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"𝖶𝗁𝗒'𝗌 𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗍𝗍𝖺 𝖻𝖾 𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅?
𝖭𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖢𝖺𝗌𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝖺𝗌𝗌, 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖽𝗎𝖽𝖾'𝗌 𝖻𝗎𝗌𝗒."
𝖣𝖾𝖺𝗇 𝖶𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖯𝖺𝗋𝗈𝖽𝗒.ᐟ
𝗦𝗟𝗗𝗡𝗜 | 𝗠𝗗𝗡𝗜.ᐟ²¹⁺
𝖮𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝖲𝖾𝖾𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖡𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋
𝖢𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖡𝖺𝗌𝖾𝖽 #вαвz
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𝖭𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖢𝖺𝗌𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝖺𝗌𝗌, 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖽𝗎𝖽𝖾'𝗌 𝖻𝗎𝗌𝗒."
𝖣𝖾𝖺𝗇 𝖶𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖯𝖺𝗋𝗈𝖽𝗒.ᐟ
𝗦𝗟𝗗𝗡𝗜 | 𝗠𝗗𝗡𝗜.ᐟ²¹⁺
𝖮𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝖲𝖾𝖾𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖡𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋
𝖢𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖡𝖺𝗌𝖾𝖽 #вαвz
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"...𝖨'𝗅𝗅 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝖿𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖨'𝗅𝗅 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗌𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝖨 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗅𝖾𝖿𝗍."
"You're right, I didn't toss it," Dean admitted. "But that blade is tied to the mark on my arm. It's like a cosmic boomerang. You put it in your vault, and the second I want it back, it'll rip through your floorboards, and your chest, to get to me."
February 4, 2026 at 12:34 PM
"You're right, I didn't toss it," Dean admitted. "But that blade is tied to the mark on my arm. It's like a cosmic boomerang. You put it in your vault, and the second I want it back, it'll rip through your floorboards, and your chest, to get to me."
+ because 'coincidence' is a word that gets people killed."
February 4, 2026 at 2:26 AM
+ because 'coincidence' is a word that gets people killed."
+ That is a mess I have to deal with. I'm not here to take your 'throne,' Sparky. I’m here because a man who looks exactly like you died decades ago, and if I found that file, other hunters can too. You better figure out your family tree fast, +
February 4, 2026 at 2:26 AM
+ That is a mess I have to deal with. I'm not here to take your 'throne,' Sparky. I’m here because a man who looks exactly like you died decades ago, and if I found that file, other hunters can too. You better figure out your family tree fast, +
+ "How do you think I know about the 'condition' of your family, Victor? How do you think I knew exactly which floorboard to step on to avoid the creak in your hallway? I’ve been watching you. I’ve been vetted. And the fact that a ghost from 1947 is walking around in your skin? +
February 4, 2026 at 2:26 AM
+ "How do you think I know about the 'condition' of your family, Victor? How do you think I knew exactly which floorboard to step on to avoid the creak in your hallway? I’ve been watching you. I’ve been vetted. And the fact that a ghost from 1947 is walking around in your skin? +
+ I’ve got the grandpa from hell breathing down my neck to make sure his son stays in one piece. I don't have to like Jude, and I don't have to like you, but I /do/ have to keep you both alive." The hunter poked a hard finger into Victor’s chest, right over his heart. +
February 4, 2026 at 2:26 AM
+ I’ve got the grandpa from hell breathing down my neck to make sure his son stays in one piece. I don't have to like Jude, and I don't have to like you, but I /do/ have to keep you both alive." The hunter poked a hard finger into Victor’s chest, right over his heart. +
+ I don’t give a damn about your territory or your wolfy pride. I’m here because of a debt. I have a standing agreement with Azariah," he said, the name of Jude's father, the powerful demon, rolling off his tongue with a mix of respect and deep seated loathing. "That’s right, +
February 4, 2026 at 2:26 AM
+ I don’t give a damn about your territory or your wolfy pride. I’m here because of a debt. I have a standing agreement with Azariah," he said, the name of Jude's father, the powerful demon, rolling off his tongue with a mix of respect and deep seated loathing. "That’s right, +
+ He just tilted his head, his green eyes scanning the shifter like he was looking for the seam in a cheap suit. He stepped even closer, until they were nearly chest to chest, his presence heavy and suffocating. "And let’s get one thing straight about who protects who. +
February 4, 2026 at 2:26 AM
+ He just tilted his head, his green eyes scanning the shifter like he was looking for the seam in a cheap suit. He stepped even closer, until they were nearly chest to chest, his presence heavy and suffocating. "And let’s get one thing straight about who protects who. +
The hunter listened to the phone call with his arms crossed, his face a mask of skeptical boredom. Even after the Remy guy hung up, Dean didn't look convinced, he looked annoyed. "Wow. A phone a friend. Truly, I’m moved," Dean deadpanned, not moving an inch as the shifter stepped into his space. +
February 4, 2026 at 2:26 AM
The hunter listened to the phone call with his arms crossed, his face a mask of skeptical boredom. Even after the Remy guy hung up, Dean didn't look convinced, he looked annoyed. "Wow. A phone a friend. Truly, I’m moved," Dean deadpanned, not moving an inch as the shifter stepped into his space. +
+ I’ll make sure there’s nothing left to bury."
February 4, 2026 at 12:36 AM
+ I’ll make sure there’s nothing left to bury."
+ never felt like you were older than thirty seven. No weird memories? No dreams of the late 40s? Because if I find out you’re bringing that kind of heat down on Jude’s head, especially with him being...in his 'condition,' I won't just rip your throat out. +
February 4, 2026 at 12:36 AM
+ never felt like you were older than thirty seven. No weird memories? No dreams of the late 40s? Because if I find out you’re bringing that kind of heat down on Jude’s head, especially with him being...in his 'condition,' I won't just rip your throat out. +
+ in the night and the lies they tell to keep from getting a silver stake to the heart." He leaned in, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous murmur. "So, maybe you're not Scooter. Maybe you're the son, or the grandson, or some freakish magical clone. But you look me in the eye and tell me you’ve +
February 4, 2026 at 12:36 AM
+ in the night and the lies they tell to keep from getting a silver stake to the heart." He leaned in, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous murmur. "So, maybe you're not Scooter. Maybe you're the son, or the grandson, or some freakish magical clone. But you look me in the eye and tell me you’ve +
+ "That 'Scooter' guy was a person of interest in ritualistic hits, bloody, nasty stuff. Then he vanishes, and eighty years later, a guy with his exact face is playing house with a demon in the suburbs? The math doesn't add up, and I don't believe in coincidences. I believe in things that go bump +
February 4, 2026 at 12:36 AM
+ "That 'Scooter' guy was a person of interest in ritualistic hits, bloody, nasty stuff. Then he vanishes, and eighty years later, a guy with his exact face is playing house with a demon in the suburbs? The math doesn't add up, and I don't believe in coincidences. I believe in things that go bump +
+ snapping back up to his face. "I’m a Winchester. That Bunker you’re so curious about? That’s my home. And the Men of Letters didn't just suspect people for kicks. They were librarians with guns. They kept receipts." He jabbed a finger toward the folder. +
February 4, 2026 at 12:36 AM
+ snapping back up to his face. "I’m a Winchester. That Bunker you’re so curious about? That’s my home. And the Men of Letters didn't just suspect people for kicks. They were librarians with guns. They kept receipts." He jabbed a finger toward the folder. +
+ sarcasm. "You think I haven't heard that one before? I’ve dealt with gods, chronos shifters, and enough deal making demons to know that 'proof' is just a pretty word for a well kept lie." He stepped closer, closing the distance again, his gaze dropping to the photo in the shifters hand and then +
February 4, 2026 at 12:36 AM
+ sarcasm. "You think I haven't heard that one before? I’ve dealt with gods, chronos shifters, and enough deal making demons to know that 'proof' is just a pretty word for a well kept lie." He stepped closer, closing the distance again, his gaze dropping to the photo in the shifters hand and then +
The hunter let out a snort, rolling his eyes so hard it looked like it hurt. He paced a small circle, his boots clicking heavily on the floor, before stopping to glare at the shifter again. "Oh, a father? Well, pack it up, boys, he’s got a dad. Case closed," Dean said, his voice dripping with +
February 4, 2026 at 12:36 AM
The hunter let out a snort, rolling his eyes so hard it looked like it hurt. He paced a small circle, his boots clicking heavily on the floor, before stopping to glare at the shifter again. "Oh, a father? Well, pack it up, boys, he’s got a dad. Case closed," Dean said, his voice dripping with +
+ hasn't aged a day since the big war, you’re either a lying sack of crap, or you’re a hell of a lot more than just a werewolf."
February 3, 2026 at 10:42 PM
+ hasn't aged a day since the big war, you’re either a lying sack of crap, or you’re a hell of a lot more than just a werewolf."
+ Dean snapped. He didn't wait for a response before he shoved the file directly into the shifters chest. "Scooter Polansky. 1948. Berkley. Take a good look at the 'stranger' you're so worried about," The hunter challenged, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Unless you’ve got a twin brother who +
February 3, 2026 at 10:42 PM
+ Dean snapped. He didn't wait for a response before he shoved the file directly into the shifters chest. "Scooter Polansky. 1948. Berkley. Take a good look at the 'stranger' you're so worried about," The hunter challenged, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Unless you’ve got a twin brother who +
+ and walked several paces over to where the folder had landed on the floor. When he bent down to pick it up, he deliberately turned back around and shoulder checked the shifter with a heavy thud as he passed by. "The only danger to Jude in this room is /you,/" +
February 3, 2026 at 10:42 PM
+ and walked several paces over to where the folder had landed on the floor. When he bent down to pick it up, he deliberately turned back around and shoulder checked the shifter with a heavy thud as he passed by. "The only danger to Jude in this room is /you,/" +
+ shaking out his stinging wrists. "The 'dumb act' is a bold choice, but you’re laying it on a little thick." He huffed, adjusting his jacket with a sharp, annoyed jerk. He turned his back on the werewolf, which was intended to demonstrate how little he actually feared the man, +
February 3, 2026 at 10:42 PM
+ shaking out his stinging wrists. "The 'dumb act' is a bold choice, but you’re laying it on a little thick." He huffed, adjusting his jacket with a sharp, annoyed jerk. He turned his back on the werewolf, which was intended to demonstrate how little he actually feared the man, +
The hunter didn't miss a beat. As soon as those iron grip hands let go, he didn't just step back, he shoved the shifter hard in the chest, creating the space he liked to have between himself and things that could bite. "You’re not the sharpest tool in the shed, are you, Sparky?" Dean muttered, +
February 3, 2026 at 10:42 PM
The hunter didn't miss a beat. As soon as those iron grip hands let go, he didn't just step back, he shoved the shifter hard in the chest, creating the space he liked to have between himself and things that could bite. "You’re not the sharpest tool in the shed, are you, Sparky?" Dean muttered, +
+ and a lot more like a monster I should've finished off a long time ago."
February 3, 2026 at 9:06 PM
+ and a lot more like a monster I should've finished off a long time ago."
+ He leaned in closer to, ignoring the growl vibrating in the shifters chest. "Now, are you gonna keep playing tough guy, or are you gonna tell me how a wolf stays pretty for eight decades? Because right now, you’re looking less like a victim +
February 3, 2026 at 9:06 PM
+ He leaned in closer to, ignoring the growl vibrating in the shifters chest. "Now, are you gonna keep playing tough guy, or are you gonna tell me how a wolf stays pretty for eight decades? Because right now, you’re looking less like a victim +
+ your husband is the one who has to find the 1947 mugshot," his smirk was sharp and cruel. "He thinks you’re just a guy with a furry problem. How’s he gonna feel when he finds out his husband has been lying to his face for eight years? You kill me, you kill the life you built with him." +
February 3, 2026 at 9:06 PM
+ your husband is the one who has to find the 1947 mugshot," his smirk was sharp and cruel. "He thinks you’re just a guy with a furry problem. How’s he gonna feel when he finds out his husband has been lying to his face for eight years? You kill me, you kill the life you built with him." +
+ So don't give me that 'simple werewolf' crap." He shifted his stance slightly, testing the tension in Victor’s arms. He could feel the power there, the raw, animalistic threat, but his pulse remained steady. "You want a reason? How about this: If you rip my throat out, +
February 3, 2026 at 9:06 PM
+ So don't give me that 'simple werewolf' crap." He shifted his stance slightly, testing the tension in Victor’s arms. He could feel the power there, the raw, animalistic threat, but his pulse remained steady. "You want a reason? How about this: If you rip my throat out, +
+ as he felt the heat radiating off the shifter. "You talk big for a guy who’s been playing house while hiding a seventy year old rap sheet," Dean growled, his eyes flickering toward the hallway where he’d dropped the file. "I found the photo, 'Scooter.' 1947. You haven't aged a day. +
February 3, 2026 at 9:06 PM
+ as he felt the heat radiating off the shifter. "You talk big for a guy who’s been playing house while hiding a seventy year old rap sheet," Dean growled, his eyes flickering toward the hallway where he’d dropped the file. "I found the photo, 'Scooter.' 1947. You haven't aged a day. +