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I win,so I win||Theendmorningstar
The moment Dean pulled into the parking lot, he knew something was wrong. Something was off. Something was desperately,hopelessly, wrong. Dean grabbed a gun from the trunk, slowly making his way into the motel room. But there wasn’t something in there. Nothing but his brother. Except his brother was standing in the middle of the room with an evil grin on his face.”Sam?” There was a sinking feeling as he stared at what should be his brother.
Back as it Should Be || Lucifer
The blonde was laid out on his bed with a book, he hadn’t turned a page in over an hour though. His eyes weren’t on the book either, on the wall instead. His mind had been like a bag of cats in a sense it thrashed around and ran after every little thing that moved in an attempt to come away from the subject of his other self.
Finaly he shut the book and tossed it into the middle of the floor, which was an oddity in itself considering how clean it was in his room. Lucifer was just in a mood to brood it seemed, and his mind kept circling around the other Lucifer, his beautiful fallen angel, and the worry that he wasn’t himself still.
Meg had just escaped from Crowley’s men, she was tired and bruised, she could barely stand by herself and was using a wall to support her own weight, she suddenly saw someone familiar, she was ready to walk towards the person, but her knees gave out and she fell to the ground with a groan, waiting for the darkness to surround her.
theendmorningstar started following you
With in a second the hunters eyes went empty, cold as he looked towards the man before him, the man he knew as his brother, the one person he would die for. but this.. this wasn’t his brother.
There was a monster inside his brother, Lucifer. “You get out of him you son of a bitch” Dean said, his voice was broke and even that sounded empty from emotions, he was completely numb.
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For a niche in time and space, the shop really did get quite a bit of business. Business meaning potential customers, who were soon sent out of the door with not so much as a postcard, and not meaning business as in actual sales. It was okay. He didn’t need or want to sell anything; he had just liked the idea of owning a shop when he had first arrived, and had never left the place.
Today, though, there didn’t seem to be anyone disturbing him —
The bell rang.
He sighed at the signal that the door had opened, stepping out from the back room with a glare. “We’re closed. Come back tomorrow.”