Lana Lang

Bonus #1: Select five people from your muse's f-list and have them list five reasons for each person why they're thankful they know them.

[ooc: Multiple verses in this post, including canon. That said, not binding to any muse unless noted. As I have several verses that crossover with Supernatural, I won't specify which unless it's specific to a certain verse.]

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And I couldn't awake from the nightmare
That sucked me in
And pulled me under
Pulled me under

For almost two weeks now, Lana had been in Montana, dealing with the aftermath of Sam's goodbye via the ranch not far from her hotel. If she had been in the right mind to consider it, she would be amazed at her maturity. At the beginning of this year, she would have drown her sorrows in wine. She'd had a glass or two since, but nothing so excessive as she would have previously. Even if the lack of sleep caused her to fall a few times before managing to actually mount the horse she'd chosen to ride, it was a far cry from self-destruction, and a sign that finally, after all this time, she was showing signs of growth.

When she got back to her room, she headed straight for the bed and let herself fall face down. Her chest tightened, her heart thoroughly aware of how empty it was. Had her body not been so tired, she would have cried again, but instead she slipped into what she hoped would be a peaceful sleep.

( But it never was, was it? )

[ooc: Open for RP with likely_evil, if the idiot wants to call her.]

He thought being with him would be the death of her, but thinking about life without him felt like it would kill her anyway.

[ooc: Not posting to the community. Too much angst.]

[ooc: Set in the Langchester verse, somewhere at the tail end of Supernatural Season 4. Sam is likely_evil, Dean is winchesterjerk.]

"Um..."

Lana stood on her balcony, looking up at the stars. It had been many, many years since she'd attempted any sort of prayer. Since she'd learned the certainty of the existence of angels and demons, the subject had passed through her mind several times; this was her finally facing it.

"You probably don't care about anything I have to say." She gave a soft laugh. "I mean, who is Lana Lang?" She paused, pursing her lips before continuing. "There's obviously something big happening here, and the Winchesters are in the middle of it all." Another pause. "I know Sam—probably isn't your favorite person right now—and I don't exactly blame you for that—but he's a good man. He's really lost right now, but that doesn't mean he has to stay that way."

Lana took a deep breath. Her eyes were starting to water and it was getting harder to speak.

"Please...I'll never ask for anything else, just-bring him back from where he's going."

You Would Pick Your Sweetheart Again!

You and your signifiant other are truly in love. You've connected and bonded with one another. You have a caring, respectful relationship with lots of open communication. That's not to say things are always ideal. What's important is that you're both committed to the working on relationship. You don't need to look any further. You've found your perfect match... one that you'd choose again if you had to do it over.

And that is all that needs to be said.

[ooc: Normally Lana wouldn't fill out something like this, but apparently Sam is that special.]

[filtered to likely_evil]

( Sex survey. )