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Angelic Assistance (Dean/Sam/Ariel)

Dean leaned back, tipping his glass to catch the last few sips of his whiskey. They were on a case, first one in a while, and it was already a bitch. Signs pointed to a ghost, but there had been no violent deaths in the town’s recent past.

“Find anything?” Sam asked, coming in the room, having taken a break to shower, now pulling on his clothes.

“Not a thing.”

Lola is at Home in her Bed.

She is keeping her phone on her bedside table. She keeps trying to sleep, but every time she shuts her eyes, Hell looms behind her eyelids. Her tea had long since gone cold. A pity since it was some of her good tea. She still hadn’t eaten anything.

She wanted to talk. To someone. But she didn’t know who. She didn’t know who cared.

Girls Only - (Becky/Ariel/Rachel/Eliza)

Chuck was gone. He’d left for the mansion about a half hour ago. Becky was bustling around the house, making sure everything was ready. DVD player was hooked up in the living room, and movies were set out to choose from. She’d been back and forth between the kitchen and dining room numerous times already, setting food out.

The guest rooms were ready for the others.

Chuck had been wary of leaving her alone…in her condition, but she’d managed to convince him that she’d be fine. With Rachel, Ariel, and Eliza, plus all the wards on the house, they were about as safe as they could be. But to ease Chuck’s mind, she’d told Gabriel to keep an ear open for her in case anything major happened.

She was just about to sit down when she heard the first knock on the door. Bounding to the foyer, she opened the door with a smile.

Reality Check (Dean/Ariel)

Dean sighed, tossing his phone onto the counter, glancing towards the door. He was about sick of all the tension since the damn greyface had given Rachel Paxton’s baby as well, and now Ariel was just going to drop it? Over his frikking dead body. P deserved happiness just as much of the rest of them, and even if Ariel said that he seemed happier around Dean and Rachel, Dean highly doubted that.

He stood at the knock on the door, checking through the peep hole before he opened it. “Hey. Thanks for dropping by.” he said, stepping back so she could come in. “You know how I love pie.”

Becky looked over at Ariel, and frowned seeing the angel’s solemn look. Gabriel had gotten her a new dress, but some of her wounds were still visible, and Becky knew it was upsetting her.

Grabbing some pins and a long piece of fabric, she got Ariel’s attention, and motioned for the angel to follow her out the room. She told Rachel they’d be back in a few minutes and not to worry.

  1. Jim: “Why am I not surprised that you seem to be monopolizing my time?”
  2. Paxton: “Love, I think you’re starting to wear out all of my sub gear.”
  3. Books: “Well, this surprises no one. I do, after all, own a library.”
  4. Dean: “Hey… No, I haven’t forgotten about you.”
  5. Irene: “We’ve only just met and I already like you. I think we have plenty in common.”
  6. Ariel: “Well, you come over enough I think I have a small feather collection…”
  7. Mary: “I think it’s time we had some tea or something, perhaps?”
  8. Charles: “I have this nice bottle of scotch, want to have some?”
  9. Gable: “My, my. After such a lovely night, this is no surprise.”

{{The comments are IC. Do what you wish with that… >.>}}

Our Group In A Nutshell
  • Kailyn, Jess, Lizzy, Amanda: Plotting, plotting, plotting...ANGST. ALL THE ANGST. HERE HAVE SOME MORE ANGST. FEEL THE PAIN FUCKERS.
  • Abby: ONE MINUTE OF PEACE THAT IS ALL I ASK.
  • Kayla: FOR FUCK'S SAKE I WAS ONLY GONE FOR FIVE MINUTES.
  • Sophie: OH HERE. I GOT YOUR BACK! JK. HAVE SOME MORE ANGST.
  • Samie: ALL THE LOLA ANGST.
  • Froggy: I'M DANCING IN THE ANGST, JUST DANCING IN THE ANGST. WHAT A GLORIOUS FEELING, I'M ANGSTING AGAIN.
  • All: Okay...we're gonna take a break. Time for fluff.
  • All: ....NAH. MORE ANGST.
  • Kailyn, Jess, and Lizzy: BREAK ALL TEH CHARACTERS.

ariel-the-angel replied to your photo: SHIT. … WELL THIS EXPLAINS A LOT. GUYS? GUYS…

Usually, it’s damn near impossible tobdo away with grey-faces. Unless they left a specific loophole, you have to do as they say.

BUT I DON’T WANNA NOT BE RECOVERIN’ AND I DON’T WANT TO BE HEARING VOICES LIKE'A CRAZY PERSON! Then I’d have t’ start hangin’ out with that Darcy girl… *shudders*

…fuck…the hell do these even mean…? First I get my goddamn wings ripped off, then this happens? S'not fair, man. Not fair at all.

What’d I ever do wrong?

{{I HAVE 66 items in my drafts right now. OMG NaNo you are killing me! I AM GOING TO REPLY TO EVERYONE IN GOOD TIME!}}

{{Hopefully.}}

{{Tagged if you’re in my drafts right now. I love you all!}}

{{I owe: Paxton, Castiel, Castiel, Castiel, Rachel, Lilith, Lilith, Ariel, Spiderman, Kurt, Erik, Eve, Gavin, Meg, Loki, Thea, Alice, Roger, Oswin, Becky/Chuck, and Dean. SO. I will take your name off the tags when I reply to your post! I AM SO SORRY! Between NaNoWriMo and two? hours of sleep and work I am crazy right now. BAH.}}