The Darkness Rises RP (Supernatural)(Open)

[Lucifer's Vessel]

(It's pure evil. Stupid internet. Also, I'm on mobile now. Probably shorter posts. maybe instead of drawing Chuck in she could draw in Amara? If not since I'm stuck on Chuck posts I'll give her a reason not to kill him and let him go.)

Addie - Witch - Tags: Dean, Dan
" Something wrong, Dean?" She asks sweetly. It had been a really long time since she'd gotten directly involved with any of her plans and she begins to realize how much she missed it. "Other than the suffocation I mean. Did me threatening your baby bro hit a nerve? I bet it did."

[Supernatural_]

(I can have Amara pop in.)

|| Dean Winchester || Tags: Addie, Dan ||

Ire flickered in his gaze, clenching his fists until they were ivory. "You touch Sam, you're a dead man," he promised, barely getting the words out. But despite his suffocation, he would figure out a way to send her *** down to Hell if it were the last thing he'd ever do. Shutting his emerald eyes, suddenly feeling lightheaded, he felt something throb inside him; something call to him.

[Lucifer's Vessel]

Addie - Witch - Tags: Dean, Dan
"Considering where I stand as is I'm already dead. I helped overthrow Lucifer then that nightmare of an archangel got his grace back. Now I'm targeting some of those that god favors in hopes of getting him to show his face. I'm a dead man walking. I'm not particularly scared of you. So no. I won't pretend to be afraid of that threat and if it comes down to it and I am forced to kill you. I'll target your brother, then that angel. I'll keep moving down the line until He decides to help." The hex bag catches fire and the spell stops. "but I can't kill you immediately. Take a breath. Then we can start again."

[AgentWashingtub]

Redwood sat down, his fluffy tail slapping the ground happily. His piercing blue eyes were on the demon, happy she wasn't a threat. "Hellhounds don't sound too great." Jack added, hand wrapped tightly around the blue leash. "Thank you, though. He's also really good at protection, in case something doesn't agree with me, and attacks."

Katinti shrugged. "They're fine, when they're not fighting against you. Or when demons aren't threatening to have an army of them rip you to shreds," she said, remembering Nex. "Which isn't often in my case, considering my... line of work."

[Supernatural_]

|| Dean Winchester || Tags: Addie, Dan ||

He laughed bitterly, oxygen filling his lungs like water. "Screw you," he breathed. He knew that God wouldn't show his face. Never has, never will. He couldn't even face them in person, for crying out loud! He decided to send them a card, which pretty much said: 'feel better, get well soon.' But besides that, ire filled his veins. That witch threatened everyone he loved, and God so help him, he would kill her. And the more that rage caved in, the more he could feel that tug.... The tug that he knew he had felt before.

[puppypillar]

"That's good." Jack muttered, out of ideas. He looked at the woman's face. "Would you mind, if I uh, studied you?" He rubbed his hand, still holding on tight to Redwood's leash. "Ask you some questions about your species?"

[Lucifer's Vessel]

Addie - Witch - Tags: Dean, Dan
She grins and grabs another couple hex bags from her bag, "Let's see. Suffocation is plenty fun. I could drown you..." She peeks into the bag, "Organ failure is always an option as well. Though that may be how I finish you off." She considers her options before dropping one of the hex bags. "More interesting when you can actually talk. I guess we'll stick with suffocation for now." She tosses the hex bag at his feet, muttering the same words from before before looking up and putting her hands together in mock prayer. "C'mon God. Come help the little Winchester. I will kill him. I have no qualms about it. Not in the least. In fact, I might get a medal for it. The witch to kill Dean Winchester dead." She looks back at him, "I'll make sure that soul of yours goes straight to Hell too. Maybe I can get on Lucifer's good side by bringing him a Winchester's soul on a platter."

[Supernatural_]

|| Dean Winchester || Tags: Addie, Dan ||

Just when oxygen relieved his lungs, he felt them close up, preventing the delicious air to fill his throat. "Been there, done that; I wouldn't mind visiting Hell again," he choked out with a grin. He wouldn't let the witch get the pleasure of seeing him panic. Clenching his fists, he closed his eyes, his throat screaming with the lack of air. Though, the constant thrum inside him gradually grew, and he knew it wasn't good.

|| The Darkness/Amara || Tags: Addie, Dan, Dean

She could practically hear Dean Winchester begging for help. She could feel his pain; his panic, even if he didn't show it physically. And for that, that was why she came for him. She hadn't fully recovered from when Aura--that godforsaken reaper--blasted her away. Though, she used enough strength that she had to find the Winchester, and found herself staring at three little insects, as well as Dean.

[Lucifer's Vessel]

Addie - Witch - Tags: Dean, Amara, Dan
She's about to make another remark when Amara arrives. She immediately moves away from the darkness, backing towards the demons. Not God. she tries, and fails, to hide the fear the being causes her.

(Sorry for shorter post.)

[Supernatural_]

(It's fine.)

|| Dean Winchester || Tags: Addie, Dan, Amara ||

His eyes widened at the sight, the tug of the bond increasing at a rapid pace. "Well, what a pleasant surprise," he choked out, his grin dying down. He certainly didn't expect Amara to show up, and for some reason, he felt relieved. Not at the sight of her, but that someone actually came.

|| Dan || Tags: Addie, Dean, Amara ||

Oh no, he thought to himself, yielding a step back. This wasn't apart of the plan. Not at all. Sucking in a breath, he looked from Addie to Amara, contemplating on whether he should run or not. Screw this. Not regretting any of this, the demon disappeared, finding himself a block away from the area.

|| The Darkness/Amara || Tags: Addie, Dan, Dean ||

She frowned slightly at the demons, witch and Winchester. Though, seeing the demon that evacuated the perimeter, a grin tugged at her lips. The 'powerful' and 'brave' beings called demons were anything but that. They were utter cowards and fools. Staring hardly at the witch, she flicked her gaze to the Winchester, snapping her finger for the hex bag's curse to die down. "I'd think again about what you do, witch," she said. "Never mess with my things."