Writing on the Wall (Sam)

[jess]

Time was running out.

After the 'conversation' with Damon, Katherine had precious little time to actually get everything in order before letting Klaus play with her till she broke. And if anything, the chatting with her childe and ex-lover left Katherine feeling horrific about herself. It didn't matter how the conversation ended, he still had the grace and decency to treat her like something he stepped in, and the tears that had threatened a brief appearance at the Salvatore House were streaming freely down her cheeks now. Her eyeliner smeared slightly, artfully as opposed to raccoon-ish. It had taken centuries to perfect the art of looking beautiful while crying; while it came natural to some, it required a sort of self-awareness that had become second nature for the vampire who needed it as a way to gain trust and feed.

But today, the tears were genuine, shoulders shaking softly as her arms wrapped firmly around her mid-section. The text she sent Sam was vague at best, and clearly upset. Standing looking out over the Falls, all she could do was let her thoughts fly by in a panicked tumultuous cacophony of pain and fear. She had to tell him, Elena was right One Hundred Percent. But how? And what would he do? She was this horrific and awful person, a fact Damon drove home with each and every nastily spat word. And she was honestly beginning to believe him. The urge to take her bracelet off and simply burn away welled within her, the pain finally going away in a blaze of warm certainty. Her fingers teased at her bracelet, slipping it down off her wrist to trail along the back of her hand. It would be so easy, who would even mourn her? Suicide wasn't as scary the second time.

But as soon as the selfish thought washed over her mind, Katherine cursed in Bulgarian. She was better than this, stronger than this. And she could not, would not leave Elena. Her precious little descendant needed her, loved her. Only a terrible person would take that for granted. He needed to know about her and she needed his help. Desperately. Pushing her bracelet back up where it belonged, Katherine did all she could.

She waited.




::stop:: Leaving a spot open in the order for Cas later!
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::you're it:: Sam
::the credit:: Jess

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[samwinchester]

The text message that he had gotten from Katherine seemed important. He had sent a reply, and the message he got back made him want to hurry even more. He didn't ask whether or not he should bring Dean. Dean had gone off some place. Sam was honestly starting to get worried about Dean's detachment from him. Their relationship lately was in a place that he was not sure about. There were times when things seemed fine, and they were getting along great. Then, Sam blinked, and Dean was dismissive or acting distant.

He wondered if it had anything to do with Lisa, and the yo-yoing that she had done in his life recently. Whether he liked her or he hated her, Sam had to admit that the woman was putting Dean through an emotional upheaval. That was certain to put Dean off a little. Not to mention that Sam could tell that Dean wanted to talk to him about something, but he didn't know how to ask or what to ask.

While he admitted he had been thinking on these things, the forefront of his mind was focused on getting to Mystic Falls, and getting to Katherine. She had asked him to hurry, and hurry he did. The past few weeks had been filled with text message correspondence, and the occasional phone call that last more than just a few minutes. He really liked her, and now she was asking for help with something. He had a gut feeling that it was something that was more important than “will you help me with my dry cleaning.”

The sun was a bright reflection off the Falls even as he approached them. He had needed to take a bus here, but luckily it was a popular enough tourist attraction and it was the right time of the day that the bus ran frequently. It took some time of wandering, but he was able to pick her out of the crowd. How couldn't he? She stood out, in the best way! Her hair trailed behind her in beautiful waves. She looked good in red, too, and the leather pants were certainly a nice touch.

But she was upset.. He needed to get his head out of his ass and notice that, rather than notice her body and physical attributes. He walked up to her from behind, definitely glad that he made the decision to come out here and see her. Whatever it was, this was serious.

"Katheirne. I got your message. Is everything all right?"

Tag: Katherine, and later Cas Count: 424 Notes: I'm here for you.
Credit: Jax

[jess]

As soon as Katherine heard his voice, she whimpered softly to look over her shoulder. The look of absolute relief washed over her features as she gazed at her salvation. He was here. He was here for her. The new tears that crested over her cheeks were from relief as well as the turmoil of the last half hour. "Sam…" Immediately, Katherine spun about on her heel before running into his arms and throwing her arms around his neck. She didn't understand why it was all upsetting her so much. But between Damon, Klaus, and the strange back and forth with Kol had left her nerves chewed raw.

Burrowing her cool nose into his neck, hands latched behind his neck and wove into his hair. The scent of his skin and shampoo sent the hairs on the back of her own neck to rise, and she nuzzled closer against soft flannel and warm flesh. Shivering slightly Katherine just held on to him for a few minutes, her own shoulders shaking with all of the nonsense of the past few weeks. Taking a few moments to enjoy his arms, Katherine pulled back enough to look at him, though she kept her hands clasped around him. She wanted to enjoy the last time she would be able to be this close to him, after everything she needed to say he was going to leave. After all, how on Earth would a Hunter ever trust a Vampire, let alone one who had been lying to him about what she was?

Sniffling softly, Katherine took a few steadying and unnecessary breaths before looking down and moving to pull away. "There's something I need to tell you, and ask you. But I don't know where to even start… I just… Oh god, Sam everything's just gone to hell and I don't know what to do." She had never let herself be this weak in front of anyone before, and it was all she could to keep talking. This was probably a mistake, but it wasn't as though she had any other option.

Katerina Petrova was on her own… and she didn't want to be anymore.




::stop:: Knew you would be.
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::listen:: Family Guy
::you're it:: Sam (Cas eventually)
::the credit:: Jess

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[samwinchester]

Sam had been prepared to find Katherine troubled, but he was caught off guard when she turned around and threw her arms around him. She had been crying, that was clear, but it had done nothing to upset her beauty. It was an odd thing to be thinking at in a moment like this one, but he didn't know what else to think as she grip onto him, and nuzzled into his shirt.

His arms closed around her, and he held her. He couldn't do anything else, and frankly, only a complete jerk would have done anything else. This was more than “I misplaced my grandmother's antique wedding ring” kind of troubles. This was something serious. This was something that, if it wasn't a matter of life and death, it was certainly something very close, something that was almost here, and she was feeling the pressure.

He waited until she was ready. His chin rested against her head, his nose nuzzling into her hair. Again, he found himself thinking, probably inappropriately, about just how good she smelled. Under the scent of her shampoo, there was something relaxing. Appealing. His body mellowed, not even knowing that he was feeling so much tension. How long had he been holding onto that? He didn't realize that, while she was clinging onto him, he actually really needed the hug.

He let her be the one to pull away, even though it was reluctant. She told him that there was something that she needed to tell him, and that it involved some sort of trouble that he was finding himself in.

He tried to guess what it could be. Maybe something to do with her ex-boyfriend? Was he the violent type and now he was threatening her? Was this something financial, the kind of money issues that might have a loan shark or a violent bookie barreling down on her head? Maybe she was involved in some crime related trouble. Was she involved with a street gang? She didn't see the type. The mafia? Closer, but only because she didn't seem the ganger type. Yakuza? All right, Sam, now you are just being ridiculous...

"Katherine. It's all right. Let's find some place to relax for a moment, all right? Whatever it is, it can't be too bad." He led her over to a nearby bench. It was usually a place reserved for tourists, families with their children, or lovers who wanted to pause at the Falls. It was an intimate place to sit, but it would let her rest her feet, and let them talk a bit more privately. He took her by the hand, and focused all of his attention on her. "Now, tell me what is going on."

Tag: Katherine and (eventually) Castiel Count: 456 Notes: Here for ya! Just lay it on me!
Credit: Jax

[jess]

When Sam nuzzled down into her hair, Katherine felt the door slam shut on her future. Her already frazzled nerves quieted with inevitability and the vampire pulled herself together at the touch of warm, sweet-smelling skin against the tip of her nose. Nodding slightly, Katherine cursed herself at being such an overemotional twit lately; the certainty of torture had her wound beyond tight, and what she had hoped would come of seeing Damon turned into well… their usual complications. It wasn't as though she hadn't danced this dance before; but not only was her card full, Katherine was damned sick of the spins.

By the time she sat on the bench, her features were schooled, save far away eyes. Her cool hand in his warm one felt comforting, and a pain shot through her chest dipped in longing. This was a long time coming, and playing pretend had been fun for awhile. But it was time to face the music. While her eyes locked out on a point far off, her gaze unfocused completely. It wasn't so much the scenery stole her attention as the passing of history. The fact that she had come here, of all places, proved how much she was not okay. "It's a long story. And I can almost guarantee you'll probably hate me at the end of it. Just, hear me out completely, okay?."

Taking another unnecessary deep breath, she pushed forward, trying exceptionally hard to not do what she always did, picking and choosing what was important to mention. He deserved honesty, even if it meant saying goodbye. Guilt had her looking down at their clasped hands, noticing how well they fit together, her small fingers barely able to spread across the span of his. "I… know. About you and Dean. I know you're Hunters. I've known since, well… since before I ran into you. I'd heard rumors about you two and I wanted to meet you, so I made sure to be where I knew you'd end up. But once we actually started talking, I couldn't get over how amazing you two were. I never lied… I couldn't even if I wanted to. The idea of lying to you seemed so… anathema. I loved flirting with you, that was never a lie, But I let you believe something I shouldn't have. I… let you think I was something I'm not. And the worst part about all this is that I need your help. I understand if you don't want to help me after you find out… but I don't know who else to turn to."

Turning on the bench to face him, her right leg folded up beneath her to bracket her weight. Idly, she placed her hand atop their clasped ones and searched for how to explain all five hundred plus years of Petrova nonsense. "My ancestor was a woman named Tatia Petrova. And the only reason why I've been dragged into any of this is because I look just like her. I am, I was something called a Petrova Doppelgänger. While I go by Katherine Pierce now, I was born Katerina Petrova, in rural Bulgaria. I loved my parents and my home, despite being an incredibly poor family. But no one saw that part when they looked at me; people saw well, as egotistical as this sounds it's true, People saw me. Like Tatia, I draw people to me; just by being me. And when I was 15… well, I drew trouble in the form of a local boy." She took a breath to settle her nerves before pushing forward once more. It was the longest she had spoken of her history in some time, remembering her little heart to heart with Elena drew a wry smile from her. But her story had so much more to go…

"I got pregnant. Out of wedlock. My father disowned me and took my daughter from me as soon as she was born. I… I never got to hold her. Or even really see her face. But, umm… I was banished. To England, where I changed my name. I had to become something else, someone else to get away from the pain back home. And that's when they found me. The Mikaelsons. A family of sadistic and at their core very wicked people. Some of them aren't always sociopathic, like Elijah for instance, but when he saw me he decided to give me to his older brother Klaus as a present. Because I looked like Tatia I was given to the most sadistic of all of them that at the time looked like something innocent if bizarre. But Klaus didn't want me for courting. See, him and his siblings are called The Originals. Original Vampires. But Klaus is something entirely different… I'll get to that…" Another needless breath, as her eyes flittered over to the right to watch the sun dappled leaves dance in the trees. Soon dusk would come, soon all of the planning would have to be put to the test. The fact that she waited this long to explain herself to him was beyond cowardice, but for the life of her, Katherine just didn't want to ruin what they had. Even if it was only in her mind.

"Anyway, they believed that because I was Tatia's Doppelgänger, they could bleed me dry in this dark ritual. So, I ran. And because I ran, Klaus butchered my family. All but my daughter, he… didn't know about her. I had help, from Trevor. Another Vampire; like Rose, though she didn't want to face Klaus' wrath when it came to hiding me. Not the kind of vampires I think you're familiar with, though. At the cabin I tried slicing my wrists to the bone; would have succeeded if Rose didn't give me her blood to heal me up. I wanted to get away so badly, I didn't want to be used like that, murdered like that. So, I hung myself. I… died. And then I woke up." Her mouth dried as she made up her mind to keep pushing forward. She had to, she just needed to find to strength to keep going. It was a leap of faith, one she was certain ended in some serious heartache and pain, but for once, Katherine was sick of the lies. Tired of the damned Game.

"I Turned. Made my choice and in my hunger and desperation I let myself become a Vampire. And I've spent the last 500 years running from Klaus. He's, a Hybrid. A werewolf and vampire hybrid who doesn't just want me for the ritual anymore. See, by becoming a vampire I made myself inert as the Doppelgänger, and it should have ended there. But my daughter survived. And through the years her bloodline survived all the way to here. To Mystic Falls. So much more happened to me over the next few umm… hundred years… I came here during the Civil War. Met a pair of brothers named Damon and Stefan Salvatore. Fell deliriously in love with the both of them. Their father was a hunter, like you. When he found out I was with both of his boys, sharing blood with them; he poisoned Stefan and tried to kill me and the others in town. They ended up escaping death by being locked underground behind a seal. I was saved… But their father, when he saw that his boys were coming to save me killed them both. And my blood in them brought them back." Thinking about the past, thinking about her boys brought a small but bittersweet smile to her lips. If she could only go back, back to that moment as they lay on the ground, cold. Or before then, even. If she could have just loved Damon and Damon alone, he never would have ended up such a callous mockery of the gentle soldier boy he once was. But if she never slept with Stefan, never gave him her blood than Elena would be alone. They wouldn't have had a chance to actually be happy. If anyone wanted to argue Katherine's motives, the fact that she wanted Stefan to be happy above all else should prove just how much she loved him. And the fact that she hadn't beaten the ever-loving hell out of Damon despite his moods should show the same.

"More years passed, until one day my daughter's blood bore another Doppelgänger. Elena Gilbert. My descendent. She, looks just like me. And the Salvatores after a lot of pain are in love with her now. She's dating Stefan… but Damon's head over heels for her too. And like every other time, Klaus and his family found them. Found us. He turned Stefan into a monster using compulsion. Umm… a type of Thralling? And we need to get him back. But to do that, they needed a distraction. Which… is me. I'm letting Klaus kidnap me tonight so they can get Stefan out. He's not going to kill me yet, he promised twice as long as I ran of torture before them; which roughs out to a little over a millennia. But I'm terrified. I know what I'm in for and I'm okay with it… but Damon was supposed to help get me out and him and I aren't… friends… anymore. So that's it. I'm a 536 year old vampire, who's about to be tortured by an ancient monster who's been hunting me for centuries. I… I'm sorry to lay all of this on you and I understand if you want to go, or hell, take a swing at me. But you mean so much more to me than I thought was possible and I couldn't hide this from you anymore. I'm so sorry Sam…"

Despite how much it hurt, Katherine gave Sam's hand a soft squeeze before moving to pull away...





::stop:: EXPLAINER POST! Sorry so long, hon! Bracing for the crabby.
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::the credit:: Jess

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[samwinchester]

Sam settled down onto the bench, keeping as open a mind as possible on what Katherine might say next. There was a number of things that could be going on with her, but Sam didn't want to jump right to any conclusions. He was already being completely speculative in his mind about the oodles of possibilities, and if he tried to plan for any of it too early, then he would not be prepared for the truth.

And he was right. He really wasn't prepared for it.

If he had to sum it up, he couldn't have done it any better than how she did it herself. “I'm a 536 year old vampire, who's about to be tortured by an ancient monster who's been hunting me for centuries.” Well, that was easy to wrap his head around. It was odd to say that. The simplicity of his level of understanding took even him by surprise, but it was true. If he took a look at his life, he would say that to explain it would sound just as implausible. He was the True Vessel for Lucifer, who was placed on that road of destiny when a yellow-eyed demon drowned him in demon blood, giving him super powers that he used to fight evil, but in the end corrupted him. He had died twice, been soulless, possessed, and had killed in cold blood.

And that thought is when it happened. Who was he to judge anyone? He had always had a more balanced approach to things than his brother did. Dean lived in a world of black and whites. If it was a demon, it died, if it was a monster, then it suffered. Dean's refusal to look at Sam like the monster that he was was something that Sam would never understand. By Dean's own rules, he should have put a bullet between Sam's eyes a long ago. Sam, on the other hand, approached the world as a series of grays. Sometimes, we all do horrible things. Most of the time, it was survival. He met another vampire in the past, a nice woman by the name of Lenore. It did not take much for Sam to believe her, despite everything that their dad told them about vampires, and their evil.

And she was just one “creature” that they had come across that had not given into their “evil.” So who was to say that Lenore had been such a rare exception? Besides, with all these new types of vampires coming out of the wood works, Sam was more inclined to believe that they were not all bad guys. To believe that they were beyond redemption was to believe that he was beyond it himself.

Then, there were Sam's own feelings to take into account. To say that he felt nothing for her would be a lie. If anything, the flirting that had started in the bar and had continued through all of the text messages (and that one late night phone call) was making him feel for her fast. He was frightened for a moment that it was some sort of manipulation, but he knew that was just the pain that he felt from what Ruby did to him. If he believed that every woman who flirted with him had some sort of deep seeded ulterior motive, then he was never going to get anywhere in life.

He needed to take a chance on her. So here goes.

As Katherine went to pull her hand away, he made quick work to grab it again. He moved it back to its place close to him, putting it down on his lap. It was so hard to believe that she was a vampire. The sun warmed her, but now that they were resting, he could feel the touch of chill in her. (That was something he would have to ask about, but he doubted it was something really all that complicated.)

"I'm not gonna lie, Kat. This shit sounds pretty complicated. And I have so many questions. But I want to start this off by letting you know... I am on your side. All right?" He tried for a smile, and worried that it was going to come off unreal. Really, he didn't want it coming off as perky, like he was happy for her suffering. He wanted it to be open, and affirming, and like she was not alone. Because really, she wasn't.

Tag: Katherine Count: 754 Notes: Thanks for waiting, cutie.
Credit: Jax

[jess]

It was the pregnant pause between the pair of them that had Katherine's already frayed nerves set to explode. After the violent emotional turmoil of the last few hours thanks to Damon, Katherine had absolutely no idea what to even expect. After all, in the great scheme of things, she had been violently wrenched from any semblance of a dreamlike comfort thanks to her progeny. She knew logically that her and Stefan were singularly the worst things to happen to each other despite how they oddly brought out the best in each other. And Damon, the brother who was supposed to love her, had not only ripped out her heart but spit in her face and wished her death on swift wings. The emotional scars ripped open wide from that little escapade still shone in her eyes and rang in her head as Katherine did all that she really could do. Wait. And brace for more agonizing heartbreak.

And before she could complete the movement, Sam caught her hand. The overwhelming sense of relief flooded her senses and stung her eyes as Katherine nigh choked on the crest of emotion as he placed her hand into his lap. It was Touch. It was Trust. It was Everything. And when he called her Kat, the second person to call her that recently; it was all she could do to not collapse as she let out a half-gasped sob chased by a laugh. The tears threatening her vision turned the sunlight dappled park into a bokeh wash of greens and golds. The fact that her tears had become a regular occurrence lately was something she'd have to chastise herself later on, right now she was simply too damned happy to notice. Blinking back the sheen, Katherine looked back at him to give a watery smile against the curtain of her wavy hair. "That's honestly more than I've had in a long time…" She murmured softly, catching her lip between her teeth to worry the lacquered flesh. It was a nervous tick, one she should have gotten over a long time ago but the brunet beside her had Katerina falling into bad habits. Tucking her hair behind her ear and leaving the other side to curtain her off from the world and bracketed visually towards him, Katherine took a needless breath and desperately tried not to think about the incredibly and deliciously muscled thigh beneath her hand. And failing miserably over it…

"Ask me anything." I couldn't lie to you if i tried.





::stop:: Thanks for waiting, love. <3
::look:: Outfit
::listen:: Air conditioner.
::you're it:: Sam
::the credit:: Jess

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[samwinchester]

Between the two of them, Sam felt that rise in his chest that felt knew the moment the first met. This time it was different, though. This time, it came from more than just lust and interest. It was contrary, but not wrong, not worse. While the energy between them might have been painted in velvet reds, and royal purples before, the warmth he felt in his chest could now how the gentler hues of golds and blues. It was a stirring... That was the best word he had for it. Something changing and involving, and it was not a small “something.”

The tangible look of relief on her face was almost heartbreaking. Sam could tell just from that alone that she had expected this to go very differently. She had been ready to accept it if he had decided to just walk away from her. She may have even allowed herself to stay in harm's way if he had gotten violent with her, a hunter taking a stand against a vampire. There was an element of hopelessness in the moments before he had accentuated his support for her, a calm acceptance mixed with flares if resignation.

What if he had told her to screw off? What if he was not willing to believe her at her word? Did she choose this place because it was the Falls, a perfect place to take the proverbial (or literal) swan dive into the sun should all promise be gone. Sam didn't want to believe that he had been so intrinsic in the life and stability of another person and their mental state, but with the look that he saw... Maybe he had been her last hope?

His heart couldn't handle that. He had a hard time believing that everyone had turned their backs on her. Even when he had been at his absolute worst, soulless, willing to sacrifice children just to get ahead, he had people that never gave up on him. Dean. Bobby. In his own way, Castiel, though their relationship had always been lacking. He was not deluding himself. There was a good chance that Katherine had done horrible things in her past. She was a vampire, and vampires, at some point in their lives, killed, either by accident or design.

To believe that Katherine was beyond redemption was to believe that he was as well...

"You know what? No. It's all right. You don't need to explain anything to me. We'll have plenty of time for that later, right?" He smiled at her, hoping that it was reassuring. She was scared, scared that she was going to be taken away and hurt, possibly killed. He could not accept that as a possibility. They had just gotten to know each other... There were so many more conversations that he needed to have with her. What was her favorite move? Where did she like to go on vacation? What were the 60s like? So many questions unanswered, and though they seemed trivial, Sam was looking forward to learning the answer to all of them and even more. There was so much more to find out about her...

"Just tell me what you need me to do."

Tag: Katherine Count: 536 Notes: Keeping the hope!
Credit: Jax

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[jess]

When Sam looked at her for a handful of moments with such intensity Katherine didn't know what to do. She felt raw, vulnerable, in a way naked before his gaze. She had stripped herself bare before him, emotionally, by telling him her whole story; even more when she allowed herself to show such relief when he wouldn't leave. It was new and terrifying and oddly exhilarating. So when he spoke, saying how she didn't need to explain herself, Katherine wanted to jump for joy. The entirety of her relationship with the Salvatores involved her explaining herself and defending her motives. This acceptance was absolutely perfection. And his smile, that bright and comforting smile had her toes curling and her own to bloom beside his. Katherine did not even notice that her hands were trembling until that very moment, the elegant pianist fingers chilled to the bone and shaking with the tumultuous current of her present overstimulation of her emotional baggage.

Just tell me what you need me to do.

Blinking, Katherine felt every ounce of leftover tension drain out of her body. The hard part was already over, she hadn't even expected to get this far. Sitting up a little, she furrowed her brow before pressing on as best she could. "Well, I'm most likely going to be drained and definitely will be tortured. So I'll need blood. Bagged. I don't even care if it's cold. But I'll need a lot. Think of it as me needing a full transfusion, just… not with a needle. Even if I'm unconscious, if I'm that low you'll need to have my teeth occupied." She looked away, shocked at the momentary shame she felt at what she might be capable of. Katherine loved being a vampire, though it did require some serious soul searching a long time ago for her to get past those particular feelings of self-hatred. For her to have them resurface now was bizarre, and another thing she was going to have to consider later on when she was alone and getting ready for her date with destiny.

"If I get out of hand, you'll need to break my neck. It won't kill me, but it'll put me out for awhile. Then chains. Big chains. It's a little overkill but I want to cover all the bases just in case. And you need vervain. Either drink it or carry it on you, but it will keep you from being compelled." Her thoughts were racing, and mind to match. She had so much to tell him but it was impossible to get it all out at once. "Wood hurts us, bad. Sun without my bracelet will too. And I'm not going to let Klaus get ahold of my lapis so I won't have it. Which means any exposure to the sun and I go up like tinder. Fire's bad. So's decapitation and heart removal. As well as magic and werewolf bites… but I don't think I need to worry about that, or do I? And we need invitations in, so keep that in mind too." It felt weird to just list out everything that could do her in but she needed full disclosure with him, it could only help her in the end.

"This means… everything. Damon told me today I should do us all a favor and just let Klaus kill me. To know you care… I can't even explain…" Looking up at him, Katherine found her thoughts grind to a halt as she lost herself in his hazel eyes. They were so open, so comforting and beautiful. Blues and greens blending with seamless gold. She felt as much as knew that should she want to, his mind could be hers. But as soon as the thought flittered by she shoved it from her mind. Sam deserved better than that, better than her if she was to be honest. Looking down and away, Katherine focused on the patch of dead grass by her heel. And the bright glint of copper caught her attention. The back of a penny winked up at her, daring her to take the symbol of absolute awful luck if she wasn't too careful. Leaning down, the superstitious girl in her flipped the coin before leaving it alone. It was busy work, something to keep her mind off the conversation. Didn't mean she had to admit that part aloud...





::stop:: Whoo! On a roll today!
::look:: Outfit
::listen:: Air conditioner.
::you're it:: Sam
::the credit:: Jess

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[samwinchester]

Sam was happy to see the smile blossom across Katherine's lips, knowing that something he had said or done had hit home. Keeping her hand in his, realizing just how large it was in comparison, he could feel her trembling despite the smile shared between the two of them. It was a cold glass of water on a warm chest, not quenching something so good, but reminding Sam the reason why she had asked him to be here for her. It was a purpose that became all the more clear the longer she spoke.

At length, he knew what she was doing... She was telling him exactly how to kill her. It was not coming from the place of a death wish. It was more coming from a place of knowledge, her wishing to be informative and tell him what he might need to do. She was trying to make him understand that he might have to do something that to others might seem horrible. Break her neck. Give the vampire blood. Depower her. Defeat her. She was not asking him to kill her, but with the knowledge that he now had in his back pocket, he could, if he really wanted to.

The level of trust in that was almost overwhelming, especially when she was tell him about things that he otherwise would not have heard about before. Vervain? And apparently sunlight actually killed her, unlike the other vampires he had met, where it just caused a nasty sunburn. She had explained about her lapis, which was something else that he was being introduced to. Then there was the compulsion she mentioned... Apparently this Klaus had the power to hypnotize, like some of the older folklore about vampires suggested. Fire. Decap. Cut out the heart...

His hunter mind filed all the information away for a useful date, already coming up with a multitude of methods and plans that he could formulate around these weaknesses. The man, though, the guy who really liked Katherine regretted having the knowledge to kill her, and didn't like the idea that he might have to use some of that information against her. He needed to distract himself from those thoughts. More info... Drown them in cognition.

"I noticed that you didn't mention many of his weaknesses. Are you trying to tell me that facing him head on is not an option? Even things like fire? Or werewolf weaknesses since he is one of these hybrids? " He kneaded her hand a little, against the shivers, reaching out to the touch of her.

Their eyes locked, and Sam could feel that heaviness in his heart again. It wasn't a negative feeling. More the feeling in the chest when a person means just that much. He didn't know how it happened, but Katherine was in there, and he wanted the opportunity to be in her's. He would never admit it out loud, but part of why he was so willing to help her was because he wanted to be her hero. He wanted to be her white knight, and rescue her from the big bad wolf. It was stupid, and a little conceited, but true.

When she looked away, he watched her flip the penny over, watching her move with a deep interest. He smiled for a moment at her when she came back from being bent over, before reaching and picking up the now heads up penny. He cradled it in his hand as he brought it up to meet them, a copper sun held in the palm of his hand. It was warm, from the pavement and the light, the opposite of how Katherine's hand had felt in it. With an equally warm smile, he opened up her hand, and placed the penny in it.

"You've had a bit of a rough go, Kat... Let's see what we can do about changing your luck."

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Tag: Katherine Count: 650 Notes: My homework's telling me I should be working on it.
Credit: Jax

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[jess]

As soon as her words rung out, Katherine felt her head grow heavy. It was a huge relief, a weight off her shoulders that was the definition of catharsis. It was such a risk to trust a Hunter, and Katherine was relatively certain she wasn't throwing herself from the frying pan and into the fire itself. It was as she contemplated those phantom flames that Sam brought up taking on Klaus directly. While she felt guilty about it, Katherine couldn't stop the spiteful and bitter laugh from tumbling past her lips. "Not an option. He'll kill you. But not before he brutally murders every single person you've ever cared about. He's the Oldest living werewolf, Sam. The oldest. And being a hybrid is well, it's practically freaking cheating on principle alone. You know how I mentioned a werewolf bite will kill me? His blood's the only cure for it. Trust me. I've been bit before…" Her voice trailed off before Katherine looked down at their interlocking fingers.

"Just get me out and get us gone. Don't let him recognize you. Don't try and flex your hunter cred against him. And don't be a damned hero. Promise me? I can't lose you." While Katherine's words were soft, she couldn't take them back once she spoke. It was obvious their was a star-crossed quality to the pair of them; the Petrova Vampire having feelings for the Winchester Brother. It was almost cruel in it's irony, and Katherine actually had to swallow past the emotions choking her throat at the thought of him hurt. Subconsciously, her free hand gripped onto the seat beside her and she began to squeeze hard. She couldn't, wouldn't bear the thought of him getting hurt because of her and immediately Katherine began to second guess herself. Thinking how much it was a huge mistake she ever called him, let alone how irresponsible she was by insinuating herself in his life. If he gets hurt because of me, I will never forgive myself.

And then, he had to do something else magnificent. As he smiled and placed the penny in her hand, Katherine's face lit up once more in a bright smile. Chuckling under her breath, she let her hand close around the pence with a wistful look in her eyes. A faint blush stained her cheeks, the expenditure of blood just this side of completely subconscious. Taking the penny, Katherine tucked the bit of metal into her corset over her heart. Not for the sensuality of it, which was new for her; no, it was the only place that seemed right, over where she made all of her decisions from and the part of her that was the most cursed.

An overwhelming urge filled her as her brain betrayed the peace of the moment. This could be it. There was a good chance she would die; which meant this could in fact be the last time she ever saw him. And Katherine was momentarily swept away by the immense grief of that thought. She was far from promised tomorrow, and with such uncertainty on the horizon her heart clenched. Katherine still had no answers for where her life was. Despite his cruelty, a part of her would always love Damon. Just like a part of her would always love Stefan, though she would die before anyone came before her Elena's happiness; even if that person was Katherine herself. And while she would love to label whatever this was with Sam, it was far too new and tenuous to even begin. But she couldn't just let it stand.

Not if she might not be coming home…

Throwing caution to the wind in a manner so very much her, Katherine decided to take her Fate into her own hands. She had always been the Mistress of her own Destiny, why stop now? Tucking her hair behind her ear and out of the way, Katherine had to softly swallow past the last of her nerves. Cupping his face in her cool hands, Katherine leaned over to let her lips softly ghost against Sam's. It was delicate, feather soft, and she pulled back a fraction to look up at him through the fringe of her lashes. Lips brushing against his with every word she breathed.

"I think it already has, Sammy…"





::stop:: First almost kiss. <3
::look:: Outfit
::listen:: Shake It Out covered by Glee
::you're it:: Sam
::the credit:: Jess

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[samwinchester]

There was something happening here. To say that it was a “moment” would be to belittle it somehow. There were such rare times in a person life when they knew what was coming, or at least they thought they knew or wished they knew. Sam found himself in one of those times now, standing at the edge of a waterfall, wondering if he was going to take the fall. It was something that Sam wanted to sacrifice himself over to. The fact that he was already so willing to place himself in a position where he was willing to die for this woman was not unusual. Him and his brother were always putting their lives on the line for strangers, why not for someone who needed it more than some other people they had crossed paths with. She was so candid, and so bare before him, why not take the leap?

When Katherine leaned forward to brush her lips against his own, it was almost as if she had plucked the wish from his head. The hands on his face had a softness to him that reminded him of cool down, not unlike the feel of a pillow against the face when a sleeper first put their head down for the long night, before their own body could warm it, in those sweet moments when the untouched comfort could spill away all the tension of the day. He relaxed into her hands, sighing deeply, the turmoil of the day spilling out in his breath. Where had that all come from? Just how much had he been holding onto lately? He would not dare to question the pleasance that he found in Katherine's hands.

Her softness did not end there. Spilling like a ghost towards him, her satin lips touched against his own, not in a kiss, but in an invitation for one. A wonderful, almost forbidden request. It was like he had stumbled across a nymph in a valley, and while there were stories, such horrible but marvelous tales about the lovers of sprites, he could not be drawn away from her. They were so close now. Her lashes danced across his cheeks, butterfly wings on apple skin. When she spoke, her breath still left her lips, whispering over his lips, tickling along his chin, teasing the muscles in his face.

His mouth was unbearably dry, a man locked in the desert while the oasis smiled at him through a mirage. He knew that sweet relief could be found in the mouth of the dear one before him, if only he took the leap. And he didn't want to hold back from the edge anymore. No longer fighting against the urge to jump, he took to the air, letting go of his ledge, and just letting go.

He closed the distance between the two of them, decimating the mere millimeters left before them. He closed his eyes against it, certain that his vision could not handle the sight of Katherine in whatever full wonder she was. She admitted to being a vampire, but she had to be more than that, such absolution found in the moment that their lips touched. Gentle pressure answered to her, hands moving along her body to find her hips, and back. He pulled at her, not with a command for her to comply, but from a need to have her near.

Working slowly at her mouth, he could feel his skin cool against her lips, as her own warmed against his. A perfect trade. Comparing it to anything scientific seemed almost blasphemous to him, so he dared not compare it to anything, and then all thought stopped, and he just allowed himself to be.

Tag: Katherine Count: 645 Notes: First kiss. ^_^
Credit: Jax

[jess]

Katherine was no blushing virgin; before her embrace she had known misplaced passion, and after she had paid many a debt with the sensual coin. Yet somehow, this human man with no claim to her world save hunting in it had her senses bathed in beautiful light. Supernovas danced along her nerve endings as sparks traced along her skin. There was always a sublime moment upon any first kiss, but this was euphoria in a way she had only known three times before. Each shrouded in their own unique glow; from first, to misplaced, forbidden, to this crystalline warmth. There was so much contained in such a small thing as their lips brushing together, and the rush of it all had Katherine gasping softly in surprise.

It was never like this; never this important. As Sam's warm hands wound around her sides to press against her back, Katherine keened and completely melted into his arms. Five centuries since she had been such a wilting flower, the simple girl that was Katerina still deep in her heart filled with joy and filled her limbs. Her arms wrapped around his neck, on gliding over his shoulder as the other rose to bury her hand in his hair. Such soft sweetness was new and precious in a way that she had been denied for so long; it was an ease to an ache she didn't think would ever go away. The pressure of his embrace, the firm yet gentle promise of his lips upon hers lit stars beneath her skin.

The perfection of them moment made Katherine want to weep, as the tip of her cold nose traced against the apple of his cheek as they moved together in harmony. Everywhere he caressed her, held her, touched her blossomed with heat. As her hand buried deeper into the softness of his hair, Katherine whimpered against his mouth once more. It was need that directed the tender kiss towards passion as a coil of desire ignited and coiled in her core. He was so dear, so fragile, so easily torn from her grasp and that thought knotted her stomach to crown the need with icy thorns. And so her kiss turned to something a touch more desperate. Everything she couldn't say poured into her touch; hands and lips and body trying to show without words how much she wanted him to be safe, to not go, and the terror at the thought of losing him now that she had finally found whatever this was.

Ever daring, Katherine let the tip of her tongue brush against the seam of his lips. A request simple in it's design; the need to deepen the kiss was all the thought in her mind with even that floating away as her body simply moved as all cognizance floated away like the tendrils of a dream. It was simply sensation that made up the vampire's world; warm breath, satin catching rough calloused hands big enough to palm her ribs, silky hair, worn flannel and ragged jeans. But it was the scent that hit her nose and the pounding of his pulse in her ears that sparked the coil within to an inferno as a growl against her ribs. In a cresting wave, Katherine could do nothing to stop her beast from pressing to the surface. It was too intense, too good, too enticing for her to maintain her human features. Pulling away a handful of inches, Katherine hid behind her hair with a carnal snarl. As her eyes inked and veins exposed, she felt her fangs descend with no intention of being subdued. The vampire within demanded so type of succor, the girl too terrified to know what to do beyond attempting to save face. "God, Sammy… I… I'm sorry." Shoulders heaving with exertion, voice husky with lust.





::stop:: Tagging in the angel for post-first kiss awkwardness.
::look:: Outfit
::listen:: Grenade by Bruno Mars
::you're it:: Sam and Cas
::the credit:: Jess

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[castiel]

Despite the fact that he hadn’t been on the terra firma from Heaven for very long, Castiel still hadn’t managed to find his way to the second and youngest of his charges. After leaving Dean sitting alone in a bar in Lawrence, Cas had then been called away to the Holy City by his brother in order to ask of him a much larger request then even the archangel even realized; from there he had been united by his younger and newest brother to welcome him into their fold after a long while; then was waylaid by the demon bride of Hell. It was this meeting that had spurned Cas to go in search of Sam Winchester. The threat of the hell-child was too great of a one and if Dean was no longer watching his brother’s back at all times as had been his custom.

As thoughts turned to the eldest Winchester, Castiel felt a strange constriction in his chest, he’d become used to worry in the last few years as he’d grown closer to the brothers; similar so to his own heavenly brothers, but so different at the same time that Cas felt that he could separate feelings for the two sets; recent developments however made for some bittersweet similarities. No good deeds went unpunished after all, wasn’t that the saying? The angel tried to just let it go, they were only human at the end of the day, sometimes with the extraordinary things that he had seen in his time on Earth made him forget that. Given that he had been created on the same day that man-kind had been formed up from the clay, Castiel had watched them. Watched the rise and fall of empires and civilizations, technological advances that in just a blink people couldn’t have even dreamt of. Massacres and genocides that had pulled tears from the eyes of the angel even before he truly knew the meaning of sadness and mourning.

But it was the smaller acts that had encouraged him to join the fight. The acts of heroes, of Champions of God and the other Powers that had given him the strength to stand up to his Creator, his Father and tell him that what he was doing was wrong. He was no longer an uninvolved observer following the orders of his superiors but an impassioned fighter here in the muck, but those he’d been inspired by seemed to be losing their way… He should have learned by now what happened when you put people, especially humans with all of their quirks and flaws, on pedestals. Like his brother’s Tower, you build something too high and it will be assured to come crumbling down and even the hardest marble had a nasty tendency to deteriorate.

Even with his deep thoughts Cas was able to get a feel for where Sam was, just over the river from Richmond, Virginia where Cas had expected him to be, standing near the falls that gave the small town its name. He landed just a few feet away, to the naked eye just appearing out of nowhere, not in any mood to play his own games right now by appearing just behind the taller brother’s shoulder as he might normally do. Blue eyes blinked once as he surveyed the scene before him. Sam’s arms were wrapped around a very petite looking brunette, their mouths pressed together in an act that differed very much from the last one that Castiel had born witness to. He believed that the brunette hair and the ruffle of something otherworldly were familiar ones to him. His suspicions felt confirmed when she turned her head away, hair covering a face that Cas felt that he didn’t need to see to be assured. The tell-tale dark red that stained the mouth of the youngest Winchester was proof enough.

A swirl of anger coiled up from the stomach of Cas’ vessel, filling limbs with a rage that he had not felt in a very long time. He’d told the hell-whore what would happen were she to go anywhere near his charges again. Just because he had spared her life once, wasn’t an invitation to begin the re-corruption of Sam’s soul. He covered the distance in a blink, unsure if either had yet been alerted to his presence, but with the bliss-filled look upon Sam’s features, he highly doubted it. Hands remembered well the same motion that he had used only a short time ago as fingers came up and tangled themselves in the tresses at the back of her head and pulling it back and further away from the Hunter. His voice was dark and angry as he spoke, a second attempt to undermine him completely in such a short time? Who did this Ruby-demon think that she was, someone important?

“I wasn’t aware that we’d need to have this conversation again so soon.”



::stop:: Hopping in per request and I'm sorry Kat looks like Ruby from behind!
::look:: Outfit
::listen:: Air Conditioner
::you're it:: Sam
::the credit:: Jess <3

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[samwinchester]

Sam allowed himself to fall into the arms of the woman kissing him, pressing his hands tighter and bringing her closer to him as he body responded with passion. A small sound issued from her, and their motions and hues started drifting away from coquettish first kiss into something fiery and ardent. There was a raw level of intensity there, even a certain level of desperation. Sam knew why he was feeling it. For once, he was not going to let his own head get in the way of things. It was over-thinking and and living in shadows that made Sam never go for it. But this one... This one he wanted. This one, somehow, he needed.

The tongue teasing as his lips was surprising, but not unwelcome. Parting his lips, gently, he allowed her silken tongue to crest over into his mouth, beckoning it even more forward with his own tongue. Such a simple sensation sent his pulse skyrocketing, ricocheting through his ears like a horse in a canyon. He could not keep the tiniest of bare moans to drift up the back of his throat, his hands closing around her back and ribs even tighter, forgoing all sense of gentle lover, and pressing through her with his need.

She separated from him, almost too suddenly, pulling away. He could not be sure over the roar of the waterfall and the beating of his own blood, but there was a hint of a growl in the air, one that Sam had to remind himself could have easily come from the woman in his arms. When she pulled away, and hid her face, he didn't take his hands off her. He trailed them from her back, letting them fall on her shoulders as she apologized. The hint of black and purple, a sleek parting of lips as she spoke to reveal fang, show from beneath her hair, and Sam had a pretty good idea that he knew what was going on.

Bringing both hands from her shoulders, he let them slip under the curtain of her long chestnut locks, parting them as if it were night at the theater. It was partially curiosity that drove him to want to look at her face. He knew vampires had a tendency of not being able to hide it when their inner beast needed to come forth, and he wanted to know what she looked like. No hiding. His hands touched her cheeks, and he could feel the rippling of her skin under his fingertips. Still, he drove deeper, and cleared the hair away from her face, using her hands to keep her face hidden from the rest of the visitors of the park.

Her eyes were the most striking feature about her, and it was as if her face was there to prove it. Every accent against her cheeks, of veins and darkness, all led power back to her eyes. The orbs themselves hovered in pitch, fascinating to behold, deep pools of ink that Sam was pretty sure he could go swimming in. Letting his hands play with the texture of her cheeks, all he could do was smile. She was still so lovely, not despite of the fangs and the darkness, but with it. She felt rawer, making the moment seem all that much more personal. The fact that she was apologizing for looking this was boggled his mind. Why apologize for something that was so intrinsically her?

He opened his mouth to say something, when movement close to them caught his eye. He was not able to register it, though, before Katherine was being pulled at by none other than Castiel. For an instant, Sam was shocked into paralysis, the sudden appearance of the angel a normal occurrence, but certainly not the aggression. Sure, Cas could be an assailant at times, but he rarely did so without reason, however skewed that reason might be. This seemed strange, though. He was referencing a conversation of some sort, as if he had spoken to Katherine before about something, though Sam could hardly guess what. What was it that made Cas so angry? There was no way it was because Kat was a vampire. He had to be more enlightened than that...

His faith in Katherine swelled. There had to be some mistake here, and Cas just didn't know it yet. Getting up from his place on the bench, moving as quickly as he could, with the mild realization that he was the slowest person here, he reached to grab Cas by the hand, wrapping his own hand around the wrist that was buried in Katherine's hair. “What the Hell are you doing?” he demanded, the irony of his words not lost on him. “Let Kat go!”

Tag: Katherine, Castiel Count: 794 Notes: Holy crap, Sam has a type!
Credit: Jax

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