Sebastian Moran. That's all you'll need to know, unless Jim says otherwise.
(A part of superwholockomens-rp, no longer independent.
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  1. Diamond Eyes - Shinedown
  2. Trouble for Me - Britney Spears
  3. Seven Nation Army - The White Stripes
  4. You’re the Storm - The Cardigans
  5. Devil on my Shoulder - Billy Talent
  6. Tainted Love - Marilyn Manson
  7. Walking with a Ghost - The White Stripes
  8. The Gun and the Knife - Cibelle
  9. Wake up, Dead Man - U2
  10. Take Me Out - Franz Ferdinand

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goodolfashionedvillian:

surefire-shot:

goodolfashionedvillian:

It was raining when he finally woke up. With a groan, Jim blinked away the water that kept falling into his eyes.He could taste dried blood in the back of his throat, nearly smell the dirt he had been buried under for three years; Jim sat up, a hand going to the back of his head, feeling for the gaping hole that should have been there but finding nothing. He turned and a loud bark of laughter ripped through his throat. He traced a finger over the embossed tombstone before standing to wipe off his clothes. Sebastian, loyal as always.Richard Brooke marked the grave, one last blow to the world’s only consulting detective.

Walking out of the cemetery, Jim shoved his hands into his pockets, enjoying the feel of the rain pelting overhead. He wondered if the sniper had followed his directions prior to he and Sherlock’s face off; whistling a tune he had heard in the Pit, Jim strode down the sidewalk, earning looks for his mud-stained and singed suit. 

First he had to see if Sebastian had been a good boy while he had been away; the next thing one the agenda would be to relieve to have some fun! Daddy’s missed you, London! 


Sebastian visited the graveyard often where he’d had Jim buried. Hell, he knew it was stupid, lurking about the same place so often and frequently. Didn’t mean he’d stop doing it anytime soon. Wasn’t like anyone else of import was buried there- Sebastian’d made sure of that. What he did get tired of, though, was the occasional gawker that stumbled by, entranced by the made-up story of Richard Brooke. When that happened, Sebastian tended to scare them off with a glare, macrabe grin or a little glimpse of the gun beneath his coat. Made him feel like a dog that wouldn’t leave his masters side, even when there was no point anymore- but he couldn’t quite bring himself to care. Wasn’t like there was anyone to taunt him about it anymore, after all, so what the fuck ever.

His steps were measured, slow, and as he squinted through the rain, Sebastian ground to a halt as a hauntingly familiar shape began to become clearer. It took his breath away, and he could count on one hand how many times that had happened. For a second even, he considered if he was hallucinating- or dead, himself.  But Sebastian prided himself on his grip of reality. The rain soaking him was real, the cool gun against the small of his back was real… and… he’d stopped walking, he realized, belatedly. 

He felt the hairs on the back of his neck rise as he realized someone was watching him. Without stopping, Jim quickly crossed the street, dodging cars that honked loudly; he felt excitement jump in his throat when he heard steps following. 

Dogging Jim’s steps without even bothering to try and hide the sound of his footsteps, Sebastian followed him across the street recklessly. To be fair, his head wasn’t exactly the clearest it had ever been at the moment. Tamping down the roiling emotions, Sebastian waited as patiently as he could until they were well enough alone and reached out to grab Jim’s shoulder and whirl him around. 

He’d been meaning to punch him. He had. But when Sebastian saw Jim’s face, he froze, hand still clenched in Jim’s jacket and he stared, unblinking.

castielofthesky:

Heeding the silent cues, Sebastian shuffled into the kitchen and set the bags down carefully. James— then they didn’t know. Straightening his shirt self-consciously he washed his hands harshly to get the blood off. Likely they’d already noticed, but there wasn’t any need to rouse any deeper suspicion. Slinking to the doorway, he hovered there before leaning against the doorframe and crossing his arms as he watched the stranges with a bit of suspicion- although he did try to look as harmless as possible. Sebastian had just never been very good at that. Not like Jim was. 

So he stood there, stock still in a position that would totally be casual except for his unnatural stillness. The boyfriend comment had brought ‘warm fuzzy feelings’, but Sebastian knew exactly how much Jim really meant that. So he stood, and he watched to make sure his boss was safe.

Jim grabbed a pad of paper and pen from the sofa’s end table, quickly writing down the information the tall one wanted. He folded the paper into a neat square, tucking it into the angel’s trench coat pocket before removing his hands completely. “Well, I suppose you’ll be off then?” Jim tilted his head, eyes sweeping over the three once more before his mouth perked into a pleasant smile. “I wrote my number just in case you need anything while you’re staying in London.” 

Dean become uncomfortable at the presence of the new man, suddenly wanting to get out of there quickly. He nudged Sam, watching Richard intently as he placed the number in Cas’s pocket, a small frown crossing his face at the seemingly unnecessary close contact. 

“Yeah, think that’s it.” Dean offered a small, rather strained smile and nudged Sam again, trying to make his eagerness to get out of there apparent. “Thanks for the help, we’ll look into things.” 

Sam watched, mouth slightly agape as their strange host tucked the slip of paper into the angel’s pocket.  Though, as his brother nudged him, he glared down at the shorter Winchester and elbowed him back.

“Stop it,” Sam hissed to his brother as he elbowed him again as shifted towards the door.  “You’ve been a great help, thank you.  And if you need any help with-,” his eyes flicked over to the stilled man in the kitchen doorway.  He wasn’t exactly sure how much the two of them had talked bout thing, “with dealing with things, let us know.”  Sam muttered as he scribbled his name and number down on the pad of paper by the couch.

As the man put the paper in his front pocket, he stared at him for a brief moment, and turned towards the Winchesters, giving them a stare of equal length.  

With a short nod, he put a quick pat to the pocket the paper was put in, as if to make sure it would stay there.  If he were honest about it, he wasn’t too fond of using pockets, didn’t use the outside pockets for almost anything, only the inside one for his angel sword.  He glanced back over to ‘James’ and ‘Richard’, as his thanks, and another nod to agree with the brother’s.

With nothing to say, Sebastian stared at the strangers, well aware he’d probably be in for a punishment or at least a …lecture from Jim later because of how un-harmless he was acting with his threatening gaze and posture. Hell, though, he was fucking protective of Jim, now more than ever, now that he had the man back. Didn’t matter if Jim could probably take care of himself better than Sebastian could, now. He’d still do what he could, and that including scaring potential threats. 

A soft snort escaped him at the words exchanged, and a small smile tugged his lips up crookedly as the strangers danced around the topic. That was entertaining at least.

(Source: just-call-me-dean)

castielofthesky:

sam-not-sammy-winchester:

goodolfashionedvillian:

surefire-shot:

Sebastian had had a very productive day, so far. At least by his standards.Jim would likely be a bit…miffed that one of the kills had actually got away, but that was why milk(chocolate,of course) hung from a plastic bag and dried blood was caked underneath his fingernails. He was definitely not above bribing his boss to be less pissed with him when some things didn’t go exactly to plan. So when he shouldered the door open after carefully turning the knob, Sebastian was taken off guard by the sight that greeted him.

Clearing his throat, he shuffled the bag with the milk onto his other arm and scratched the back of his head, trying to get most of the dried blood off of his fingers and fingernails discreetly. “Got the milk.” Sebastian said, belatedly, standing in the doorway stiffly.

Jim jumped up at seeing his right hand man. He placed a hand on the sniper’s shoulder, noting the way he fidgeted with his hands and the bags. “James, these three men are here about Sherlock.” He watched as Sebastian’s eyes swept over the three, zeroing in on the vital areas to place a bullet. Jim’s hand moved from the sniper’s shoulder to grasp his arm; his fingers tightened slightly as he tugged Sebastian towards the kitchen. “Put those bags away, darling.” 

He turned to the trio, shrugging a shoulder sheepishly. “I’m sorry about that; my boyfriend is kind of awkward around new people. Now, you needed that url and address, correct?” 

Sam’s head immediately turned to look at the man who pushed through the door.  he looked shocked, but he supposed when your formerly-dead boyfriend brings some strangers home, you were allowed a little leeway.  Sam ducked his head as he watched the show of affection-if you could call it that-between the two men.

“Hey, yeah, no problem,” Sam said with a wave.  “And yeah, if we can just get just get those tidbits of information, that would be fantastic.  Then we’ll get out of your guys’ hair,” he said as he glanced around at his brother and Cas to make sure that they didn’t have anything else to add.

Castiel turned as well, noticing only that the man was carrying a bag of chocolate milk.  He had never tried chocolate milk before, but that wasn’t important neither here nor there at the moment.  Instead he stared at the man that had recently come in, watching him and this Richard Brook character move into the kitchen.

Castiel gave a short nod to the two men, and turned back towards Sam.  They were getting his address, and a ‘url’.  Apparently that was something for the computer, if he remembered Sam’s words before, but he had never used one before.  It seemed easier and best to just confront the person they needed in person.

Heeding the silent cues, Sebastian shuffled into the kitchen and set the bags down carefully. James— then they didn’t know. Straightening his shirt self-consciously he washed his hands harshly to get the blood off. Likely they’d already noticed, but there wasn’t any need to rouse any deeper suspicion. Slinking to the doorway, he hovered there before leaning against the doorframe and crossing his arms as he watched the stranges with a bit of suspicion- although he did try to look as harmless as possible. Sebastian had just never been very good at that. Not like Jim was. 

So he stood there, stock still in a position that would totally be casual except for his unnatural stillness. The boyfriend comment had brought ‘warm fuzzy feelings’, but Sebastian knew exactly how much Jim really meant that. So he stood, and he watched to make sure his boss was safe.

(Source: just-call-me-dean)

agentsandyquinn:

Not only am I posting crappy comics, I am also trying to figure out Tumblr. Jesus christ I’m bad at this- oh look how late it is, no wonder. 

Sebastian visits some old grave to pay his respects to Jim, and bumps into John. And finds out that Sherlock is still alive. 

(Source: agentquinn)

I was lazy and made them intentionally scribbly because I couldn’t find my tablet weh.

TIGER BROTHAS 5EVER.

formerdescendant:

  • Anathema is 16
  • Sherlock is 19.
  • GO Crowley is 17
  • Lestrade is (almost) 19
  • Seb is 19.

castielofthesky:

sam-not-sammy-winchester:

goodolfashionedvillian:

sam-not-sammy-winchester:

goodolfashionedvillian:

castielofthesky:

sam-not-sammy-winchester:

goodolfashionedvillian:

castielofthesky:

sam-not-sammy-winchester:

just-call-me-dean:

Sam couldn’t help but gawk at the man in front of him.  After a few solid seconds, Sam cleared his throat before running a hand through his hair.  “Wow.  Just, wow,” was all the younger Winchester could come up with.

He glanced at Cas.  “Have you ever heard of anything like this?” he asked, brow furrowed as he tried to rack his brain to come up with some sort of answer.  Unfortunately, he was coming up short.

As normal, Castiel stayed with his own stoic expression.  He was surprised himself though, he hadn’t remembered hearing of something like this before. The only things to come out of hell were demons, but that was something this man was not.

Cas shook his head no, as he looked between the three men.  It seemed as this ‘Sherlock Holmes’ could be someone that they needed to investigate, could be maybe he was the demon.  Then again, if it were just forfame, they seemed too human a reason to kill for it to be a demon.

Jim shrugged a shoulder, lowering his eyes to his hands. “I don’t know…” He flickered his gaze upwards, as if he suddenly had a revelation. “Do you think…that Sherlock could have something to do with those murders? They’re quite..odd.” 

“Definitely possible.” Dean was deep in thought, trying to figure out what to do next. Sure, he was curious as to what Richard was, and how he got back to earth, but the murders were obviously a more pressing matter, and so was this Sherlock person. 

“What kind of a name is Sherlock, anyway?” Dean mumbled. He glanced at his untouched tea, then back at Richard. “Where do you think we could find this guy?”

Sam frowned as he sipped at the tea.  “Is this Sherlock guy well known around here?” he asked as he set it back down on the table.  Sherlock Holmes was at least a place where he could start his research.

“Dean, really?  The guy tells you that he doesn’t know how he came back to life after being shot by Mr. Holmes, and all you can focus on is his first name?” Sam asked, turning to frown at his brother.

Castiel didn’t care about the man’s name really though, names were nothing but a title.  Like the others though, he was curious about how Richard had gotten back to earth, but this Sherlock man was a more pressing matter at the moment.  Maybe if they figured him out, they could figure out Richard’s return.

“If he is known, where can we find him?”  It was best to try and find him before another person was murdered.

Jim tipped his head towards the stack of newspapers that were piled up beside the entry way. He raised an eyebrow at the men while scowling slightly. “Apparently he killed himself after he killed me.” Jim thought back to their text conversation a few hours previous. “I doubt it though. If he is still alive, he’d be found at 221B Baker Street.”

Sam turned to look at the stack.  “Are all those about Sherlock Holmes?” he asked, pushing himself up to go check them out.  He shifted through a few of the papers before the man’s words caught his attention again.  “Can we borrow these?” he asked, pointing down at them.  If they were about Sherlock, then they would be immensely useful in figuring out who he was.

He settled in before the stack of papers.  “You doubt that he killed himself?” Sam asked, brow furrowed as he folded his legs Indiana style.

Castiel grabbed a paper as well, looking at the photo.  It was an old newspaper, and showed a picture of the supposed Sherlock with a hat.  ”This is ‘Sherlock’ then?” He asked.  It sounded as a question, but Castiel was pretty positive it was the man they were looking for.  The newspapers were covered with him, the majority of it good news, but dated from 3 years back.

There was another article stating the man had committed suicide though, and Castiel pointed it out.  ”It says he killed himself here.” 

Jim looked over at the tall man studying the papers. “He was quite popular a few years back; solving crimes he committed…the public ate it up because of his blogger.” He lifted a hand to his cheek and sighed. “Poor thing was so convinced…”

Sam frowned, looking up from the paper he had clutched between his hands.  “Blogger?  So someone close to Sherlock wrote everything down?” he asked, his curiosity peaked now.  Perhaps they should get in contact with the blogger.  Maybe he could give them something else to go on.  Something that they could use for this case.  Because right now, they didn’t really have anything and were running on fumes.  It was frustrating to say the least.

Jim shook his head, his mouth pulling into a sad frown. “Yes, I was actually a fan of his blog before I was hired.” He itched the side of his nose. “John Watson probably still lives in 221B trying to keep the memory of Sherlock alive…” 

“Would you mind jotting down the url for me, Richard?  So I can read about who we’re going up against?” the tall brunette asked as he pushed himself up from the floor.  “And that address you told us, please?” Sam asked as he ran a hand through his hair as he looked up at the frowning man. 

The poor guy looked just as confused as the rest of them.  Maybe if they could find this Sherlock guy, they could find out how Richard was brought back to life?  And then a thought donned on him.  “Hey, Cas, could an angel have brought Richard back?  I mean, you brought Dean and me back.  Zacharia brought Adam back. 

“Is is possible that one of you guys could have brought Richard back because he still had something in his life that he needed to do?” the brunette asked, turning exited hazel eyes onto the angel with them.

Castiel thought about it, he hadn’t heard any news about it, but then again, the angels weren’t so kind in letting everyone know their plans.  Archangels especially. “It may be that they needed another vessel, and Richard was the right fit.” He said, giving a passing glance to Jim, before returning his gaze to the Winchester brothers.  ”I don’t know who did it though.”

Just as Sam had noticed though, it didn’t seem like the man knew anything of what happened to him.  Many don’t when they first come back though, Dean did’t, Adam only did because he needed to be convinced that the Winchesters were against him.

Sebastian had had a very productive day, so far. At least by his standards.Jim would likely be a bit…miffed that one of the kills had actually got away, but that was why milk(chocolate,of course) hung from a plastic bag and dried blood was caked underneath his fingernails. He was definitely not above bribing his boss to be less pissed with him when some things didn’t go exactly to plan. So when he shouldered the door open after carefully turning the knob, Sebastian was taken off guard by the sight that greeted him.

Clearing his throat, he shuffled the bag with the milk onto his other arm and scratched the back of his head, trying to get most of the dried blood off of his fingers and fingernails discreetly. “Got the milk.” Sebastian said, belatedly, standing in the doorway stiffly.

Diamond Eyes - Shinedown

Trouble for Me - Britney Spears

Seven Nation Army - The White Stripes

You’re the Storm - The Cardigans

Devil on my Shoulder - Billy Talent

Tainted Love - Marilyn Manson

Walking with a Ghost - The White stripes

The Gun and the Knife - Cibelle

Wake Up, Dead Man - U2


‘What a lovely day for a crime, don’t you thing, dear? So, you will represent me in the court of course? Don’t answer, I already prepared documents for you and you will look lovely in the wig. We’re gonna have so much fun, just imagine.’

‘What a lovely day for a crime, don’t you thing, dear? So, you will represent me in the court of course? Don’t answer, I already prepared documents for you and you will look lovely in the wig. We’re gonna have so much fun, just imagine.’