do not assume that i am a child because i wear flower wreaths in my hair. in the wintertime, their petals shrivel to reveal the obsidian bones of a crown underneath.
❛ could you stop being so dramatic for one second? i’m working a case. things got messy — obviously. i just need to use your shower and a first aid kit. ❜
❛i’m not being dramatic !— can’t you just promise me you’ll be a little more careful next time ? ?❜
When he opened the motel door, he hadn’t exactly been expecting what he saw. Of course, in that moment of confusion, all he could offer her was a simple, “ Can I help you? ” at which time he learned her name. And, for some reason, it was familiar. Holt. Why did he know that name? He’d bet a fair amount of money that he’s known someone named Holt, but, for the love of all that’s good, he can’t remember who.
His eyes move from her to glance around her, down the line of motel room doors and through the parking lot. Then he gestures for her to come inside. She looked young and a little scared, maybe. He certainly couldn’t fight his need to help her.
As soon as Dean’s gotten the door closed behind her, he turns. The confusion still hasn’t left his features, but he’s determined to get answers.
“ – You said Holt.
Why do I know that name? ”
when the voices started , when the disappearance occurred , all she could think about was a tale / a memory / her mother would recant to her when she was younger — about two brothers who saved them from an unimaginable fate . which , in turn , inspired her search for them . would it be so awful to ask for their help once more ?
it took longer than she thought to obtain their location , too many minds to scour through ; she hated herself for having to do it , to intrude , to twist & manipulate , but desperate times call for desperate measures .
relief managed to re - wire her worry for a short time upon seeing the eldest winchester , quickly entering his temporary quarters as swiftly instructed .❛you helped my mom & me a long time ago , from a . . . from a demon with yellow eyes——? ? ❜ (but i think something went wrong.) she thought to herself .
rosie shouldn’t even remember those eyes , she shouldn’t even be in this situation — she just held hope that he could help her somehow / to put an end to this madness .
There is a LIGHT furrow of his brow, as his head dips to the others sass, upper lip twitching slightly before curling into a neat smirk that sat proudly upon his bearded face; a soft chuckle escapes as he shifts his forms weight from one leg to the other, an unnecessary motion; but he was a creature of habit.
❛ curtsy; grovel; beg; whatever you fancy . ❜
❛at least you’re giving me options .❜not that she’d humor him with either one of them , even though the overbold being within her wanted to curtsy in mockery — but never grovel , never beg / not if she could help it .❛none of them really stand out to me at the moment though .❜
’ would you believe me if i said i’m only looking for a playmate? ’ words are followed by a sickly sweet smile, one that would make even a grown man cower in fear. of course she shouldn’t believe her! her reasons to be here in front of the girl aren’t so innocent. lilith’s curious; curious about her powers - curious about what she could to get her to use them, what buttons she should push.
nothing about the woman screamed pure intent , she oozed ulterior motives & gave off a virulent vibe , such a thing could render a person unconscious. rosie attempted to retreat in a slow & subtle manner ,distracting the being with words .❛even if that were true, you wouldn’t find it here.❜all she had to do to find the truth was stroll through that undoubtedly dark mind / but would she come out of it unchanged? a risk she was not willing to take .
❛king of hell . . . do i curtsy ?❜perhaps she shouldn’t be so quick to throw him a smart remark , but oftentimes her filter crashes & her tongue makes a mockery of her polite demeanour .
