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Anonymous asked:

Yiu evil person ! I thought you inly wrote the angsty ending and now im a balling mess ! (Ut was really good btw) BUT IM CRYING SO MUCH ! I thought i should just tell you i loved it then scrolled down to see the fluffy ending which i will probably cry some more sorry for the spelling errors for i cannot see through my TEARS

night-will-fall answered:

Thank you so much! Hehe the feels are rough man ;) I’m glad you found the fluffy ending to soothe the pain a little bit though :) xo

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Anonymous asked:

I am laughing hysterically because apparently I DON'T REMEMBER HOW TO CRY!!!

night-will-fall answered:

This made me laugh in AP Bio and everyone looked at me…. which was awkward because we’re learning the anatomy of the male reproductive system so everyone probably thought I was laughing at ejaculation or something. Keep on laughing, anon ;)

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“I call this one the blue steel,” the guy called Dean claims, pursing his lips and raising his eyebrows before the flash goes off.

You bite your lip and think back to the annoyed expression of one of your colleagues when he handed you Dean’s file. “I’m starting to get why they assigned you to me.”

“Why’s that, sweetheart?” he asks, lifting a hand and running it through his spiked hair.

You smirk, crossing your arms across your chest. “I’m new. So they give me the ones they don’t want.”

His jaw drops in mock offense. “Are you kidding me? I’m a delight to be around. Sam, this chick says they didn’t want me. I’m gonna sue.”

Sam rolls his eyes, looking immensely irritated and on edge. “Dean, that chick is your arresting officer. Shut up and let her take your mugs.”

You throw him a grateful look. Dean just flips up the collar of his jacket.

“Jeez, touchy,” he mutters, turning to the side.

“And I have no reason to be, considering we’re where again? Oh yeah, jail.”

Dean considers his words, and then shrugs to himself. When the flash goes off, he glances at you and winks. “At least she thinks I’m funny.”

Rolling your eyes, you smile. “Yeah, come on, 81A3827. Your luxury suite is right this way.”

“Here that, Sam? Luxury. That’s what happens when you’re easy on the eyes,” he calls behind him, lumbering after you and the prison guard in your wake. He starts whistling obliviously. This guy was a character.

When you reach his room, the guard unlocks the door and gesture at the orange jumpsuit on his bed. “Get dressed.”

“Just as ugly as TV makes ‘em look,” he mutters.

“Make sure you bring out your clothes when you’re done,” the prison guard says gruffly before walking away.

Dean pauses and grins wolfishly at you. “Wanna come in and help?”

“Mm, nah. Don’t like to make a habit of sleeping with convicts.”

He laughs mischievously. “That’s no fun. We’re all goin’ to hell, sweetheart. Might as well enjoy the ride.”

You snort and walk away, hearing him chuckle before the door slams shut. Dean Winchester was an idiot, but at least he was entertaining.

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“Are you kidding me?” he shouts. “Haven’t you heard, ‘once you’re in, you’re never out’? This isn’t a job you can just quit and leave behind! This is a lifestyle!”

“A lifestyle that killed my family!” you scream.

“And you think you’re going to be better off leaving it behind? They’ll always find you, Y/n!” he yells back. “Stop being so goddamn naïve!”

“You know what, Dean?” you say, trembling. “You can say that to me when your family’s dead. When Sam gets his heart ripped out of his chest and he dies in your arms, covered in blood, then you can come back and insult me all you want!”

“I’m not—Christ, Y/n, you’re so fucking difficult! I’m not trying to insult you, I’m trying to get you to use your goddamn brain! I get that the life sucks, believe me, but it’s better than being dead!”

“Oh, that’s such bullshit,” you spit out, furious.

“Yeah? How so?” he demands, his eyes hard and angry.

“I’ve heard what Sam wants to do, Dean. I know that he wants to go to college. And the only reason you want me to stay with you, is because you can’t stand the thought of being alone! Because it doesn’t matter who’s dead as long as you’re not by yourself!”

Dean stops. He stares at you for a long moment. Something in him seems to deflate, to swirl to a stop, but his eyes retain that same hard edge.

“So that’s what you think,” he says quietly. “After I stuck by your side to hell and back, that’s what you think.”

You stared at him, your chest rising and falling hard. No, it isn’t what you think. Not completely, anyway. But you’re so mad, so frustrated and pained that you press your lips together and stay silent.

Dean nods slowly, looking away at the ground before his gaze flicks back to you and his jaw clenches. “Then I’m sorry.” He steps back, keeping eye contact for a long moment, before he turns on his heel and walks out of the door and out of your life.

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