03/12/2025  Something Evil resides here Category: Uncategorized Then... Pawleys Island, South Carolina Shoving the screen door open, quickly followed by the front door; Riley slipped the gym bag from her shoulder, and dropped it in a heap on the floor, as she did so, she called out to her Mother. “MOM!” An annoyance was apparent in her tone. “MOM!” She called again however nothing but silence greeted her.  “Did you forget something?” She paused, waiting for her Mother to enter the hallway or call back an apologetic reply.  “You forgot to pick me up after Soccer tryouts... MOM!...”  Again, nothing. Which was unusual. Even more so for her Mother to forget In the first place, she was the most punctual and organized, if somewhat OCD person Riley knew, and one of her Mother’s other irritating traits was her great dislike of tardiness. She had also double-checked with her just that morning before school and confirmed the time tryouts were expected to finish so her Mother Anne, knew full well when to pick her up. “Mom!” This time, She called out with a sense of concern, welling up in her voice. As Riley rounded the doorframe from the hallway leading into the kitchen, the young girl was unprepared for the bloody sight that greeted her. Her eyes widened with disbelief and an overwhelming fear gripped her tightly, threatening to strangle the life out of her. The sounds of a chilling scream shook her further until she realized that she was the one screaming. Her Mother's Mangled and distorted body lay in a pool of her blood. Now…. The Impala’s engine roared with superlative unison with The Highway to Hell blaring from the car’s stereo speakers. Dean’s window lowered, as the cool wind whipped through the opening; billowing through the short strands of his hair. Having passed the welcome sign about a quarter of a mile back, they were just coming up to the town itself. The miles of the grey road gave way to civilization, trees banked on one side and the other, quaint old houses dotted within the woodland landscape, and further still, the beach and the sea. Dean couldn’t believe his luck, an actual case by the sea. He was unapologetically gleeful, as the scent of the salt air swarmed around his nostrils. “Sammy, Sammy, Sammy….” He chanted, as glanced toward his brother sleeping seemingly soundly in the passenger seat. Quite how Sam slept through the ‘drone’ was a mystery, but clearly his ‘little’ brother must have needed his ‘beauty’ sleep’  The town emerged on either side, so Dean returned the stereo volume to a respectable level, as he pulled into the car park of the local tavern. He was about to poke Sam but instead left him to sleep. Entering the bar, the first thing that Dean noticed was the mix of magickal paraphernalia, which he recognized due to many past hours in the company of Rowena, was interspersed between beach decor and bric-a-brac. The second was a pinboard behind the bar, with numerous photos attached. Many faces staring right into the soul of anyone looking upon them; captured and frozen in that one moment in time. One of which he recognized from the article Sam had discovered just a couple of days ago. It was just one of many over the previous week that had piqued the Winchester Brother’s interest and had brought them to this small beach town in South Carolina. “Can I help you?” Asked the woman behind the counter “Umm..I was just admiring the unusual decor…” Dean replied, approaching the bar. “It belonged to my Great Aunt.. She collected lots of….stuff..I just left it around the place when I inherited it. I think it adds a bit of flavor” “That is one way to look at it” Dean responded, although all he and his Brother have come up against over the years, has led him to be slightly skeptical of the innocence of such objects. That said, he had also learned that not all those who practice witchcraft commit diabolical acts, besides, in his mind he was playing ‘devil's advocate’ until he got the lay of the land, and afterall  they could merely be decoration. “Say, isn’t that the woman that uhh, died?” He inquired casually, motioning to the wall behind the female. She turned to look at the pinboard, “Anne.. It’s such a shame. This is a small town, everyone knows everyone..Her husband past. God rest his soul just last year, leaving Riley all alone.” “Riley, that’s the daughter?” “Yup.. She’s staying with the neighbor while they track down the next of kin. Poor kid. I can’t imagine what it was like walking in and seeing the sight that she did.. So traumatising for her, But what was it I could get you?” “Uhh, yeah..Looking for a place to stay?” “Okay, you want the blue Cabana motel, down Waverly road, bout a 5-minute drive” “Oh, and I can see on your menu there, fried chicken and waffles. Can I have some to go, please.. And better make that another waffle and hashed egg.. Thanks…” Other pleasantries were exchanged before Dean left with the food. After placing both lots on Sam's lap, he made the short drive to the Blue Cabana Motel. 01: PM 3 Comments  (Add Comment)  | 2 Kudos  Back to Blog List

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	Claire Delanie Novak Human, Werewolf (Cured), Daughter of Amelia + Jimmy Novak-Castiel's True Vessel, Gregory Novak (paternal grandfather), (Supernatural)	Early Life Claire Novak is a hunter and the daughter of Jimmy, Castiel's true vessel. After her father's departure, Claire's mother went off to find herself and left her in the care of her grandmother. Her grandmother died and Claire struggled in group homes as well as developing a rebellious nature and resentment to the angel who ruined her life. She fell in with a bad crowd before she was then she encountered him again and refused his kindness, even stealing from him and his allies. She soon forgave Castiel after he helped her find her lost mother Amelia Novak, but she was orphaned when her mother was killed by a Grigori. Claire personally avenged her mother and decided to be a hunter before she was sent to live with the Mills Family. Though Claire struggled to adjust to them as well as hunting, she came to see them as her family and eventually, she became a hunter. Years Past For years she lived with her mother after her father was not there in their home anymore. She grew up pretty much alone, her mom had died protecting her, she sacrificed herself. Her mom died in her daughter’s arms; she was left with those memories for life. After that she lived with her grandmother but that was not for a long time. Claire was one to be a loner on her own, she was after her grandmother passed away. There was nothing left for her to do, she was not going to live in any other sort of home. The only thing she could do was to live on her own, getting money and food when she could. Knowing where her dad was in another place in another spirit could not contact. Frankly never wanted to see her father or family she felt abandoned no other word fit how she felt. No one was there with her to help her; she had to be strong and fend for herself. Living in places that were vacant, finding food where she should not be is a life for anyone. She always had the feeling that knowing that Castiel had taken his spirit within her father. It was all changing for her mind was cluttered with so many thoughts of the past years...was this all true? Being on her own and traveling she never really realized where she was. The place seemed safe for the most part at least it seemed quiet at least. She spotted a motel that was open, and it was out in a rather good place that she could sneak into. Getting food and money was her life now. Living on her own, managing nicely with her way of life. Quietly she sneaked into the motel, it looked peaceful and was very quiet. First place was to the front desk looking to see what she could find. No one was around; it was almost unsettling, to her, making sure to keep her eyes open. Having to be quick, she grabbed the money not realizing she was being watched. She looked around a bit more to see what treasures she could find. It was filled with nothing as far as any food. Seeing a vending machine, she was able to get a few coins and get something, at least a bit of food. She stuffed the money in her pocket, not expecting to be caught, yet feeling like she was being watched. She wasn’t able to see the person behind her. She, still tried to get out of the hold the person had on her. Posted by Claire Delanie Novak Human, Werewolf (Cured), Daughter of Amelia + Jimmy Novak-Castiel's True Vessel, Gregory Novak (paternal grandfather), (Supernatural) on Fri Apr 18, 2025, 20:04 [Reply to this]

	Dean Winchester -Lisa’s Man Always-	Dean scowled as Sam tucked into ‘his’ fried chicken. Shaking his head. “Such a child, Sammy…” Truthfully, he could have kicked himself for his own ‘prank’ backfiring on him. Or was it even a prank? At this point, he wasn’t sure what it was. He rolled his eyes and attempted to quell the hunger. Almost salivating as he watched Sam scoff every last morsel. Grasping the bag offered, Dean took it, and shoving the car door open with more force than was required, he stepped out of the car, muttering under his breath. He watched as Sam disappeared into the Motel reception. Still moderately aggrieved at the loss of his fried chicken. His stomach was also very vocal on the subject, so he delved into the bag in hand, extracting its contents and stuffing them into his mouth and guzzling it as if he hadn’t eaten in days.. Hunger pangs still gnawed at his abdomen. He grumbled some more, screwing up the rubish, he looked around for a trash can, but there wasn’t one close to hand and so he dropped the crumpled food bag onto his seat, while the door was still open. “Don't worry, baby, I’ll move it as soon as possible, I know you’re not a trash can,” He whispered, as if into a lover's ear, and gently tapped the impala’s roof. He glanced around awkwardly this time, noticing a balding man staring at him. Dean simply stared back as nonchalantly as possible. The man’s face scrunched up with a dour expression, and he walked past Dean into one of the motel rooms. Reaching behind the driver's seat, Dean grabbed his duffle bag. Opening up the zipper, he was instantly hit with a ripe odour. It gave off a strong ‘worn three times, still counts as clean energy’, quickly realising that he had picked up the wrong duffle before leaving home. “Damn it!” He sighed. Knowing that there was nothing clean about its contents. This was bound to give Sam another laugh at his expense. ‘Note to self, find a clothes store.’ Pulling his toothbrush and toothpaste from a side pocket, he dragged the zipper closed again. Just as he was stuffing the toothbrush and paste into his jacket pocket, something caught his eye, just at the edge of his peripheral vision. Dean squinted, thinking it was a trick of the light. Maybe the sun bouncing off a windshield…Or maybe a female; her hair, long and dark, billowing in an absent breeze. Her head tilted, seemingly listening to something Dean could not hear. She was almost transparent and Dean had to really squint to make her out fully… but then, as quickly as she appeared, she vanished into thin air.. “Seriously!” Sam reappeared. Dean grabbed the rubbish before closing and locking the Impala securely. Hastily striding across the parking lot, he followed behind Sam down the boardwalk to their room. “Hey, did you see that weird ghostly chick by the van? ...And what took you so long?” Entering the motel room as soon as Sam opened the door, “Dibs!” Dean declared, launching himself onto the bed, furthest from the bathroom, as he flashed Sam an unabashedly boyish grin that didn’t belong on a man who hunted monsters for a living. “Your ass has issues! So I'm sleeping in clean air, thank you very much!” Posted by Dean Winchester -Lisa’s Man Always- on Wed Apr 16, 2025, 15:04 [Reply to this]

	Sam Winchester | Hunter | Taken by Sarah	It had been a long couple of weeks for Sam; there seemed to be a sudden upsurge in cases to deal with, and for a little while now, he had been doing some homework of his own to figure out what was going on. It was obvious that none of the cases linked up, however close in proximity to each other they were. Each case was as unique as the next. For the supernatural, anyway. But what was strange was the number of vampires and wolves that were vanishing into thin air. Someone was wiping them off the board, quite literally, leaving no imprint that they were actually there at all. Not a bad thing if truth be told, it would make Sam and his brother’s life a little easier; fewer monsters, less hunting and more time to spend with Sarah. Sam chucked his overnight bag on the back seat of Dean’s car, and between Dean talking and his Highway to Hell blaring out loud through the speakers, it wasn’t long before Sam began to doze to the soothing roar of baby’s engine. He wasn’t aware of how much time had passed when he began to stir __the car engine had stopped, and he was parked outside a tavern. He reached inside his jacket pocket and retrieved his cell phone. A small amount of time had passed, and just as he was about to get out and stretch his legs, Dean returned to the car and placed two bags of food on Sam’s lap. A hungry Sam took the liberty of looking into each bag as Dean began to drive to their next stop. “Have you turned vegetarian now?” he turned his head slightly, giving Dean a quick glance. “Hashed egg and waffle. Wow man what has Lisa done to you?”. His hand went into the other bag, and he retrieved a delicious-looking piece of fried chicken. He slowly took a bite, savouring the meaty taste that made his mouth salivate, of course, to wind his brother up. “You should have got yourself some fried chicken, man, this is good”, Sam said in between each mouthful, fast finishing off the fried chicken but not before offering Dean the last bite as they drew up to a motel, shrugging his shoulders and eating it himself, laughing in a childish manner to himself. He handed Dean the other bag and climbed out of the car, glad to have some fresh air. He turned to Dean. “I’ll check us in, and oh hey, did you get any coffee with that fried chicken.?“. Sam laughed to himself, knowing very well this would cause some backlash either now or later. Sam grabbed his bag off the back seat, walked into the motel reception area, and approached a man in his 50s with a slight build behind the counter. He put his credit card on the counter. The man looked up at Sam and then tapped the computer keyboard, inputting Sam’s details. “You and your other half here for pleasure of business?”. “Business”. Sam looked past the man into the back office. “I don’t do dirty business here; you take that elsewhere.” Sam furrowed his eyebrows. “He’s my...”. An exasperated Sam took his credit card. “We’re brothers.” “Right”. The man stared at him and grabbed a set of keys. “Like I said, no funny business. Room 105, 5th room to the right along the boardwalk”. Posted by Sam Winchester | Hunter | Taken by Sarah on Fri Mar 14, 2025, 22:03 [Reply to this]

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