NOT A HERO.

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️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️I. ️️ ️️EMOTIONAL BAGGAGE. ️
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️️ ️ ️️ ️ ️️ ️ ️️ ️ ️️ ️️ ️been cheated on ⠀ |⠀ been bullied ⠀ |⠀ ʜᴀᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ʙʀᴏᴋᴇɴ ⠀ |⠀ ʙʀᴏᴋᴇɴ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ'ꜱ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ⠀ |⠀ ᴛᴏʟᴅ ᴀ ʜᴏʀʀɪʙʟᴇ ʟɪᴇ ⠀ |⠀ ʙᴇᴇɴ ʙᴇᴛʀᴀʏᴇᴅ ⠀ |⠀ ʙᴇᴇɴ ꜰʀᴀᴍᴇᴅ/ꜱᴇᴛ ᴜᴘ ⠀ |⠀ ꜱᴛᴏʟᴇɴ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴏꜰ ᴠᴀʟᴜᴇ ⠀ |⠀ ᴏᴠᴇʀᴅᴏꜱᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ᴅʀᴜɢꜱ ️️ ️️( in an attempt to save sam, insane as it sounds ) ⠀ |⠀ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴅʀᴜɴᴋ ⠀ |⠀ cheated ⠀ |⠀ bullied ⠀ |⠀ ᴘᴜɴᴄʜᴇᴅ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ ⠀ |⠀ ʙᴇᴇɴ ʙᴇᴀᴛᴇɴ ᴜᴘ ⠀ |⠀ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴀᴅᴍɪᴛᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴀ ʜᴏꜱᴘɪᴛᴀʟ ⠀ |⠀ ʜᴀᴅ ᴀ ɴᴇᴀʀ-ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ᴇxᴘᴇʀɪᴇɴᴄᴇ ⠀ |⠀ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴅʀᴜɢɢᴇᴅ ⠀ |⠀ ᴅᴏɴᴇ ᴅʀᴜɢꜱ ️️ ️️( mostly alcohol ) ⠀ |⠀ ꜱᴍᴏᴋᴇᴅ ⠀ |⠀ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴀʀʀᴇꜱᴛᴇᴅ ⠀ |⠀ ʙᴇᴇɴ ʜᴏᴍᴇʟᴇꜱꜱ ️️ ️️( road's the only home he knows, the only one there is ) ⠀ |⠀ been forced to commit a crime ⠀ |⠀ ᴅɪᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ʟɪꜰᴇ ️️ ️️( more times than you'd think ) ⠀ |⠀ ᴋɪꜱꜱᴇᴅ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇɴ'ᴛ ᴀᴛᴛʀᴀᴄᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ⠀ |⠀ ʙʟᴇᴅ ꜱᴇᴠᴇʀᴇʟʏ ⠀ |⠀ ᴋɪʟʟᴇᴅ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ⠀ |⠀ ʜᴀᴅ ᴀɴ ᴀᴛᴛᴇᴍᴘᴛ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟɪꜰᴇ ⠀ |⠀ made an attempt on your own life ⠀ |⠀ ʟᴏꜱᴛ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ⠀ |⠀ ʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ⠀ |⠀ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ ᴀ ʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ ᴏɴᴇ ᴅɪᴇ ️️ ️️( try all of them ) ⠀ |⠀ ꜰᴀɪʟᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴀᴠᴇ/ʜᴇʟᴘ ᴀ ʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ ᴏɴᴇ ⠀ |⠀ ꜰᴇʟᴛ ʜᴇʟᴘʟᴇꜱꜱ ️️ ️️( story of his life ) ⠀ |⠀ had your life's work stolen/destroyed
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️️ ️ ️️ ️ ️️ ️ ️️ ️ ️️ ️️ ️gone without food for over three days ⠀ |⠀ ɢᴏɴᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ꜱʟᴇᴇᴘ ꜰᴏʀ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ ᴅᴀʏꜱ ⠀ |⠀ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴛᴏʀᴛᴜʀᴇᴅ ⠀ |⠀ ʙᴇᴇɴ ꜱʜᴏᴛ ⠀ |⠀ ʙᴇᴇɴ ꜱᴛᴀʙʙᴇᴅ ⠀ |⠀ ʙᴇᴇɴ ʙᴜʀɪᴇᴅ ᴀʟɪᴠᴇ ⠀ |⠀ ʙᴇᴇɴ ʜᴇʟᴅ ʜᴏꜱᴛᴀɢᴇ ⠀ |⠀ ʜᴇʟᴅ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ʜᴏꜱᴛᴀɢᴇ ⠀ |⠀ ʙᴇᴇɴ ꜱᴛᴜᴄᴋ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴅɪꜰꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴛ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ/ᴜɴɪᴠᴇʀꜱᴇ/ᴛɪᴍᴇ ⠀ |⠀ been slapped by a parent or higher up ⠀ |⠀ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴀʙᴜꜱᴇᴅ ʙʏ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ꜱʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ/ᴛᴀᴋᴇɴ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ️️ ️️( his dad, by depriving him of a childhood, raising him and his brother like warriors ) ⠀ |⠀ had a panic attack ⠀ |⠀ ʜᴀᴅ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ᴛᴇʀʀᴏʀꜱ ⠀ |⠀ ʙᴇᴇɴ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴄᴀʀ ᴀᴄᴄɪᴅᴇɴᴛ ⠀ |⠀ lost your job ⠀ |⠀ ʟᴏꜱᴛ ᴀ ꜰɪɢʜᴛ ⠀ |⠀ ʜᴀᴅ ꜱᴇx ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ꜱᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ ⠀ |⠀ been divorced ⠀ |⠀ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴀʙᴀɴᴅᴏɴᴇᴅ ⠀ |⠀ ᴄ̶ʀ̶ɪ̶ᴇ̶ᴅ̶ ̶ʏ̶ᴏ̶ᴜ̶ʀ̶ꜱ̶ᴇ̶ʟ̶ꜰ̶ ̶ᴛ̶ᴏ̶ ̶ꜱ̶ʟ̶ᴇ̶ᴇ̶ᴘ̶ ⠀ |⠀ spent a whole day in bed ⠀ |⠀ ᴛᴀᴋᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀɴɢᴇʀ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱᴇʟꜰ ⠀ |⠀ ᴛᴀᴋᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀɴɢᴇʀ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏɴ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ⠀ |⠀ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴜꜱᴇᴅ ⠀ |⠀ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴍᴀɴɪᴘᴜʟᴀᴛᴇᴅ ⠀ |⠀ ᴍᴀɴɪᴘᴜʟᴀᴛᴇᴅ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴇʟꜱᴇ ⠀ |⠀ ʜᴀᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍᴇᴍᴏʀɪᴇꜱ ᴡɪᴘᴇᴅ/ꜱᴛᴏʟᴇɴ ᴏʀ ᴛᴀᴍᴘᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ⠀ |⠀ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴛᴇʀʀɪꜰɪᴇᴅ ⠀ |⠀ played a cruel game on someone ⠀ |⠀ ꜰᴇʟᴛ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴍᴀɴʏ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ᴀᴛ ᴏɴᴄᴇ ⠀ |⠀ ʟᴀᴜɢʜᴇᴅ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴇʟᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴄʀʏɪɴɢ ⠀ |⠀ ʙᴇᴇɴ ɪɴ ᴅᴇɴɪᴀʟ ⠀ |⠀ ꜰᴀᴄᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅᴇᴍᴏɴꜱ ️️ ️️( every damn day ).
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️️ ️ ️️ ️ ️️ ️ ️️ ️ ️️ ️️ ️ ️️ ️ ️️ ️️▬▬▬▬ ️️ ️️FILLING UP THE FOOD TANK, getting juiced back up was the priority right now. hence pulling the items out of the bags, a ʙɪɢ bite of the juicy burger was taken along with a swig of beer to help swallow the food. when suddenly, the sound of the bathroom door opening broke the silence, catching sight of the petite blonde with the corner of his eye; walking barefoot on the floor in a towel and rummaging through dean's stuff as if he wasn't right there, ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜɪɴɢ. therefore faint frown creasing the brow, head tilted slightly to the side, arching brows ironically.
❛ why yes, jus' ɢᴏ ᴀʜᴇᴀᴅ, take y'er pick. ❜ before shifting his focus back to the beauty in his hands with the other readily approaching his position, expecting the next snarky remark.
❛ you're kiddin'? if a burger or a pie's what kills me, then i ᴡɪɴ, ❜ damn straight. t̶e̶n̶ ̶t̶i̶m̶e̶s̶ ̶b̶e̶t̶t̶e̶r̶ ̶t̶h̶a̶n̶ ̶a̶ ̶b̶l̶a̶d̶e̶ ̶o̶r̶ ̶a̶ ̶b̶u̶l̶l̶e̶t̶,̶ ̶i̶f̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶a̶s̶k̶ ̶h̶i̶m. cue brows raising, proud smile lifting the corner of his mouth. ❛ blaze of glory. ❜ for then just drinking more beer, emeralds wandering over the huntress' wet, half-naked figure for a swift moment —— and almost ᴄʜᴏᴋɪɴɢ at her words, rolling his eyes while she walked away, giggling like a schoolgirl. to come back a few minutes later, dressed in the oversized clothes she had previously s̶t̶o̶l̶e̶n borrowed. ❛ new duds look good, giggles. ❜ cleaning his hands with a napkin. ❛ will ᴅᴇꜰɪɴɪᴛᴇʟʏ need those back. ❜ reaching now for the pie and frowning when jo quickly slapped his wrist. ❛ 'course, knew you'd say that... ❜ some things just didn't change, huh. that's why he came ᴘʀᴇᴘᴀʀᴇᴅ. as reaching into one of the bags, a second pie was handed to her. ❛ 'ere, ❜ watching the blonde intently for her reaction before cocking both brows. ❛ y'er welcome. ❜ and proceeding to ᴅᴇᴠᴏᴜʀ his own, eventually scoffing at the latter's insinuation. ❛ fancy? i don't do fancy, sweetheart. ❜ grabbing the open laptop, somewhat offended, to start clicking through different views of streets. ❛ no, i get the job ᴅᴏɴᴇ. ❜ now, a few years back, tracking down the bastards would have been pretty much mission impossible; not knowing where to even start looking, forced to ᴡᴀɪᴛ around for the next attack ( possibly death. s̶a̶m̶'̶s̶,̶ ̶f̶o̶r̶ ̶a̶l̶l̶ ̶h̶e̶ ̶k̶n̶e̶w ) to make the papers so they could get a new lead on their location. nonetheless, luckily for them, times had vastly changed, technology had ᴇᴠᴏʟᴠᴇᴅ and so had their investigative methods. just a few clicks, hacking the right websites and nowadays, locating a person could very well suppose a ᴍɪʟᴋ ʀᴜɴ. ❛ got somethin'. ❜ firm voice suddenly stated, eyes trained on the traffic cam footage. ❛ a black s.u.v. ran a red light a few blocks from the djinns' lair at 1:38 p.m, jus' like the one parked outside when i got there 'round 1 p.m. ❜ wasn't much, but definitely worth a shot.
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️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ️️「 ️️ ️️ᴡɪᴄᴋᴇᴅ ᴄᴜᴘɪᴅ, ᴛᴀꜱᴋ 1. ️️ ️️」 ️️ft. ️️ ️️ @needsattention.
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️️ ️ ️️ ️ ️️ ️ ️️ ️ ️️ ️️ ️ ️️ ️ ️️ ️️▬▬▬▬ ️️ ️️NO DOUBT, if there's one thing french quarter folks loved more than randomly dressing up, drinking ( legally in public at that, an added bonus ) and partying ʜᴀʀᴅ in general, it was their so-called, out-of-this-world 'beignets.' now, indisputably, pie beated the hell out of any possible kind of dessert ( and ꜰᴏᴏᴅ, for that matter) out there. nonetheless, when in rome... give french fritters a try. therefore strolling through the french market
( before hitting a bar to ᴘʀᴏᴘᴇʀʟʏ get into the valentine's day spirit, l̶i̶k̶e̶ ̶e̶v̶e̶r̶y̶ ̶o̶t̶h̶e̶r̶ ̶y̶e̶a̶r ) that's exactly what the elder winchester brother did; stumbling upon a food stall with the 'best beignets in new orleans' and ultimately deciding to join the ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ-ᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ line along with an annoyed sigh, cursing under his breath. ❛ hope y'er holeless donuts are freakin' worth it.. ❜ thus earning a deadly look from the old lady before him. as after a f̶e̶w̶ ️️lot of minutes, the eternal wait came to an end with the box of treats being finally handed to him; stuffing the first one in his mouth right before arching both brows, ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴀɴᴛʟʏ surprised while walking away, feasting on the rest. when all of a sudden, a sharp, stabbing pain in the chest stopped the hunter dead in his tracks, almost dropping the box in his hands as whole face contorted with pain, a low groan escaped him. ❛ what the— ❜ and turning away, the weirdest thing followed ( and boy, had he seen ᴡᴇɪʀᴅ in his line of work... ) an unexplainably intense magnetic pull towards one unfamiliar chick; glowing, shining bright like the sun. —— like an actual redhead smoking hot ɢᴏᴅᴅᴇꜱꜱ. cue a dumbfounded frown, mouth still full of beignets as well as lips covered in powder sugar for then just wiping the latter off, walking up to her. ❛ boy, these 'ben-yays' are tasty... kind of like, ❜ pointing a finger at the other and clicking the tongue simultaneously while a ᴡɪᴅᴇ grin spread across freckled features, fixing his steady gaze on the heavenly countenance of hers.
❛ ᴄʜᴇʀʀʏ ᴘɪᴇ-tasty, that is.. ❜ emeralds gleaming with newfound infatuation. ❛ hi, i'm dean. ❜ proceeding to take one hand in his and plant a warm kiss on the top of it afterwards. ❛ enchanté. ❜
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️️ ️ ️️ ️ ️️ ️ ️️ ️ ️️ ️️ ️ ️️ ️ ️️ ️️▬▬▬▬ ️️ ️️DRINKS KEPT FLOWING, as well as the flirting with the bartender quickly escalating, calling for close ᴘʜʏꜱɪᴄᴀʟ action and thus the rest of the night was pretty much already planned out: drink some more and take the hot blonde home
( home sweet crappy motel room ). definitely beated the hell out of the winchester's original intent to get shitfaced, fail to answer his phone and sleep off today's hunt, before moving on to the next a̶n̶d̶ ̶s̶t̶a̶r̶t̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶a̶l̶l̶ ̶o̶v̶e̶r̶ ̶a̶g̶a̶i̶n. however, those plans took a ᴅʀᴀᴍᴀᴛɪᴄ turn when a familiar voice, certain distinct british accent spoke next to him. as indeed, one look in the newcomer's direction and dean's guess was proved to be true. rebekah mikaelson, in the flesh. —— well, of course; new orleans, home of voodoo in the states, and ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪᴋᴀᴇʟꜱᴏɴꜱ. a few years ago, both sam and him had worked a case the latter were involved in and that city, it turned out to be the location of one of the biggest and most diverse supernatural communities ᴇᴠᴇʀ encountered in both their lengthy hunting careers, a full-on things that went bump in the night ᴘʟᴀʏɢʀᴏᴜɴᴅ. vampire spies infiltrating the french quarter streets, they had eyes and ears everywhere, therefore it was only a matter of time before dean came across one of the original clan once word had spread around the city about a winchester's ꜱᴏʟᴏ arrival. luckily for him though, it was the prettiest one who decided to drop by ( the one he also happened to have a history with ). ❛ yeah well, we never really got to the exchangin' numbers part, did we? ❜ however, apparently, that didn't stop them from blowing off ʙɪɢ ʟᴏᴀᴅꜱ of steam. snatching the newly-filled glass from his hand, eyes were finally locked with the blonde; narrowing slightly as the perfectly composed expression of hers momentarily ꜱʜɪꜰᴛᴇᴅ, darkening the mood. hence chin lifted, along with quizzical brows. ❛ why though? emergency booty call? ❜ one thing he had learned in their fleeting time together: rebekah mikaelson was a trainwreck of ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴ, with eyes transparent like glass. and habitually, the root of whatever issues she had was the same pain in the ass family ( and no wonder it was. hell, those backstabbing bastards would drive anyone downright ʙᴏɴᴋᴇʀꜱ ).
❛ lemme guess... fight with the big bad bros? ❜ or more specifically... ❛ big bad wolf? ❜ and bingo, given the instant palpable ᴀɴɢᴇʀ crossing features. thus head tilted to the side consequently. ❛ must be exhaustin'... ❜ signaling the bartender for another scotch. ❛ y'know what, jus' leave the bottle. ❜ before turning to face the other again. ᴍɪꜱꜱ her, huh? cue a slight, thoughtful shrug, emeralds wandering around the crowded bar. ❛ i missed the city's wild and crazy. the music, ᴏɴ ᴏᴄᴄᴀꜱɪᴏɴ. the service, ❜ raising the glass at the bartender and pouring himself another drink. ❛ now the fangs? not so much. you understand. ❜ before taking a swig, teasing smile lifting the corner of his mouth.
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️️ ️ ️️ ️ ️️ ️ ️️ ️ ️️ ️️ ️ ️️ ️ ️️ ️️▬▬▬▬ ️️ ️️NEVERTHELESS, THE BLADE in her hand brought him straight back to reality, causing a deep frown to ensue, about a ᴅᴏᴢᴇɴ questions to arise. what was going on? and who the hell were those people? vampires? did that make her one of their kind, too? lips parted once more to voice such thoughts, when suddenly, the silence was shattered by a ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ shout. ❛ look out! ❜ right before the actual fang action began, with the first vampire attacking sam from behind, tackling him to the ground. ❛ sam! ❜ therefore hunter's instinct automatically kicking in, another one went in for the ᴋɪʟʟ and so chopping his head off, sam's attacker came next before helping him up, alarmed gaze searching clary afterwards. only to find her joining forces with the others, swinging her sword and dodging attacks ( rather ꜱᴋɪʟʟꜰᴜʟʟʏ at that ) while gracefully taking down the sudden horde of bloodsuckers coming their way. well, at least one major question had been cleared up: she was involved with ɴᴏ ᴠᴀᴍᴘɪʀᴇꜱ. however, her being there in the first place, —— right in the danger zone, swinging swords like uma thurman in kill bill? that colossal, ᴍɪɴᴅ-ʙʟᴏᴡɪɴɢ ( definitely not in a good way ) one remained a mystery. but now wasn't the time for it. ❛ c'mon, this way! ❜ thus proceeding to go in the other direction, the place was eventually ridded of all things ꜰᴀɴɢᴇᴅ with the strong smell of blood filling the air, clothes covered in vamp juice as a result while returning to the starting point on the lower floor, sam being the first one to speak. ❛ hey dean, ❜ causing the latter to slow down his pace until coming to a full stop, head turning back to look in his direction. ❛ was that... ᴛʜᴇ clary from high school? manhattan, right? ❜ and here we go... ❛ well, that was oddly specific... ❜ considering he was only a fourteen-year-old, with a whole bunch of other ɴᴇʀᴅʏ teen stuff circling around that big head of his ( the family business´excluded ) by the time clary came into his life ( but then again, he m̶a̶y̶ ̶h̶a̶v̶e mentioned her name a few times ). cue brows arching, along with a slight affirmative nod. ❛ yeah, she was. ❜ followed by a look of ᴀꜱᴛᴏɴɪꜱʜᴍᴇɴᴛ crossing sam's features. ❛ oh, wow... you think, she's a hunter? ❜ and there it was, the same question that had been roaming around in dean's brain since their less-than-ideal re-encounter which by the look of things, had a rather ᴄʟᴇᴀʀ answer. ❛ sure looked like it back there... except for the cult-lookin' punk gang, that is. ❜ that being said, the hunting duo resumed their march until the garage was reached, where a ᴅᴇᴀᴅ silence greeted them; bodies scattered messily across the ground and a few figures left standing, one of those being clary's, back turned to them. therefore giving a soft sigh of relief as well as shooting everyone else a ᴡᴀʀʏ look, the latter's position was approached. ❛ hey, ❜ voice softening again, trying to get the redhead's attention. ❛ you, uh.. you okay? ❜
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