Others Die
her inner self glued to her .22

It's been fourteen since I took the keys to my dad's Charger and hit the road with a .45 in the waist of my jeans, a bottle of whiskey under the seat, and a trunk full of weapons. Since then, I've been on my own hunting down the things that go bump in the night.

If you think you have my kind of problem, give me a call.

{Independent RP blog for a Supernatural OC. Will rp wil anyone from any fandom.}

Apr

                                                —i am no { н e r o }

                                                              no sᴀᴠɪᴏʀ;;

                                                                        i am ɴoтнιɴɢ.

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                                                      ℕo sleep,
                                                 ℕo nightmares.

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It’s lunch hour!

I thought this was about murder at first

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wife-of-an-ex-blood-junkie:

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   “Oh fuck you.” She flipped the other off. “It wasn’t just the back door…he just really wanted his Mrs. Moose last night.” She stuck her tongue out at the other. “Oh, I love it when we have sex too, it was glorious last night, we nearly broke the bed.” She smirked.

     “Probably…huh, wonder when Deanie Beanie is gonna be back from his little sexcapade.” She mumbled, typing away on her laptop.

Lela rolled her eyes. “Well, aren’t you two just so romantic.” She mused standing and going to the fridge again to look for something to eat this time. “I don’t know, but he had better stop by the store. One of you fine antlered folk ate the last of the eggs.” She threw a glance over at Sel, guessing it was probably her. “And the damn whiskey. God, we can’t leave the two of you alone anymore. You clean out the fridge and almost break the beds.”

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     Dammit! “Whatever, hope you had a great time with Count Dracula, hope we don’t need to get you blood transfusion or a vagina transplant.”

     “Well….I got lots loving kisses and my man happens to be out getting me something sweet….and a heating pad.” She rolled her eyes. “Good think we took care of that vamp though.”

"You know, I may take you up on that vagina transplant. Mine really took a pounding, but I’m sure you wouldn’t mind if I took yours seeing as you and Sam prefer the back door." She totally knew she had won. Sel had resorted to vagina transplant. No one resorts to vagina transplant unless they are completely out of other insults. "Oh good, looks like I’m getting sweets too then. I love it when you two have sex." Lela smiled widely and drank some more of her beer. "I wonder if he’d pick up another six pack or two. We’re running low again.

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    “Stuff a sock in it, vampire neck.” She said, gesturing to Lela’s neck. “Boy go vampy on you last night? Couldn’t decided if he wanted your tasty cum or your sweet blood?” She stuck her tongue out at the other, before turning back to her laptop.

"Quite frankly, he loved both." That man definitely had a blood kink, but Lela enjoyed biting and hickeys so she could deal with his blood lust. "Aw, c’mon, Sel. Don’t be a pain in the ass." She grinned, proud of her joke. "I had a great time. You," she gestured to the pillow again, "obviously had a great time. "No need to fuck each other in the ass over this, right?"

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  “LELA!” Selena shrieked, her face burning red and she threw the pillow beside her at the blonde. “Screw you!!” She didn’t deny it though, and maybe her sitting on a pillow at the moment didn’t help her situation.

Lela erupted into laughter as her friend lost it. She left the thrown pillow on the floor, grabbing the bottle of aspirin and a beer and going back over to sit on the couch. “May God strike me dead if I’m wrong.” She snickered, popping a few pills and chasing them down with the beer. “What are you gonna do about it, pillow butt?” She gave a challenging smirk, honestly wanting to have some fun.

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wife-of-an-ex-blood-junkie:

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   “Nice, at least you aren’t descriptive, like Dean.” She made a face and grinned. “Nice, and thanks for lettin’ me and Sam have a little alone time last night, hunt was pretty stressful…gettin’ tired of Demons being up our asses.”

She gave a small bow, “what can I say- I’m the classy one.” The blonde gave a huge grin at the irony of her saying that. She knew how Dean was in bed, and when it came to sex he was most certainly the classy one. She was just better about not bragging as grotesquely. Lela just about choked on her laugh. “Yeah, I’m sure your ass was glad to have something else up it,” she muttered as she made her way to her duffle to find the aspirin.

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wife-of-an-ex-blood-junkie:

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"You stink like Booze and Sex?"

         “Fun night, I take it?”

"Oh, god, yeah. You would not believe the ways that man had me bending." Lela gave a sigh just at the memory of it. "And he was a pleaser, let me tell you. I think he got off on it- not that it’s any skin off my back." She huffed a laugh. "I gave him my number, so fingers crossed. I would not mind actually learning his name." 

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"Course I need a drink. I always need a drink after I kill something. Where have you been these past few months?"

She shrugged, “killing things. Getting laid. The usual.” She figured it was an easy excuse so she didn’t have to say what she had really been doing, and avoid talking about feelings. “What do you say we go out and get drinks as soon as you get that blood off you? I could use one too.” Or four.

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