"If you're using this, clearly you suck at demon summoning rituals. You should brush up on that. Leave me a message with what you need me for and I'll get back to you when it becomes priority one."



[Contact the mun here as well.]

[shrpcryinthedrk is mine to use and abuse as I choose.]

“This is wrong.”

Her hands ran over the back of her neck, then down her body as she tried to adjust to the new sensations. She could hear the small voice of the human in the back of her mind—scared, alone, and helpless. She suddenly didn’t know if she could do this, if she could just possess people. This didn’t feel right.

Alloces came up behind her. She could see him, his true face ghosting over the meat he was wearing. He used to be so beautiful, and now Hell had torn him to shreds, taking apart the angel she knew and putting the monster he’d become in his place. It didn’t scare her—she knew her face held much of the same, but it still hurt her. It hurt they way they’d been cast aside, and it hurt the way they were so far from the being that created them and came to love them. Instead they were away. Far away and she had to adjust all over again.

She wondered if this was what it was like, when an angel took a vessel. She’d never had the chance to find out.

Alloces wrapped his arms around and pulled her close against his chest. That made things—easier. The soothing touch was enough to calm some part of her. And it was—nice—being touched. That was something she’d never experienced before either. It still didn’t ease the sway in her stomach.

“I don’t know if I can do this,” she whispered, leaning back against him. He just kept her close, letting her rest against him.

“It’s better than being down there.” He closed his eyes in the mirror, avoiding looking at what, she wasn’t sure, but that’s where they stood. “That’s all that matters.

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[Sam = imnot_likeyou. Set after THIS and THIS.]

Sam Winchester had this—energy—about him. It was dark and delicious, and she could always sense him coming her way. It was always a situation to look forward to, despite the fact that he was working with Lilith, but Sam had always been very good to her, and she was always inclined to return the favor.

So long as it was for him and him alone.

Amy had her issues with Lilith. While she was glad that she had abandoned her initial idea of releasing Lucifer and starting the Apocalypse, it still didn’t quash the urgent need Amy had to squeeze her pretty blond head until it exploded. Sam, on the other hand –Sam was something she wanted to take advantage of. Sam was something she wanted to explore—in every sense of the word.

She was being hit on in the middle of a crowded club when she first sensed him, looming in the back of her mind. Licking her lips slightly, she excused herself from the person she was talking to and started to make her way out towards the back alley. He was following her, she knew that, but he waited until they were out of sight of the crowd to make his move. He was always a little rough with her, but he also knew that that was how she liked it. He grabbed her by the shoulders, spinning her around and slamming her back against the brick wall of the bar.

( *** )

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Which has been a long time coming. Amy's kinda goes quiet on me when she's not organized, and hopefully after I get her organized and up and running again, she'll start to perk up more. Hopefully. She's not in any prompt comms at the moment, and I plan on keeping her that way until I get her chatty again.

( For Possible Length. She doesn't have that many, but it's common courtesy. )

That is all.

I don’t have bad sex.

I know that probably sounds incredibly arrogant and self-centered, but really. I don’t have bad sex. Maybe some awkward sex, but it’s never—horrible. I actually don’t believe in bad sex. I’m really curious as to what the definition for bad sex is. Lack of orgasm? Is that the generally accepted ideology?

Whatever.

Anyway, in my expansive—and I do mean expansive sexual experience, I’ve found that people have sex for different reasons and are satisfied in different ways. Some do it for intimacy, some do it for pleasure, some do it for the control—et cetera. I’ve found that once a person figures out what they want out of a sexual encounter, they’ll do what they have to do to make sure they get that. Therefore, without a unified reason of why someone looks for sex, you can’t really have a single definition for bad sex, and without a single definition, it leaves the term to be quite subjective, don’t you think?

Therefore? Never had bad sex. And that’s that.

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[Dean = jstliketherifle, Uriel = a_specialist, Ruby = ilove_atallman, Castiel is an NPC. Follows THIS and THIS.]

They should have figured that she would have wound up there eventually. In fact, she was surprised that they hadn’t latched on to her sooner, and she managed to make it through the hospital doors without a very angry angel looking to smite her. In fact, the Angry Angry Angels didn’t come until she’d reached Dean’s floor. Both of them, Castiel and Uriel, stared at her as though they were trying to evaluate why she was there and what she wanted from Dean. She just raised an eyebrow back at them, before crossing her arms in front of her chest.

“Now, really. Don’t tell me you’re surprised.”

Castiel’s face was impassive, unyielding. She couldn’t get a read on what he was thinking either way, but she knew exactly what was going through Uriel’s mind. She could see the unbridled hate. It was amusing, almost, how easily she riled him up, but that wasn’t a matter for today’s discussion.

“What do you want, Avnas?” Castiel asked, still meeting her with that stare as her hands landed on her hips.

“I’m here to help,” she said with a bit of a smirk. “I heard you were hiring out to demons, and thought I’d take a swing at it.” She moved forwards slightly, her heels clicking against the ground as she walked, before she took Castiel’s tie in her hands and started to play with it. “I’ll have you know I interview very well.”

( *** )

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Amy arrived back from Belize about a day after leaving Sam. Given Beth didn't know about her -- demonic tendencies -- she had to at least keep up appearances. As she made her way through the door, she closed it gently behind her, listening for the sound of someone moving in the apartment.

"Beth, honey? I'm here."

She felt that things with Sam had gone well rather well. They had gotten off to a somewhat shaky start, but in the end, she felt that things had worked themselves out to end on an up note. Now there was just the problem of dealing with the mother of AntiChrist Junior. Amy had a feeling that this wouldn't go quite as smoothly as things had gone with Sam, but she also figured that things could only go up from there.

She didn't generally visit Belize as a rule -- it didn't really suit her tastes -- but she was making an exception this time. She had a person to see, and the sooner she could see him the better. Apparently, sometimes it didn't work to send a human to do a demon's job, but that was a matter for another time. Dean had tried to help fix things between Beth and Sam and he failed. It wasn't any fault of his own -- he just didn't say what Sam needed to hear.

Which is why a demon needed to do the job.

Not that she was about to out herself as a demon -- that certainly wouldn't end well. However, there was always a chance that she could say something to Sam that would click in a way that others words hadn't, and that was always a chance worth taking.

She pushed herself a little higher up on the stool, hiking up her skirt a bit over her legs. She was looking to attract attention in the best way she knew how, and it was probably only a matter of time before Sam Winchester would swing her way. All she would have to do until then? Was wait.

[Cowritten with failuretotrust.]

Not long after Sam told her he was being sent on a mission, Beth's job ended. It had wrapped up a lot easier than it was supposed to. She really wasn't in the mood to go home and be alone again, and she declined Max's invitation to stay with him. Instead she called Amy. She hadn't seen Amy in a long time and she missed her. All it took was a phone call and Amy was setting herself up at a hotel just a town away.

Beth let herself relax on the train ride over. She always loved Italy. Before too long she was making her way up to Amy's door at the rustic hotel and knocking on the door.

Amy opened the door with a wide smile, pulling it back and to let her in. "Hey honey, how's it going?" Beth sighed and stood there for a moment, before stepping forward and wrapping her arms around the woman's neck. She really didn't have a lot to say about everything. Though Amy might notice the ring on her finger. Amy pulled her in close, rubbing her back lightly and choosing to ignore the ring for the time being.

( *** )

Amy made sure she had a hotel room and some privacy before calling Beth, wanting to make sure that she was settled in and they weren't going to be disturbed before she got here. She knew the girl had to be going through some kind of shock with all that had just happened, and she didn't want any unwanted visitors to add more to that mix. There was only so much you could do in situations like this, but she was to be here for comfort, not business, therefore she certainly didn't want business getting in the way.

Placing the phone back down on the hook, she made her way through the living room area of the suite, before sitting herself down on the couch and crossing her legs in front of her. It was always a dangerous business when angels became involved, and that was especially true when they started pulling souls from Hell. Amy had never heard of anything like this before -- aside from the rise of Lazarus, back in the time of Christ, but that had been simpler than this. Heaven and Hell hadn't been welcoming either way at that point, so Lazarus was just -- in limbo, lurking between world to wait for the Messiah to welcome them home. Dean's soul here had a place and Castiel had trifled with it.

She would have to have words with him later, but now wasn't the time to worry about things like that. Right now, she wasn't here as a demon, or even as a Fallen. She was here as a friend, and that was what she intended to remain until Beth left her company and went back to Sam. Then she would attend to the Dean situation. However, some things were more important than the end of the world.

[Cowritten with failuretotrust. Set in the future!future!crack.]

Amy was reclining poolside in Maui, waiting for Brenda to join her by the pool. Personally, she'd rather start somewhere a little more private, but there was no saying that they couldn't move things to a more private location at a later date. Adjusting the sunglasses on her face, she reached for her drink again, leaning back against the chair and tilting her head back against the sun. It had been a long time since she had heard from Brenda, who had taken the married with children route, much to her chagrin, but hearing that she wanted to see her was exciting. She was ready to spend some quality time with one of her favorite girls, and she was starting the celebration now.

99 arrived via taxi and made her way around to the pool, crossing the deck with a smile when she saw Amy. Obviously, having a baby had changed her body, but not in a bad way - so she always thought. She wore a new red two piece with a white cover-up over it. She had had to change at the airport when she arrived, the weather was just too beautiful compared to dark, cold New York. As she got closer, she smiled and tilted her head, her sunglasses over her eyes. "Hey stranger."

"Hey yourself, honey," Amy said with a grin, pushing her sunglasses up. "Long time, no see."

She dropped into the chair beside Amy and stretched out slowly with a pleased sigh. "I know. Work and motherhood keep me busy. Not to mention the whole...idiotic husband thing."

"Well, he's very pretty for an idiot, so I can't really blame you." Amy paused for a minute, putting the sunglasses back on her eyes as she leaned back into the sun. "What'd he do now?"

"Oh, just.." she relaxed her arms above her head on the lounge chair and closed her eyes. "His long-lost grown son popped up."

Amy raised an eyebrow, before tilting her head to the side slightly. "Well, honey, I hate to tell you -- but you did marry Dean Winchester. That's a liability when you're with someone that -- friendly?" Well, friendly was one word for it.

She smirked and tilted her head back to Amy. "You can say it. My husband was a manwhore." She gave Amy a grin. "But I tamed him."

"And made many women in the world both cry and envy you, all at the same time."

"Hmm, it wasn't my original goal." Her hand reached out and she slid a finger against Amy's arm softly. "Too bad he has to share me on occasion."

( *** )

[Follows THIS.]

Amy huffed her way back into the penthouse, a slightly sour look on her face. Sam Winchester really had a way of killing a mood. She had walked out of there happy -- bored, but still happy -- upon returning, however she was moody and still bored. Not fun.

She kicked off her sandals and slowly made her way through the lavish hotel room, making her way back towards the master bedroom, where she was sleeping. She spotted the sleeping form her in her bed and her mood picked up slightly. At least there was one thing today that wasn't going to make her more moody.

"Right where I left you," she said with a slightly happy sigh, before making her way back over to the bed and collapsing down next to him, curling up closer and resting her head against his back. She was slightly sandy, but at the moment, she didn't care -- they could always change the sheets later.

RP for sexyminion.

Losing your grace: not the same.

[Spoilers for SPN in comments.]

I usually try not to double post in sixwordstories and just_sayit, but -- she's insistent and I'm her bitch.