there's a hole in my soul;

//Babe I'm Gonna Leave You~Led Zeppelin//
 
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What's Playing on Your Radio?
Dean grunted as he slid out from under his Baby, wiping the grease on his hands off on the thighs of his battered jeans. Clara handed him a cold beer as he stood, and he tipped the top in her direction in acknowledgement before tipping his head back and drinking deeply.
Clara pulled herself up onto the dusty workbench, her nimble fingers brushing away scrap metal and rusted tools out of her way. She avoided looking at Dean as he gulped away at his beer; instead she tipped her head back and looked at the sun that filtered through rusted holes in the roof.
A year ago if someone had told her she would be living pretty much out of a car with the occasional stay at cheap and questionable motels and the odd house squatting she would have laughed and looped an arm around Dylan's neck, kissed his cheek and told them as long as he was pampering her she'd having nothing less than a nice little piece of suburbia.
Her eyes fluttered shut as a kaleidoscope of memories assaulted her, and she took in deep steady breaths before opening her eyes, firmly pushing her memories into the back of her mind, filed under 'things better forgotten'.
She noticed Dean watching her, his beer forgotten in his hands, green eyes firmly fixed on her face and she bit back a grimace.
While Dean would avoid talking about feelings, she knew he was worried (he was always worried if she was honest), and there was only so long she would be able to divert him.
She frowned down at her booted feet, faintly sad at the fact that she hadn't worn a nice pair of heels in far too long, while hoping Dean would go back to his beer and forget about her.
Her eyes flicked back to his face, and she grimaced as she caught his gaze. He shifted awkwardly for a moment before coming over to sit beside her, their shoulders touching amicably.
He cleared his throat after a moment of silence, adjusting his grip on the bottle.
"You know, Clara, we haven't really, uh talked about, you know, that night."
He coughed, rubbing a hand over his hair, spiking it up horribly.
"I didn't want to bring it up, but, you say you're dealing with it, but you're not. You're really not."
Clara closed her eyes briefly, images rising unbidden from her mind, of a cold night, and blood on her hands before swallowing convulsively.
Her face twisted, and she leant forward, her long black hair falling over her face like a curtain.
Her sharp eyes flicked around the room, when an idea came to her.
Dean watched as her face set in sudden determination, a small unforced grin on her face.
She turned to him, her eyes gleaming and smiled, all teeth, causing Dean to shift in unease as her eyes roved over him in consideration.
"I have a better idea Dean-o. It's been such a long time since I wore a pretty dress."
 
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Dean chuckled in exasperated amusement as she gracefully glided down the ancient staircase, dust swirling around her feet as she made her way down. She was grinning; her face alight in a way Dean had never seen in the year he'd known her.
He gallantly held out his arm to her as she reached him, and she slipped a dainty hand through the crook of his elbow as he led her to what must have once functioned as an old ballroom.
It wasn't much, the paint peeling away and large cracks in the ceiling, water stains on the remains of wallpaper and the smell of rotting wood, but for now it was home, however temporary, and Clara couldn't imagine living any other way. Not anymore.
Dean had parked the Impala out under the window, the radio cranked up as loud as it could go, the sound filtering into the room, loud enough to recognise, but quiet enough to be background noise.
She grinned, grabbing his hand and pulling him to the centre of the room. The sounds of Led Zeppelin drifted through the window, and she smiled, spinning herself around holding his hand up above her head as a balance point.
She caught the hint of Dean's smile, and spun herself into his arms. She looped her arms around his neck, and his went around her waist and she grinned impishly at him. The air was nice and cool, the sun warm and filling the room with a golden glow.
Dean's arms were warm and heavy and so very familiar, and she knew then that she had never had a better friend than him.
She led him into a waltz, not caring that it didn't match the song, biting back a grin as Dean clumsily copied her movements.
It was amusing to see him stumble, when he was usually so sure with his own body.
The song ended, and the next one played and her smile broadened.
Dean noticed, and quirked a brow in her direction, a silent question.
She shrugged before replying.
"It's my favourite song by Led Zep."
This time it was his turn to grin, "Since when did you like Led Zeppelin? You always give me a b.tch face when it comes on in the car."
She smirked at him, her lips curving mischievously, "I lied. It's just too much fun to see you all worked up about why I am disgrace and how I have no appreciation for the good things in life."
He chuckled and pulled her closer, feeling her lean her head on his chest.
He heard her humming, and it wasn't long before she was softly singing the lyrics.
"I said baby, you know I'm gonna leave you.
I'll leave you when the summertime,
Leave you when the summer comes a-rollin'
Leave you when the summer comes along.
Baby, baby, I don't wanna leave you,
I ain't jokin' woman, I got to ramble.
Oh, yeah, baby, baby, I believin',
We really got to ramble.
I can hear it callin' me the way it used to do,
I can hear it callin' me back home..."
She trailed off, pulling back and smiling at him.
"Dean?" she asked her voice soft.
He mhmmed in response, pulling back slightly to look at her closely.
She bit her lip, indecision in her features for a moment before it cleared.
"Thank you." she finally replied, resting her fingers on his cheek for a moment.
He smiled, grasping her fingers in his, squeezing gently. No words were needed, and she took his gesture as the acceptance and thanks in return that it was.
She smiled back, before spinning away, out of his reach, sending dust motes swirling into the rays of the sun, and he smiled to himself, at a strange sort of peace within himself, even if it was only for the moment.

//Everything's Wonderful~Lily Allen//
 
I wish Lily Allen was still making music, I loved her so much oh my jesus.

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Vampire hunt:
Clara slid the cool beer along the table until it hit Dean’s arm, watching in amusement over her book as he jumped at the cold contact. He narrowed his eyes at her, before pooping off the cap and swallowing deeply.
He sighed, leaning back and placing his feet on the edge of the table. This time it was her turn to glare at him, moving a couple pieces of fragile text away from his muddy boots.
He rolled his eyes, taking another swig of his beer before staring morosely at the bottle lid as he spun it on the table. Clara watched him surreptitiously over her book, before rolling her eyes, a slim white hand reaching out and slapping the spinning lid down flat onto the table top. Dean jumped at her sudden movement, before glaring at her.
"If you think you are going to sit there and mope around Winchester you have another thing coming."
He raised an eyebrow in her direction, before grumbling under his breath, while Clara rolled her eyes.
"Since when where you in charge anyway? I distinctly remember you teamed up with me, not the other way around."
Clara snickered, leaning back, flipping the lid up into the air before catching it.
"Well, since you sit there and mope waiting for your daddy dearest to call with a case, someone has to pick up the slack. You don't have to just take the cases he sends Dean, there are plenty others you could do in the meantime."
Dean turned his eyes away, hunching up slightly, and Clara sighed as she realised he was withdrawing from the conversation. He was so fucking touchy about his family it bordered on the ridiculous.
Luckily they were both saved by the sound of Dean's mobile ringing, pulling them out of their individual thoughts. Dean flipped it open, putting it to his ear in one smooth move.
"Hey Dad, what's up?"
Clara turned away and rolled her eyes, flipping the lid absent-mindedly, while Dean scribbled down the details that the formidable John Winchester barked down the phone, Dean interjecting every now and then with a 'yes sir' or 'no sir'.
After a few long minutes Dean hung up the phone, his lips set in thin line. Clara sat up, intrigued, wanting to know what had made him so worried.
"What is it?"
She finally asked when it seemed Dean wasn't going to be forthcoming with any answers. He sighed, and ran a hand through his hair, spiking it up.
"Dad says there's a hunt not far from here."
Dean swallowed, avoiding her gaze.
"He also said I should bring at least one skilled hunter with me. I said I already had someone in mind, you obviously, but now I'm not so sure."
Clara scoffed, "What hunt is so bad you think I won't be able to handle it? Also, we should at some point discuss your stubborn refusal to tell your father I've been your hunting partner for the past seven months."
Dean shrugged, "Look, I will tell him, just not yet. And it's not that you're not physically capable, I'm just not sure if you'll be removed enough from the case. Emotionally."
Clara raised an eyebrow.
"Come on Dean, what is it?" she coaxed her voice gentle.
Dean sighed, his eyes lifting up and quietly assessing her.
"It's vampires Clara."
The change that overcame her face was immediate, all emotion wiped clean off her face, and the only thing betraying her was the sudden vulnerability in her eyes. Dean swallowed, having never seen her walls drop so completely, but he blinked, and that was all it took for her eyes to harden, determination setting in.
"It won't be a problem Dean. Don't worry about me. I'm not compromised."
Her lips quirked up into a grin in a forced attempt at levity.
"Besides, I don't trust anyone else to watch out for that nice ass of yours."
Dean smirked, content to go along with her charade, "It is a nice ass, isn't it?"
His words had the desired effect as she snickered and rolled her eyes.
"Sure it is Winchester, whatever you say."
 
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Clara swung the machete she held in a two handed grip, watching unemotionally as the head of the vampire thudded to the floor. She watched as the blood dripped off the edge of her blade, and she swallowed nervously, before tightening her grip on the weapon, spinning around just in time to see another vampire sneaking up on her, teeth bared.
She gripped the blade tighter, her blood coated fingers slipping on the handle. She brought it up ready to hack the vampire's head off when she was flung backwards, her body flying before coming to a sudden stop as her back thudded off the iron sheeting.
She nearly lost her grip on her weapon, the blood making it nearly impossible for her to keep it in her grip. Somehow, through some miracle she managed to keep a hold of it, swinging it up just in time to decapitate the man before her.
She breathed out slowly, her back sore and stinging, fifty percent sure that she had at least one fractured rib.
She looked around, spotting Dean limping over towards her, bruised and bloody, his face set in a grim mask.
"Are you okay?"
He asked her, once he was close enough, and she nodded shakily, trying to keep her breathing even.
Dean watched her cautiously before handing her a bottle of gasoline and a lighter. She took the items from him without a word, and together they set about burning any evidence, neither speaking for a long time.
 
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Dean limped into their small motel room, his jaw aching from a stray punch and the bite in his leg stinging ferociously.
His eyes tracked Clara's movement around the room, watching as she winced whenever she moved too quickly, pulling at the skin on her back.
He watched silently as she unpacked their heavily stocked first aid kit, not wanting to be the one to break the silence that had settled over them in the shed. Not even the sounds of Zeppelin had been able to alleviate any of the tension between them.
She turned to him, brushing a strand of her black hair out of her face, leaving a bloody mark on her face, and he noticed the blood that was half encrusted on her hands and arms.
He grimaced, dragging his leg as he made his way over, sitting on the edge of the bed and untying his boots.
"Go wash up and then come back and let me take a look at your back."
He finally said, keeping his eyes down until he had removed both his shoes. He looked up at her, noticing the blank, dead expression on her face and in her eyes,
She nodded dumbly, pulling off her jacket then removing her shoes before making her way over the small bathroom, not even questioning how he had realised she had hurt her back.
Dean considered taking a shower once she was done before deciding against it, instead he started to treat his collection of injuries, working steadily and not even realising any time had passed until he lifted his head and saw Clara standing in front of him, looking pink and warm, yet still somehow lifeless.
He frowned, not talking before seating her down and treating her injuries, wincing as he saw the already purpling marks on her back, knowing that she wouldn't be able to do much until they faded.
She pulled her shirt back on once he'd covered her back in cream and a few sterile strips on the places where her skin had broken.
No words were needed, and instead Dean packed away the first aid kit, before wrapping her gently in his arms, covering them both with the blanket, holding each other through the night, each comforting the other without realising it.

//Young Lust~Aerosmith//
 
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Your first hunt:
Clara dropped the battered duffel bag at the floor of her bed, rolling her shoulder from the weight. Her eyes roved around the sparsely decorated room, eyeing mould and dubious stains on the carpet and walls in distaste. Her eyes flicked over to Dean, where he was unusually quiet, lying on his back staring at the ceiling.
She watched him in silence for a few more seconds before walking over to the mini fridge, noting its emptiness with the exception of the six pack of beer that Dean must have bought while she was out training.
She pulled one out, popping of the lid against the table edge, kicking back on the lumpy sofa. She eyed the battered and ancient TV in silent contemplation, wondering if it even worked before deciding that having it explode in her face was not a course of action she was willing to take.
She sipped at the cool beer, her eyes drifting shut. She felt different. She was faster, stronger, but as her physical body improved she could feel her mental state, her soul, pull back and recede. She was like a machine, pushing her body to its limits, but she no longer laughed or smiled. And if she did it was fake and superficial, a smile that could fool a stranger, scare her enemies, and make her friends worry.
Not that she had many people to worry about it in the friend department.
Unconsciously her eyes opened and turned to Dean, a small furrow marring her brow as she contemplated her fellow hunter.
“I think you’re ready.”
He said suddenly, pulling her from her thoughts and breaking the silence of the room.
“Ready for what?” she asked cautiously, taking a last sip of her beer before placing it on the wobbly coffee table.
Dean sat up, running a hand through his short hair.
“There’s a case near hear, a hunt. Nothing too hard, in theory just a simple salt and burn.”
He paused, his hand reaching up to twine his fingers through the black string tied around his neck, the gold charm glinting dully in the sun.
“You can do the research yourself, and then I’ll go through it make sure you got everything. Then we can dig up the poor bastard. You up for that?”
Clara bit back all of the sarcastic remarks she could have made, burying her pride at doing such a simple job before nodding. Dean was the expert here, and it would be just embarrassing if she got all high and mighty only to be killed or injured by a simple ghost.
Dean caught her gaze for a second, as if expecting her to kick up a fuss, but when all he got was silence he smiled a grim half-grin, before standing up, pulling a beer out of the fridge and throwing her the keys to the Impala.
“Go find the library then. And don’t hurt my baby or you’ll wish you were facing a horde of werewolves instead.”
Clara grinned, plucking the keys out of the air and making her way out, a slight bounce in her step.
 
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She groaned loudly as her back hit enforced steel railings, the torch in her hand falling to the floor and rolling away, sending a beam of light all around the warehouse. Her head throbbed from where she had been pushed onto the concrete.
She fell to her knees, getting air back into her lungs. Things had gone south quickly, and Clara was left wondering where she had gone wrong.
Dean had looked over her research, agreed and matched it up with what he’d already looked up, and they’d both concluded that the ghost, Sandra Pegg had been brutally murdered by her boyfriend. It had been a pain to find out she had been cremated, and the search for what might be keeping her tethered to the world of the living had taken up the better part of a day.
The ghost of Sandra Pegg flickered into view, her head cocked to one side, blood dripping from the gaping wound in her chest, falling to the floor but leaving no trace.
Clara scrambled to the side, pulling a gun from the back of her jeans. Sandra watched her, face pale, eyes dark, and the blood, so much blood, steadily pumping all over the front of her pink shirt. Clara breathed heavily, her focus on reaching the small brown teddy bear on the shelf inside the manager’s office, the only thing keeping Sandra here.
She kept slowly inching away from Sandra’s ghost, her eyes switching constantly from the door to Sandra’s ghost.
Out of nowhere, the sounds of a gunshot, the rock salt bullet passing through the ghost making her disappear out of sight. Clara looked up to see Dean, his gun still aimed at the spot where Sandra had been.
She struggled to her feet, not sparing Dean a second glance and threw herself through the door. The small bear was right in front of her, but she skidded to a halt, Sandra’s ghost appearing before her, her face twisted into a gruesome snarl, her hands curled like claws reaching out towards her.
Clara froze, her heart hammering in her ears.
Dean was too far away to help, and Sandra was getting closer and closer. It took her half a second to remember the gun in her hand, and even less time to raise it and shoot Sandra, dissipating her spirit.
She caught her breath, limping forwards and grabbing the bear of the shelf. It was old and tattered, and there were dark stains on the back which was most likely Sandra’s blood.
Clara threw it on the floor, pulling out a small flask full of gasoline, pouring it all over the small bear. She looked up to see Sandra again, coming closer and closer. She fumbled with the salt, before finally spilling it all over the bear.
She pulled out the packet of matches, her hands trembling so much she almost couldn’t light the damn thing.
Finally a small flame crackled into existence, and she quickly set the orange light to the bear, watching it catch flame. She looked up just to see Sandra give an unearthly wail, her body catching alight and disappearing in a ball of flame.
She breathed out slowly, watching the last of the bear burn into ashes. She looked up, and saw Dean standing in the door way, half his face bloody and bruised. She met his gaze, and grinned, watching him as he nodded his head in congratulations, the hint of a smirk on his lips.

//That's the Way~Led Zeppelin//
 
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Got tagged by the lovely @tophat-95
 
Rule 1: Always post the rules.
Rule 2: Answer the questions the person who tagged you has written and write 11 new ones.
Rule 3: Tag 11 new people
 
Also, I'm aware I answered questions that I wasn't tagged for, but they were good questions and I'm bored.
 
@topaz-39 's questions:

1. Favorite TV show(s)?
Supernatural, Sherlock, Doctor Who, Torchwood, and I’m revisiting my love of NCIS. Oh, also heaps of BBC shows. Australia has crap television~
2. Why are the above shows your favorite shows?
Totally not the hot actors I swear… Actually I love the way they’re filmed, the plot twists, and the script.
3. Do you like to play video games?
Do you like to breathe? Yes, yes I do.
4. Do you have a zombie apocalypse survival plan?
Damn straight. I’m outliving you all~
5. You have to choose only one: Benedict Cumberbatch or Tom Hiddleston?
You can’t tell me what to do, I’m having both~
6. Favorite James Bond film?
Hmm.. I don’t have one. I like them all.
7. Do you like Star Wars?
YES I LOVE IT HAN AND LEIA 5EVER~
8. Do you play an instrument, and if so, which one?
I’m musically untalented. I tried guitar. I quit.
9. Have you ever been to the Grand Canyon?
Nooooo, I haven’t. But I will, one day.
10. Do you have a Tumblr or a Pinterest, or both?
Tumblr. It’s all I do, because I have no life.
11. What's your favorite flavor of ice cream?
I like a nice vanilla coated in the blood of my enemies.

@music-fan-17 's questions:

1. Who is your favorite band?
I don’t have one. I love too many. But I’m listening to Shakira right now if it helps any.
2. Why are they your favorite?
I’m relearning how to speak Spanish, so I’m incorporating Spanish music into my life. But for other bands, the lyrics, and the sound, and the memories I have.
3. If you had the chance to meet one celebrity, who would that person be?
Ha, how about all the hot ones? Nah, I’ve never put much thought into it, but I’d love to meet Mark Gatiss so he can tell me all his secrets. I admire him as an actor and writer so much I could cry for years.
4. Do you plan on going to college?
I’m in Australia, and I’m pretty sure our equivalent is University, which in that case, yes.
5. If you do, what do you wish to major in?
I really want to do a Bachelor in Film and TV Editing, and get a Bachelor in Occupational Therapy. I’ll make up my mind one day.
6. Do you like to paint your nails?
Yah. I like this frosted white/pearl colour. It’s so pretty.
7. What is your favorite time of the year?
I love it all.
8. Cats or dogs?
I’ve only ever had pet cats, but I love both.
9. Have you ever heard of or watched the old TV show called “Buffy the Vampire Slayer”?
I’ve heard of it, but I never watched it. I watched bits of Angel though.
10. Do you prefer taller guys or guys closer to your height?
I’m single. Any guy that isn’t mean or rude or has major character faults is my preference ~
11. What article of clothing would you not be caught dead in?
hmm…. I can’t think of anything. Maybe pink lycra.

@tophat-95’s questions:
 
1. Top five favourite movies?
Inception, Star Wars, Iron Man (both of them), Donnie Darko and Thor.
2. If you could be a writer on any t.v. show, which would it be?
Oh my sweet Jesus I would be happy writing for any TV show, but maybe Sherlock or Supernatural.
3. Least favourite colour and why?
Ew, orange. I just, no.
4. How long can you go without eating?
Ten minutes. Nah, I eat when I’m hungry, which is about three times a day.
5. What's the hobby or pastime you go to when stressed?
Lying on the floor staring at the ceiling/sky. It’s relaxing to sit still and do nothing.
6. If you could be a celebrity for a day who would it be?
Eugh, why would you do this to me. I’m happy with my life, but maybe Daneel Harris-Ackles, only bc Jensen.
7. Where's your favourite vacation spot?
Anywhere quiet and beautiful.
8. If you could transport anybody from any time or place to where you are now, who would it be?
Maybe Hitler. I mean, I would love to talk to him and find out what made him tick. Which sounds morbid, but it’s not.
9. What's your favourite thing to wear on a lazy day?
Omfg, pyjamas. And sweat pants. And a baggy shirt/jumper. And thick socks.
10. Least liked music genre?
Umm, I used to listen to a lot of Bring Me the Horizon and stuff like that, but now I kind of dislike that style of music a lot.
11. What would you name a hamster?
Bubbles. Totally not because of Robert Downey Junior.
 
My questions:
1. Favourite food?
2. What type of art genre do you prefer (abstract, impressionism etc.)
3. Do you like sport, and if you do what type do you like?
4. Who’s your favourite ever teacher and why?
5. Favourite poet?
6. If you could direct a movie who would be your dream cast?
7. What’s your favourite subject?
8. What are your plans for the future?
9. What’s your fondest memory?
10. Would you run into a burning building to save a child?
11. If you had the opportunity to live anywhere in the world, where would you live?
 
@all-i-son
@breathtaking-batman
@crumbs
@hey-there-deliah
@co-existing
@fleur-oceania
@glitterfilledfairytales
@juliasmile
@kaylascoolerthanyourgiraffe
@nyree-in-wonderland
@nerdychic-xx

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Wow, I can't believe it's been over a week since I last made a set. I'm so sorry for being so inactive, but school was crazy and I've been adjusting to the fact all my tests are FINALLY over. It's a bit late, but happy birthday to Heath Ledger, he was amazing, and I spent his birthday watching his movies and crying. So yeah, it's nice to be back guys, xx