‍‍ ‍‍ 𝐁꩜𝚈 ‍‍ ℐS‍‍ ‍‍ 𝐀͟ ‍‍ ᴳᵁ𝗡.

IT'S A STORY OF SACRIFICE AND BETRAYAL. AND OF GOOD PEOPLE DYING IN STUPID, POINTLESS WAYS.

well , i have time , it's not like dying for me is something usual as it is for you humans. but , why are you so mean with him ? does his sensitiveness bother you , dean ?

　　　﹙⠀𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡⠀﹚ ⠀⠀ ∕⠀ᵂᴵ𝙲𝙷⠀∕ ⠀⠀ 𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗇 ．… ⠀⠀ a ⠀ person ⠀ thought ⠀ to ⠀ have ⠀ 𝐦𝒂𝐠𝒊𝐜𝐤 ⠀ powers ， ⠀ especially ⠀ ᵉᵛᶤˡ⠀ ones.

that sounds , weird. may i ask what does that mean when it comes to sam ?

⠀ ⁽ * faint 、 yet cavernous respire whistling through nostrils 、 exhaustion rearing its ugly noggin＇ against the skull of his own . a mere shrug of broad —— framed shoulders . ⁾ ( +͟ ) ⠀

⠀ ⁽ * flickering peripherals atop the pat of the palm 、 dragging pupils to the vessel of liquor ﹔ no prying necessary as fingertips accepted the stained glass into his hands ′ embrace . ⁾ ( +͟ ) ⠀

⠀ ⁽ * pressing forehead against 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳＇s shoulder . a short 、 strangled ﹠ defeated respire ensuing ﹔ broad shoulders deflated . ⁾ ⠀

“ mm , wouldn’t take much . you sure ? ” she took a sip of the beer with a satisfied little hum , and she could practically feel god shaking his fist down at her . “ your loss . ”

⠀⠀ ⠀…⠀ ⠀ i ⠀ ⠀ 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 ᅠ ᅠᅠᅠ ⠀like⠀ ⠀ a⠀ ⠀ 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭, ⠀ ⠀ only⠀ ⠀ came⠀( * h e r e )⠀ ⠀ 𝐟𝐨𝐫 ᅠᅠ ⠀ᅠ 𝐲𝐨𝐮. ᅠ⠀ ᅠ ᅠᅠ ᅠᅠ₊˚⊹

interesting . . . . going on your own or alongside sam ?

but ask the right saint. and he'll tell you that death always comes. more than once. that every wound like regret is both itself. and its reflection.

brows raised toward the other and she took the beer , cracking open the bottle cap with her nails alone . the nephilim took a sip , watching in fascination . “ i can help , if you like . with the cut i mean . ”

ᅠ⁣ 🔪 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍'𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝗍͟𝖾͟𝖾͟𝗍𝗁 𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂’𝗆 ( 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 ) 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗂𝗇 𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿.

⠀ ⠀⠀⠀DON'T⠀⠀CORNER ⠀⠀⠀ME .⠀⠀I⠀⠀AM⠀⠀A ⠀⠀⠀WILD⠀ ⠀ ANIMAL . ⠀

⠀ ⠀ i'm ⠀ taking ⠀ a ⠀ 𝗿͟𝗶͟𝗱͟𝗲 ⠀ WITH ⠀ ⠀ —— ⠀ ⠀ my ⠀ BEST ⠀ FRIEND, ⠀