Some Kind Of Monster
selfmadecage:
As he held her and glanced around for the thing to return, he heard her speak about her inhaler. Shit, her asthma. He quickly shuffled to grab it, before he handed it to her with shaky hands, an expression of guilt and pain washed over his features. He felt horrible… he shouldn’t of left her alone, and he knew all too damn well it was a trap to get Jessica alone. Monsters enjoyed playing games with their prey, in some sick twisted way loosing her would only make him to be out for blood thirsty revenge. Maybe that’s what they wanted.
Releasing her from his grasp. he ran his hands through his hair to try and get everything together. Then realizing that their friend was laying on the floor motionless, he acted quickly. He walked over to the body and kneeled over, before he started to preform CPR. Pinching the males nose, he leaned in and blew air into his mouth and hoped to god he could save him. Exorcisms were meant to save the person who was possessed… not kill them. If he lost Brady, he’d feel horrible. He didn’t want to loose anyone.
That’s why he quit to begin with.
Feeling his pulse, nothing. Sam’s eyebrows tugged together into an expression of a rushing rage of emotions. Brady was dead, and Sam could have showed up earlier to prevent all this. Stumbling back against the dresser, a noise emitted from him that only a broken man could ever make. One of his best friends was dead because he put his stupid family first, family that never seemed to care about his well being, only the job. Dean could of done this damn hunt on his own, and Sam knew that all too well.
Looking over at Jessica, jaw locked tight before he released a shaky breath. “I-I’m so sorry, Jess…” He said, glancing down to the lifeless body on the floor as he forced down the pit forming in his throat. Because of his selfishness, his girlfriend had been hurt, his friend had been killed. Sam was always the type to take others actions for his own, to be the first to blame himself. God knew he felt horrible for this, and the expression on his face was evident enough for that.
Even after Sam crawled back to the dresser, Jessica still took a couple of seconds to perform CPR. “It’s gonna be alright,” she mumbled under her breath, trying to collect emotions. Blocking all of incoming feelings, the blonde punched his chest. That’s what they taught her about rebooting the heart. Still nothing. Seconds of this same routine turned into minutes and finally she fell back, making her way to sit beside Sam. Her hands were steady, maybe even a bit steadier than they should be. After what she’d seen she wondered if it was a friend or a monster they’d lost, but pushing the thought right back into her head Jessica focused on her own breathing and the sound of Sam’s broken voice. She was going to be become a doctor, might as well start now. Call it Jess, she thought.
Time of death: 10:56.
There should be something on her face. A sign of emotion. Fear, pain, sorrow, grief, hysterical laughter, but there was nothing. She wanted to cry and she could feel the need to in the back of her throat, but nothing came out of the proud tear ducts. Her head slowly turned to Sam – his face gushing with rage and wordlessly, her hands reached for his body, taking a tight hold of it. Her hand found his head and with gentle strokes she buried her own face on his shoulder before giving him a kiss on the cheek. “Shh. You don’t have to be sorry for anything.”
Her shirt was still bloody and catching a glimpse, Jessica found just enough strength to pull herself up from the ground. “I should change.” That’s when tears began to fall, making her face red, covering it with salty water. The realization that someone she thought was a friend was now gone and she wasn’t sure who it was at all. Taking the white gown off, Jessica’s shaky hands reached for the top drawer and replaced it with a black shirt. Fitting color for the day’s events.
The truth is, she knew just as much about Brady as she did about Sam and that gave her an even harder time. Trying to decide what to do, Jessica wiped her tears away and nodded. “What do we do now? Call the police? Run? It’s your call.” The woman’s hand tugged on the fabric of her shirt just where a wound bled only moments ago, eyes shifting from the lifeless body to Sam’s.
(Source: smurfsandpostits)
quitringingforme:
Pretending to be an entirely different person was fun— but sometimes it was needed just for some peace and quiet. Balthazar had ran and hid several times; this wasn’t going to change anything as he had came in here as ‘Andrew’ instead of whom he really was. It was funny, Andrew probably would be either yelling at him right now or telling him he was doing something right but— yeah no depressing thoughts right now.
But then again seeing someone even he knew was dead… it sparked even more interest to see exactly— why.
There was a seat and he took it like the proper gentlemen that Andrew would be even if he would be abrupt— sometimes, Balthazar put on a bright sort of smile. “Oh, would a coffee be good to start it out?”
Returning a smile to the gentleman who sat at a table, the blonde nodded. “That’ll be right up.”
It took a while to take in and understand what happened to the woman and how she could possibly be back from the dead. She burned and last time she checked, ashes couldn’t be made back into what they used to compose. With the one question on her mind, she finally gave up to even look for an answer. Whatever happened happened and now is what she should be focusing on.
It was difficult. Her dreams of becoming a doctor, of helping people and saving their lives, it all seemed wasted. Years of non-redeemed education did no good after death and unless she was fine with scaring the hell out of her profs, the blonde was fine staying ‘back in square one”. Not like she hasn’t been a waitress before.
The dark liquid in a white cup was a drink of the sinners from what her mom would say only that never stopped either from consumption. Setting down the hot cup, Jessica looked back at the customer. “Anything ales I can do for you?”
(Source: smurfsandpostits)
msshoottothrill:
“Well, i’m fixin’ to splurge a little,”
{ And hell, maybe its a ‘Screw Consciousness’ day too. My death wish ain’t too far off. }
The ragged tendril of the scar on her bicep, pressed against the entryway, the accented timbre of her voice lacking energy, and her expression placid, save for the attempt at a smile. Recent events of the angel’s fall called for a bit of encouragement that only alcohol could provide. ”You got any Rum, Whiskey or Vodka? —If not I was hopin’ you could tell me where the nearest bar is.” Thin brows arched as she awaited the reply, lapis hues hovering idly upon the blonde, and briefly to the old man.
The girl took her notepad, clicking a blue pen ready. Walking to the table her eyes slowly fell at the stranger. “You’ve come to the right place. The bar is right this way and we have any drink you can think of,” Jessica answered. Taking a few steps past the tables she finally sat behind the bar. Usually it was full of people by now but maybe the fact that it was raining hell-knows-what out of the sky people’s attention was momentarily replaced. Either way many would end up near a bottle of alcohol. Jessica wondered if this woman was one of those people.
They had two sizes of shots glasses - ones for light weight and ones for those who’d need not one but five liters of alcohol to knock them out. “Pick the glass,” she suggested before wiping the surface clean. “You look like you could use a band-aid,” she nodded, nodding towards a scar.
(Source: smurfsandpostits)
driverpicksthexmusic:
”I made no face,” he grumbled, then picked a slice of the pie up into his hand, taking a large bite. “And who the hell ‘stress bakes and cleans’? That’s just nutty.” He said, talking as he chewed. It only took a few seconds before he looked at the slice of pie in his hand in thought, then back up at Jess. “On second though; stress bake all you want, Blondie. This is delicious.”
“You know what Dean? You’re absolutely right. Who stress bakes? That’s completely mental. I should really just throw this pie away, it’s not even as good as usual,” she answered shrugging a bit before picking up the plate giving it a long sad look. “Trust me, this pie is not at its best.”
driverpicksthexmusic:
”So, it went from being not your fault at all, to ‘not entirely your fault’? Come on, you can do better than that. You’re a horrible liar, sweetheart. I don’t believe a word that’s comin’ out of your mouth.”
“Bite me, Dean. Your riffle is fine. I’m just messing with you,” Jess said, rolling her eyes at him with a smile. “You should’ve seen your face! Who says I’m a bad liar now, huh? If I did do anything to the rifle it was disassemble it after cleaning, and I made that pie because, oh wait, I’m a stress baker and cleaner.”
driverpicksthexmusic:
smurfsandpostits replied to your post: ooc; For some reason, I want one of Deans friends…
I VOLUNTEER! jkhcjkalshhcd ;___;
ooc; -weeps- This would be so fucking amazing, because in our AU, they’re all each other has, and maybe Cas too. And then Jess get the blood in her system and maybe he’s being like, held back by another vampire and he can’t get to her and she’s turned and I JUST REALLY AKLsJIOEPOM -whimpers- THE PAIN WITH THESE TWO. SRSLY.
ooc: omg this would be so painful and ckhjkrfhjksrdh YOU KILL ME WITH FEELS. And Jess would obviously understand what’s happening and she’d have to battle with guilt and urges so that would be amazing and interesting. They’d be like the siblings who weren’t meant to be. Aw I just want them to bond. We gotta bring our AU back ;(
driverpicksthexmusic:
smurfsandpostits replied to your post: Dean, I just thought Id get you pie. PS: also, someone broke your favorite riffle but thats not about that
Listen grumpy, just because I mentioned it with a surprise pie in my hands doesnt mean that someone was myself..
”Please, don’t try to bullshit a bullshitter. You know it was you. Now, fess up. How’d you break it?”
“Someone went snooping in the trunk. How they managed to get it open - I have no idea. So I jumped on the bastard and he managed to bang the riffle against pavement so hard some paint chipped off… Sorry ‘bout that. Told you it wasn’t entirely my fault!”
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selfmadecage:
He felt horrible leaving Jessica behind like that…. and the minute he got home, he promised to himself he would tell her what he was, what he did. He didn’t like keeping secrets from the one girl that he loved more then life itself, the one girl that he stayed in college for… the one girl he wanted to marry and have children with. He knew going back to hunting would ruin that, so he avoided it.
Sliding out of the impala, he shut the door and glanced into the window. Pursing lips tightly, he glanced down momentarily. “I’m sorry, Dean… but you’ll need to continue without me. I can’t leave Jessica alone. I can’t give this up. This is my future, to have a good and normal life…” Dean casually shook his head, glancing away with a casual shrug. “Don’t worry about it Sam. Your girlfriend and normal like is more important then family.” His words were sharp, and they stung. Sam sighed, shaking his head.
“I’ll see you around, Dean… contact me if you find anything okay?” He patted the side of the car and stepped back, watching as the rear of the car started to get farther and farther away. Sighing, he turned back towards the apartment to open up the door, walking up towards their room. Pushing the door open, he noticed the front room was empty, which was strange considering Jessica was usually reading in the front room waiting for him.
Something was wrong.
He heard the painful and silent cry however, and rushed into the room to see Jessica up against the wall and… Brady? Multi-colored hues went wide from shock and fear, acting out with what he was taught as a child. Snagging the flask form the jacket, he splashed out the holy water, the sizzle from the males skin evident as he stepped back, snarling like a rabid animal. Sam spoke from memory of reading this in a book, voice rushed and panicked.
“Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio—” He didn’t need to get through the whole exorcism for the demon to expel from their friends body, flying through the window and shattering the glass. He rushed over as Jessica’s body dropped, catching her before she could fall before he pulled her in close, a choked sob following. If he had come home just an hour later, she would of been gone.
Jessica was too weak to keep her eyes open and with each attempt at breathing out she could feel the need for oxygen get twice stronger. Brady would kill her or asthma eventually would. Either way, this was going to be her last night on earth. Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come, thy will be done on Earth as it is in Heaven… She did try though. She kept her eyes open even though she could barely see anything as darkness filled her vision, hearing her voice say a silent prayer in mind.
The appearance of a tall shadow made Jessica tilt her head slightly down and narrow sight. That would be Sam, she guessed. Run, the girl thought. She could feel blood dripping down her stomach and if she pulled off the wall a little more Jessica would be able to see a red stain on her new white gown.
The things she saw next were still blurry but even then it terrified her enough to worsen breathing even after she fell off the wall as some black thick cloud went out of Brady’s body. Eyes wider than before, Jessica wrapped her arms around Sam who managed to catch her right before her weak body hit the ground. Shakily, she pointed in the direction of their nightstand.
“P-Puffer,” she growled with a voice which made her sound like a dog who tried to cough out a fur ball. “I need my puffer.” There were too many thoughts running through her head now and she barely had the will to collect them. So many questions, none of which she could answer herself, but what Sam did surely made up one question – Do I know you at all?
Jessica took the inhaler from Sam’s hands before he brought it close to her and took a few puffs, finally clearing the airway. A couple minutes longer and she would’ve been dead – that she didn’t need to say out loud. The blonde could read that thought off Sam’s face. “What the hell just happened?” – She finally said, eyes staring at Brady’s motionless body with looked paler than before and without waiting for an answer crawled across the room towards it, feeling the pulse. “One, two, three,” she whispered as her hands pushed down on his chest. Once. Twice. Three times. No response. “Sam, help me!” Something told Jessica he was already dead but she didn’t want to listen to that voice in her head.
(Source: smurfsandpostits)
