The Darkness Rises V.2 (A Supernatural Role Play~Open)

[Mrs. Winchester]

Reaper// Aura //tagged; Sam

Her hair fell softly on her shoulders. "It's ok. I never really liked clowns either". She paused noticing one of his dimples. She smiled with familiarity. Standing she grabs him a beer and hands it to him gently opened. "I'll be right back" she says heading upstairs. Stepping into her bedroom she undresses as she tries to calm her mind. Stepping into the shower she sighs as the hot water runs over her skin.

[Supernatural_]

|| Sam Winchester || Tags: Aura ||

He relaxed as she didn't mock him for it; his brother always did. Taking the beer as she offered it, he watched the female leave. The strange urge to follow her nagged at him, but he knew it would be a wrong move, especially when she was only starting to remember things. Sighing, the male took a swig of the beer and waited for the reaper to return.

[AgentWashingtub]

"Thought you'd say that. You're a hunter, after all," Katinti said. "You don't care who I am, or what I do, you only care that I'm not human." She considered for a moment. "Although I suppose you could be right about your brother. He might not appreciate me finding him. You could have just said the second thing, you know."

[Mrs. Winchester]

Reaper// Aura //tagged; Sam

Drying off she slips on a long loose black silk night gown. She couldn't help but feel the need to look good for him. Which was weird since she usually could care less. She sprayed a modest amount of gentle perfume on herself and brushed through her long soft hair. She takes a deep breath and graciously walked down the stairs. Approaching him she props his head on a pillow and hands him a warm blanket. She blushes brightly when she nearly trips and catches herself before falling on him. Their faces were inches apart. For someone who was usually so smooth, she felt like a total mess. She quickly stands and regains her balance in an attempt to play it off

[Supernatural_]

|| Dean Winchester || Tags: Katinti ||

Dean only rolled his green eyes. At least he had proven his point. "Are we getting a drink or not?" He inquired impatiently, just wanting to get out of this conversation. Without waiting for a reply, the hunter began to walk towards the bar once again. As he entered, the smell of alcohol relieved him, and he could practically taste it on his tongue.

|| Sam Winchester || Tags: Aura ||

Sam lit up as she entered the room, and he couldn't help but not her attire. She looked absolutely stunning. But as she tripped and fell right into him, his cheeks flared a red hue, his hazel eyes flicking to her lips. And he had to admit he was disappointed when she stood up and regained herself. "Well," he laughed, "I always knew you were a klutz."

[AgentWashingtub]

"We are. That's why we're here, after all," Katinti said, following Dean.

[Mrs. Winchester]

Reaper// Aura //tagged; Sam

She blushes deeply with embarrassment. "Yeah..." she sits by his side again. She hoped the perfume wasn't too strong. She handed him a change of pajamas. "I noticed I had some men's clothes in my dresser and I get the feeling that they're yours from sometime back." She says with a gentle smile as she admired his features once again

[Supernatural_]

|| Dean Winchester || Tags: Katinti ||

"No, I thought we were here just to admire the decor," he sarcastically said back to the demon with a flat look. Looking around the bar, he chose a spot by the bar and instantly ordered two shock tops. "So," he said once the demon joined him, "What's going on in Hell?" He had heard rumours about a new uprising, but he was unsure if they were relevant.

|| Sam Winchester || Tags: Aura ||

He took the clothes and offered her an appreciative smile. "Thank you," he said. As the reaper sat beside him, a sweet illuminated enveloped him, and a smile tugged at his lips. He recognized it, but it only brought back memories. He only wished that somehow all her memories would come back, if that was possible.

[AgentWashingtub]

Katinti laughed at the sarcasm, delighted at the humor. She sat next to Dean and leaned back in her seat. "Oh, not much. Just, you know, revolution. Hell's got a Queen, now."

[Mrs. Winchester]

Reaper// Aura //tagged; Sam

"I have a feeling..." she says looking down at her hands resting in her lap. "That whatever is causing my lack of memory is some type of spell. My memories are not gone, they are being barricaded from me...blocked somehow. Whoever did this must be some type of powerful witch or creature, but clearly did not want me remembering you." She looks up at him. "Would anyone you know have a reason to do this? Maybe out of envy or something. The only way to regain access to my memories would be for you to help me break the wall in my mind or to have a witch do so, if you know any." She gently runs her fingers down his side to make sure that there were not any blood clots near the wound.