Fighting The Sleepies.... I Must Write

castiel/jimmy novak. the rapture

If Sam's brain had been working at full capacity, he would have protested Dean's plan. Instead, the light was removed from his grip and his older brother was gone before Sam could even utter a word.

Letting out a sigh, Sam let the moonlight streaming through the windows guide him upstairs. Gun in hand, Sam crept from room to room, tired eyes searching for any pale apparitions. His ears strained for any sign of Dean, but his brother was being unusually silent. That, or Sam simply couldn't focus.

He was in the last room at the end of the corridor when the gunshot went off. Sam jumped, the closet door slipping from his grasp and slamming shut, making the younger hunter wince. Ow. But he didn't have time to focus on his pounding head when Dean could be in trouble.

" Dean? " He calls out, heading back out into the corridor as quickly as his foggy mind would allow. Squinting in the darkness, he could make out Dean's shorter form down the end of the hallway - no ghost in sight. " Are you alright? " Sam's slightly breathless as he reaches Dean, gaze scanning his brother for any injuries. " Was that the spirit? "

Suspicion ran deep in the older Winchester but he didn't handle things well the last time Sam went through this similar pain, he wanted to make up for it.

Dean knew he could be a little on the over protective side but hell Sam was all he had, Brothers looked out for brothers especially when hunting the things normal folk tell stories of.

" Okay listen, I'll take the flashlight and check out the basement, you take upstairs and hopefully this will be over soon "

Not giving Sam enough time to fully argue Dean takes the light and heads off. This way he was granting Sam's wishes while also still protecting him. The spirit had shown in the basements bathroom, converted some time ago into a rental suite but after the worlds scariest bath guest, well, it was unused.

Dean moved slowly in the dark room with the light panning left to right, but nothing happened. After some time he admitted defeat and returned upstairs.

Stood five feet tall a dripping woman had her back to the hunter. Her wedding dress torn and stained it hung around her small frame. Clearly this bride must be the spirit but no one mentioned a wedding gown, usually just a woman in white, a typical ghost the brothers have put down before but this was different.

Aiming the shot gun Dean stood watching her, he didn't want to make her aware of Sam but equally didn't want Sam to walk into this, into her without a warning.

Screw it.

Dean fired once into the woman, her spirit screamed and like a cloud of steam it dispersed.

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The residents of Jackson were certainly nice. So willing to help strangers, to accept refugees even with the risks that came alongside accepting people you don't know. They'd taken in Joel and Ellie, more than once. Gave them clothes, a home, food - gave Ellie the first taste she'd have of a normal life. No wonder Tommy had settled there, had decided to start a family. It was the closest to normal they'd ever get again.

" For a lot of these people, acting normal is coping. Everyone deals with things in... different ways, and most people aren't built for what this world demands. " Just because the world as you know it ends, doesn't mean people magically become violent, become killers. Most who do are only like it because something made them that way... Joel included.

He didn't know what happened to Hannah, that was something for the teen to share in her own time, on her own terms. But he did know that it likely wasn't easy for her. Hell, even Ellie had struggled for a while when they first came back to Jackson, reeling in the aftermath of whatever that asshole tried to do to her, and then with the loss of the fireflies.

" Tommy helped because he's a big softie at heart. He likes people, gets on with them. Wants to help everyone he can, " Joel's gaze travels, spotting said brother in the distance. Chatting away with a group of residents, laughing and smiling in that easy way he always had. Joel felt a twinge in his heart.

" Besides, he likes you. That helps. I can't speak for other people, but this world is... people want to help or hurt others, doesn't seem to be an inbetween anymore. But at least here there only seems to be help.. better than the world out there." Joel gestures towards the large walls.

" You're right though, Jury's still out on the cult thing. Guess we'll have to wait and see." His lips twitch, the closest thing to a smile Joel had offered anyone but Ellie or Tommy in a long time.

Oh, Joel knows what he's talking about, Hannah has heard enough - whispers and implied words alike - to never doubt Joel and Tommy have seen some crazy things in their lives and have had plenty of time to both react and, maybe, recover. She hums thoughtfully, considering his words and trying to feel comforted by them. "Everybody is being so nice to me here... It makes me feel a little crazy, like I'm all scared for nothing," she admits, crossing her arms to hug her chest, shield herself from the awkwardness, "I never thought I'd be around normal people again, you know? I just... expected to be dead by now, easy." It was almost easier, emotionally, to deal with being alone in the wilderness: at least there she knew how to feel and she felt that way most of the time. Here it was one surprise after another.

"I don't understand why Tommy helped me. What he gets out of it. I always meet people who either save me or want to slaughter me and there is no in between, and I don't understand." And that's kind of her big problem here, isn't it? Because trusting people led her there in the first place. Same as not understanding people before they show their true colors. "I'm still not sure this isn't a cult or something. I'm only giving it the benefit of the doubt because of Ellie."

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Threatening Sentences, Vol. 6

(Sentences from various sources for threats to and from a muse. Adjust phrasing where needed)

"If you hurt her, you know I'll kill you."

"Move again, and I will bury this in your skull."

"You've used the threat of violence against my family twice now, for the sake of your own personal well-being, I really wouldn't again."

"I can destroy you in ten words or less."

"I hope you bleed to death, and if you don't, I'll come for you."

"You know, I used to kill guys for a living."

"I've tried the carrot. Do you want me to get out the stick?"

"You know, it's truly amazing how any organs the body can offer up before it really begins to suffer."

"The longer you're respectful, the longer you'll keep your tongue."

"You have no sense of the terrors I will bring onto you."

"You can scream now if you want to."

"When your eyes go dead, the hell I send you to will look like heaven compared to what I've done to you."

"Shut up, or I shoot you in the mouth!"

"I'm going to hurt you. I'm going to hurt you until you tell me everything."

"Don't think I won't shoot you if you pull that kind of shit again!"

"Shouldn't you say something at least vaguely threatening now?"

"Now, I needn't remind you of the consequences of disloyalty, need I?"

"You should be more afraid of me."

"Now, I'm going to ask you a few yes or no questions while you still have enough blood coursing through your brain to answer them. Are you ready?"

"Before you speak another word, I ask you to consider this: how valuable is your life?"

"I'm not a man to bear a grudge, but if I were, I could make life impossible for you."

"Speak again and I will shoot you in the head."

"You burned me once, now I'm going to burn you."

"Don't ask again or I'll kill you."

"Shout as much as you like. No one could possibly hear."

"One of us is going to bleed tonight, and it isn't going to be me!"

"Where do you want to be shot?"