4:12:24 GMT
It was at that moment, Fawn felt her heart start to shatter, the first tiny crack forming. "Sam, this isn't funny." The crack was getting bigger, tearing through her like an earthquake. "I've been here for atleast a year, you know me. Know me better than anyone else." She remained strong on the outside when on the inside she was breaking. He could and would shoot her. She knew that. Why was he acting this way though? He never acted this way, he would never threaten to shoot her. Did... did he not remember her? Was this a dream? What was happening? In the back of her mind she could hear the haunted screams of lost ones and she clenched her jaw, staring Sam straight in the eye in hopes of him recognizing her.
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Post by Timur on Sept 15, 2016 4:26:02 GMT
Sam Winchester Now she seemed rather distressed, it growing as the seconds ticked by. It was way to thorough to be an act, he realized. The point of the gun wavered as Sam quickly went through the possibilities of what it could be. It was likely she was telling to truth, but then again the things he had hunted had pretended to play dead before, even going as far as to fake the wound that would of killed them had yet been human. The gun pointed straight again as Sam decided not to let his guard down. "You're right, it's not funny." he replied almost just after she spoke the first sentence. She was here for a year? No that couldn't be right. Fawnpelt stared him straight in the eye, and he would stare right back with a colder, unrevealing gaze. He had his hunting face on right now. "If you've been here a year, then why don't explain why I haven't seen you before?" he replied. Of course if needed he could call for Dean, but he felt he had the situation under control. Fawnpelt didn't seem to be making any sort of aggressive moves, nor did she seem to have a weapon on him. He in the other hand only had to pull a trigger and she would be down for the count, and he could pull it a lot faster than she could pull out a weapon.
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Post by Pebble on Sept 15, 2016 4:40:06 GMT
That's where the problem lie. She couldn't explain. She was dying on the inside now, his cold gaze tearing through her as her own gaze slowly turned to stone. "I can't. But I can tell a lot of things about you. Your name is Sam Winchester, brother to Dean Winchester, uncle to Alula Winchester. You became a witch after your brother made a deal with a demon to bring you back from the dead. I was there when you died, I helped bury you." Her voice was monotone at this point as she tried not to show her emotions. He could pull the trigger at anytime, any moment. "You and I fought side by side and against each other. I've bit you twice, you've kissed me too many times to count, and you've thrown a book at me." She was going into details now, trying anything to jar his memory. Did he just forget? She gulped, daring to take a step closer. "The first time we met, my friend threw a fork at you." She went all the way back to the beginning.
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Post by Timur on Sept 15, 2016 4:56:29 GMT
Sam Winchester She listed off the facts, but he felt they were to vague. Anyone could know those. His name was Sam. His brother was Dean. There was a time that the whole United States knew that, due to some leviathans. Though the last one was more detailed. Larkbeat had thrown a fork, but it was still too easily obtainable other ways. He didn't remember the kissing or the biting or throwing books, so that would put him a bit off. However, he was just starting to begin trusting her a bit more. She took a step forwards, his face hardened to tell her that that wasn't a good idea. Where did he go when he wasn't sure? Dean or Cas, and right now Dean was the easier option. He paused for just a moment, thinking about what to do next. Well if what she had been saying was true, and she really had been his familiar, then there should be some more discrete things she would know from that bond. He just needed to figure out if she was telling the truth or not. "If you are telling the truth, then tell me something only you would know." Sam said, referring to the witch/familiar bond or something he would only tell someone who he had been in a relationship with for a year. That had happened only twice before, and if she lived here she would of gotten a lot farther facts wise about his life and his past. Jess hadn't ever known he was a hunter, or at least at that time his dad and brother wanted him to be one. Just proof was all he needed and he'd lower the gun, but there was no such thing as too slow to let down your defenses. Rather safe than sorry.
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Post by Pebble on Sept 15, 2016 5:10:17 GMT
Fawn wouldn't even dare take another step closer after that look. She listened carefully to his words before nodding briefly. She thought for a moment, thinking up many things. The hunter thing was obvious... what was something only he would tell her only he would trust her with? "You're a hunter. Your brother was turned into a vampire once..." She paused, swallowing dryly. "And all of your past lovers have met lethal fates." She finally said, lime green eyes searching his hazel ones. "You were the one who gave Dean the amulet." She added, quieter than before as she tensed. She was waiting for two things to happen; for him to put the gun down... or... to hear the bullet slide into the chamber and an explosion to happen, to feel the bullet pierce her skull and kill her on spot.
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Post by Timur on Sept 15, 2016 15:21:54 GMT
Sam Winchester That was enough to tell him that what she had said was true. Only his granddad and maybe some of other winchesters who had been resurrected knew that Dean had been turned into a vampire. Sam flinched a bit as she mentioned the thing about his lovers, how they had either been killed or he had to leave them behind, the first being true 9/10 times. But the amulet? Only Dean and himself would know about that, and well now Fawnpelt. He lowered the gun and did the thing so it wouldn't shoot, his gaze and facial expression softening from his Hunter look. Now he looked more confused if anything. If she had been a lover and his familiar, which it seems she had, then why didn't he remember her? She did seem pretty upset that he didn't. "Im sorry." Sam said, he felt that she would need to hear those words. It seemed as if they had been lovers, no wonder she looked so confused and upset. There were a couple things in the world that could wipe his memory like that, few and far between, but why? Did they need him for something? Surely it wasn't heaven, they had messed with his and his brother's lives enough to last several lifetimes. A thought came to him. If he didn't remember her, would Dean? Would anyone else here? "Let's go see if everyone else remembers you." Sam spoke, setting the gun down on the bed. He planned to start with Dean first, who if he was right would either be just waking up or getting some breakfast, possibly both.
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Post by Pebble on Sept 15, 2016 22:10:49 GMT
Sorry wasn't going to cut it this time. Fawn was wounded, another arrow shot into her heart as she tried to rebuild the dam around it. Sam had ruined that dam. And now she was going to rebuild it. Putting on a straight face, she nodded. "Trust me. They will." She said to him, trusting him not to shoot her as she walked towards him. She paused at his side, looking at him before shaking her head and leaving the room.
Alula was awake. She never slept, actually. She was getting weaker day by day, not eating and Lucifer screaming at her all night taking its toll. She had decided to leave and swung open her bedroom door, almost hitting Fawn. "Oh. Sorry Fawn." Her voice was dead as she had to use the wall for support to walk down the hall, leaving a worried looking Fawn.
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Post by Timur on Sept 15, 2016 22:56:09 GMT
Sam Winchester Sam wouldn't remember breaking that dam, pushing past her reluctance before she allowed herself to fall in love with him. He would still act relatively the same, just without the memories of Fawnpelt. Without their love. Something in him felt missing though, and he was more thoroughly able to recognize it now that he knew she wasn't a threat. He felt a tiny twinge of regret that he pointed a gun at her, but a louder thing would tell him that he had done the right thing to make sure he was safe. Of course, he only felt that way because he didn't remember her. His eyes followed the females path, looking at her lime green eyes as she paused to look at him. Huh. Well he could see why they had been lovers. However his skin felt considerably hotter when she stopped by his side, causing him to flinch at first. No that wasn't some sort of emotional thing, that was literal heat. Then she left the room shaking her head, but he couldn't shake the feeling that he had let her down in a horrible, cruel way. Sam let out a small sigh when she left, and put his gun back under his pillow where it usually was before also exiting the room. Change of plans actually, he now planned to go check on Alula, she hadn't eaten anything no matter what Dean had tried. Sam knew it was pointless, but she had also developed sleeping issues, which wasn't good. He could also ask her about Fawnpelt, but that question would be answered as he heard her voice say "oh sorry fawn". She knew her, and Fawnpelt herself had been confident that the others would remember her. Why didn't he? Sam again pushed the thoughts away, wanting to leave them until a better time to think about them. He turned the corner(presuming there was one?) and saw the female yet again, and Alula further down the hallway leaning against the wall. It wasn't hard to catch up to her, and Sam of course pretty much ignored Fawn. "Get any sleep last night?" he asked, a concerned note to his voice. He was still Sam, still concerned for his niece and the one to do most of the research, but Fawnpelt would see him in a different light now, how he would of been had she not of shown up. Hopefully it wouldn't hurt her too bad, because sweetheart Sam would of course feel responsible for it. After all it was his loss of memories that would cause it.
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Post by Pebble on Sept 16, 2016 1:15:37 GMT
As he ignored Fawn completely she felt another arrow attack her, causing her to feel pain unlike any other. It was worse than finding the still silver and white pelt of Bob under the pile of debris, worse than wandering where her kittens disappeared to. Worse than Bloomingskies dying. Fawn felt herself shatter on the inside; the once caring and motherly Fawn shriveled up inside of her as she put on a game face. A poker face. She strode past the two, snuffing as she stuck her nose in the air despite breaking on the inside.
Alula jumped at Sam, the slightest of sounds forcing her skin to leap. She nodded weakly, obviously lying. "Yeah..." She lied quietly. No. She hadn't. Lucifer was really a bitch, you know? She often found herself sitting on her bed, staring at nothing as Lucifer denied her sleep.
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Post by Timur on Sept 16, 2016 1:30:43 GMT
Sam Winchester Sam had made a promise once. A promise that he would always be there for her if she needed it. It was hard to keep a promise you didn't remember making wasn't it? Now she needed him more than ever, and she pretty much didn't exist to him before this morning. And she was crumbling because of him. However, Sam's focus was on Alula, trying to figure out why she couldn't sleep. Her voice was filled with tiredness and her whole being radiated not being able to sleep. It was pointless asking but it was more of the thought behind it that counted. "Maybe getting a bite to eat would help." Sam suggested, a probably pointless attempt to get the girl to eat. Maybe later he'd ask Fawn to tell him about what they had done, just how involved she had gotten into his life. He didn't know it but it wasn't a good idea, he just felt that it was right to know what had happened between them that he couldn't remember. Maybe it would help him piece together why he didn't remember her, but Sam would definitely be looking into it.
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Post by Pebble on Sept 16, 2016 1:48:21 GMT
Alula crinkled her nose. "No. I'm not hungry." She answered truthfully this time. She wasnt. Oddly enough. She sighed, looking at him with a look that said to stop it. She didn't want to eat anything. //screeches because I know this should be longer
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