yes — it’s a type of meditation or something ... dean listens to it but only the female ones #ImSure
head turns slightly to peer down at her, inhaling the scent of her hair — content hum follows, subtle smirk plastered upon his features.
“i’m just enjoying your company. nothin’ wrong with that, love.” eugh, 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒. he never calls +
offering an almost 𝑚𝑜𝑐𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 smile her way, exhaling through his nose as he eyes the dagger closely.
“well ... you’re not particularly a 𝑙𝑎𝑑𝑦, are you? a lady is usually a human.”
unsure whether to believe such a coincidence —— sam lowers the baton, drops it to the floor with a harsh exhale.
“i’m not paranoid.” cue a scoff, hand lowering to paw at the gun stuffed into his belt. +
the 𝑏𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑒 ... that was a new lead, something for sam to cling to when he felt lost and useless in cases like those. he lowered the paper, shoved it into his pocket once more, and pulled out a different one. same missing +
poster, different person. “and her? do you know her — i think she worked at the bank.” he handed it over, allowing annabelle a closer look.
the more questions he asked and the increase in questions and victims definitely disproved +
prayers filled his mind, begging god to change everything about that night —— 𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 make her human, make her something worth keeping around; turn her into something mundane enough for sam to feel the guilt fade whenever he +
to a 𝑠tray dog staring back at him. hand lowered, fingers grazed over his belt, inching closer to the gun.
not quite equipping it. not quite ready to shoot. sam let out a heavy breath, stepping even closer to victoria. +
/ Going through a lot of medical stuff at the minute so I apologise for lack of replies, I’ll get to them soon ❗















