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Before, During, and Sometime After
Contains some dark humor and briefly mentions adult content that may be triggering for some viewers. Some character descriptions are left to the imagination.
Along the empty roads, a single cruiser drives. Within lies a man, the driver, and a woman, his passenger. The man looks cleaned up, showcasing a stubble and wearing a police uniform that yet has suffered through the new world. The woman looks unkempt in comparison; brown hair unwashed, face dirtied, clothing torn in specific locations. His blue eyes remain on the road; her brown eyes shift between the road and the man beside her.
From a former, and unpublished, Supernatural fan-fiction I made... Selena’s eyes opened wide. She quickly sat up. She didn’t scream or call for help, or call for Riley in particular. Instead, she was overcome with shock as she looked around the room she was in. How did she get there, her father’s home in North Carolina? Selena last remembered being suspended sideways in the Audi somewhere in Mississippi. She didn’t remember anything else that could had possibly occurred afterwards. As she stood from the living room floor and twirled to get a good look at the place, she wasn’t sure if she was just dreaming about being back there or if she was actually there. Quite honestly, it was hard to tell if it was reality or fantasy because everything looked so real.
From a former, and unpublished, Supernatural fan-fiction I made... Between March 20th-28th, 2006; Oklahoma Cruising the road in her Audi, Riley silently dreaded the decision she made. Perhaps they should've stayed with the Winchesters and delayed the inevitable. She was very afraid, truth be told; afraid of growing closer to them and making a place for them in her heart. However, it was far too late for that because it had already been done; she cared for them very much and didn't like the thought of them dying, which was why she wanted to leave in the first place. Everyone in that life of theirs, they always ended up dead eventually; hunters would come and go, due to death.
From a former, and unpublished, Supernatural fan-fiction I made... October 7th, 2003; Denton, Texas The hunters were nowhere close to learning the identity of the spirit. The previous night, they were wide awake, searching endlessly for any information about someone who passed away in the past year or at any year within that area and they kept coming up with blanks. The only piece of information they found was of a death that happened centuries beforehand but why would a spirit from long ago suddenly attack people in the modern century?
Light returns home late within the night. After a cold supper, he's informed by his mother that Sakae is waiting upstairs. Taking his time, he heads up the staircase with a cruel smile; it vanishes, however, when he enters the upstairs hallway. Sakae is standing outside his bedroom door, which is cracked open, looking quite guilty; without a word, she sits aside, head hanging low. Reluctantly, Light opens the door to his bedroom fully, sighing.
Give In To Me Returns
August 10th, 2003; Bailey, North Carolina As nightfall arrived, darkness filled the entire household. Everything was in place, the plan almost completely in action. All that remained was breaking the salt line, which ultimately would allow Amaryllis to enter. Riley and Selena knew she was outside, waiting in the shadows. The Omega stood near the dining table, a Devil’s Trap drawn above. Glancing towards it, she sighed; she still wasn’t certain if the plan would work. She proceeded to head into the connected living room; she walked by the couch, another trap above. A final Devil’s Trap was in the middle of the small foyer; there were other traps throughout the household but those specific three were the only ones that Amaryllis could possibly get caught in during the impending confrontation.
Cursed Promise Returns
March 1492 Inside the home they came to know, Amelia and Katerina were alone; the family of the household were out and about, living their own lives as one would expect. Standing before a mirror, Katerina admired herself; she wore a long-sleeved maroon dress with silver jewelry and her flowing hair was styled in a braided ponytail, her curls hanging across her shoulder. Somewhere behind her, Amelia watched with a neutral expression, dressed in simple garments.