Someone who hasn’t seen cutthroat kitchen, explain this

bad and naughty chefs will be placed in the Shame Cone to atone for their sins

Dean feels as though she’s building in confidence as she talks to him a little more.  The sass and bite sounds as though it might be returning; he grins at the sound.  Recovering the spirit that had got her away from him in the first place.

‘Want me to slow down?  How ‘bout I just leave you here, huh?’

His arm is already outstretched as a defense against their possible approach, but he nods towards them for extra emphasis.

‘They want whatever they thought…I thought you had.  Let me tell you, they will not hesitate to tear you limb from limb.   Despite not having what they want.  They’re fun guys like that.’

Voice a hiss from the effort of guiding their combined selves backwards, it only breaks as he looks back to the Wellingtons.

‘Next time ya think you’ve got a lead on the Scrolls of Meridian, you better have it right.’

He was doubly pissed.  He and Crowley’s intention hadn’t been to only salvage payment from these idiots; Dean was then supposed to wrest the Scroll from them, whether that involved tearing them limb from limb or worse.  And now, the girl was no use.  He’d already told her she was the collateral, and it hadn’t been said just for fear’s sake.

‘You gonna sit in the truck like a good girl or am I gonna have to tie you up again?’

He could see the Wellingtons from where they were; huddled in.  Plotting.  Not much time.  He hadn’t counted on there being so fucking many of them.  His strength was impressive, but he was way outnumbered.  If it had to come to battle, it would be ugly and difficult.  Looking back to Danica, he makes a conscious effort to clear his eyes, reverting to the charm of his hazel shade.

‘Which is it?’

Danica sighed “ look … I will admit that i may not have the scroll… But i know where you can get it” she nervously glanced at the other male and the group and back at Dean" i still believe you have a soul somewhere… And i have feeling you don’t want to do this" she curled a soft smirk and for once she wasn’t as afraid of Dean , it was the other male.

Perhaps he had picked the right one. Eyes fluttering black again at the delicious sound of her intentions; to cut out the idiotic middle men and to avoid all of this, to still get the Scrolls….he opens the door, allowing her to climb in unobstructed by the rope’s restraint. ‘Soul or no soul, I want those scrolls. I’m listening.’ He watched her climb with ease into the passenger seat. He wasn’t trusting her per se….but she wasn’t extraneous no more. You have to speculate to accumulate and she was sure as hell his speculation at this point. Grinning over at her, impressed, he took the wheel. ‘Where to now? Quick, before those fucks over there try it.’

Danica nervously bit her lip , she admits that the male’s eyes still freaked him out , but she wanted … No needed it to keep this whole situation as calm as possible to avoid getting herself killed for real this time. “ can you maybe not do the black eyes.. I mean i think the hazel suits you just fine” she replied with a little sass as she climbed into the passenger seat. She looks at the group behind them and then back at Dean as he climbed into the driver’s seat. “ what are we going to do with them… They might follow” she first asked before she was being asked about the scroll. “To be honest its in the most common spot” she decided to reply in Riddle

‘What’s wrong, huh?  Black eyes freak ya out?’

He grins and feels the usual twitch that denotes his eyes have changed back.  It’s as though he’s working a muscle; that pull, that tension and then they settle in.  The calm that comes over her face tells him he’s had the desired effect.  He figures he could play, could maintain the darkness in his eyes to keep her fearful…but he’s starting to need her.  It pays no mind to do that at this point.

‘They can follow all they like.  Not as boxed in now,’ he shrugs, starting the engine.  It gives a throaty roar.

‘They played a good game back there but I’m not so alone once I’m out of their territory.

‘Common spot?’ He slides the car into drive and hits the road.

‘Gonna need more than that if this is gonna work.’

Danica nervously bit her lip and sighed " alright fine its at the museum... You know the one thats downtown in that old building" she curiously glanced at the window to see if the men are following them

“I don’t think there is Danica.” Sam fiddles with his beer bottle “I don’t want to go back to the Cage, but I’m the only one who can stop The Darkness, this is my fault, I just, it’s too hard.” His eyes are wet and Sam blinks, clearing his throat.

Danica bit her lip and lowered her head , she hate to see her brother in pain and tried her best to comfort him “ well all we need is a Winchester in the cage right… “ she asked softly and took a deep breath before suggesting her idea “what if they take me instead…” 

“Absolutely not!!” Sam shakes his head “the only one going to the Cage is me. God is sending me messages for a reason and I know how things down there work. I can do this. You’ll be safe and so will Dean. That’s how things are going to be.” @superdanicawinchester

Danica bit her lip and sighed, she fought hard to hold back tears… She didn’t want to lose her brother. She remained quiet for a while before speaking “Sam …i cant let you” her voice cracked

He swallows “we’ll figure it out. Right now, let’s just focus on happy stuff. Christmas is coming. Why don’t you spend it with us?”

Danica bit her lip and nodded “ ok… Sure sounds great i was gonna spend it at the college ” she curled a small sad smile as she took another sip

“We’ve missed you. We c'n head for the bunker today ‘f you want.”

" sure sounds good "

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Collected from all over the net, other memes, etc. Some are subtle, some are fluffy, some don’t have to be taken sexually, some are so straightforward you could practically jump into a smut scene in a few posts. Enjoy!

“No — no. Just keep your clothes on.” “You are so mean… and I’m okay with that.” “Is that all your mouth is good for?” “I am always looking for meaningful one night stands.” “Can I borrow a kiss? I promise I’ll give it back.” “I would rather have a cup of tea than sex.” “Ah, ah, not till I give you permission.” “Apart from being sexy, what do you do for a living?” “Where do you think you’re going?” “And how are you going to make it up to me?” “My sexual preference is often.” “What a nice little sound, I think I’ll bite there again.” “Don’t worry, it only seems kinky the first time.” “Does it taste alright?” “You wouldn’t dare!” “You’re so cute when you’re tired, you know.” “Anticipation makes the hard-on longer.” “You know what material this is? [Grab your shirt] Boyfriend/Girlfriend material.” “Nothing risque, nothing gained.” “I love when you’re rough.” “Is that a challenge?” “Is there a mirror in your pocket? Because I look great- wait, I said that wrong.” “I’m not cheap, but I am on special this week.” “Sex is not the answer. Sex is the question. Yes is the answer.” “I’m not gonna stop leaving marks till I’m sure everyone will know your mine.” “Make me.” “What’s in it for me?” “I’m not drunk, I’m just intoxicated by you.” “I’m going outside to make out… care to join me?” “What’s your favorite silverware? Because I like to spoon!” “Thank god I’m wearing gloves, because you’re too hot to handle.” “Don’t stare. I didn’t want to do this.” “I think I could fall madly in bed with you.” “I need one of those hugs that turns into sex.” “Want to come over and watch porn on my flat screen mirror?” “Stop undressing me with your eyes and start using your teeth.” “Can I put you on my to-do list?” “Kiss the hell out of me. Please.” “You can stay but your clothes must go.” “I don’t like being told what to do unless I’m naked.” “Your lips make me wonder what the rest of you would taste like…” “This is mine. Are we clear?”

You officially have permission to slam my character against the wall and kiss them. Enjoy.

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SEND ME ONE FOR MY MUSE’S REACTION

“Are you breaking up with me?” “Are you having nightmares again?” “Anything you want to say?” “Apparently, I need to grow a mustache.” “Balloons? Really?” “Be quiet!” “But what if we get caught?” “Can you not?” “Care to tell me what’s going on?” “Come find me.” “Did you even love me?” “Did you ever stop to think about how I feel?” “Don’t look at me like that.” “Don’t touch me.” “Do you love him/her?” “Do you love me?” “Everyone leaves.” “Eviction notice. It’s an eviction notice.“  “Fine, I’ll go.” “Finally!” “Fight me for it.” “Fuck it.” “Get away from me.” “Gotcha!” “How high are you?” “How did you get here?” “I bought a goat.” “If what we had was real, how could you be fine?” “I get that you wanted to come up with the plan, but your plan is stupid.” “I hate you.” “I’ll bet you a dollar.” “I said that I’m in love with you.” “I think I’m pregnant.” “I’m going to kill you.” “I’m not eating that.” “Is that a chicken?” “It’s not that I think your cooking is bad! It’s just … Not that good.” “Jokes on me, huh?” “Just friends?” “Just let me go.” “Just tell me the truth!“  “Kiss me.” “Kicking someone is not a form of romance.” “Let me explain.” “Listen, it was a completely innocent gesture.” “Maybe you should go.” “Maybe fuck you will be our always.” “May need you to bail me out of jail.” “Miss you.” “No. The answer is no.” “Not drunk enough for this.” “Never, ever doing that again.” “Okay, I know this looks bad…” “Please don’t.” “Please stop talking.” “Personally, I’d rather make out with a cactus.” “Quick, I need you to bring me a bottle of bleach.” “Quiet! Someone’s going to hear.” “Quit being annoying.” “Really, where were you?” “Right. Of course it’s my fault.” “Silly of me to think you actually cared.” “Simple? Brushing my teeth is simple. This? This is not simple.” “So… How’s the weather?” “Tell me you didn’t steal someones dog.” “There’s something wrong with you.” “This definitely isn’t what it looks like.” “Us? There is no us.” “Unable to process the stupidity of what you just said. Sorry.” “Unfortunately, she/he said no.“  “Very cute.” “We can’t do this.” “Was it just a lie?” “Wait, what did you just say?” “Wait! Hold on!“  “Who the hell is passed out in the driveway?” “What the hell?” “Why are you naked?” “Why is there silly string everywhere?” “Why is there a frozen turkey in the bathtub?“  “Without you, I’m lost.” “X-Rays? What the hell did you do and why didn’t you tell me?” “You broke up with me. There’s nothing left between us anymore.” “You’re leaving? But it’s taco night…” “Zebras have nothing to do with this conversation.” “Zelda is more important right now.“ 

“I don’t think there is Danica.” Sam fiddles with his beer bottle “I don’t want to go back to the Cage, but I’m the only one who can stop The Darkness, this is my fault, I just, it’s too hard.” His eyes are wet and Sam blinks, clearing his throat.

Danica bit her lip and lowered her head , she hate to see her brother in pain and tried her best to comfort him “ well all we need is a Winchester in the cage right… “ she asked softly and took a deep breath before suggesting her idea “what if they take me instead…” 

“Absolutely not!!” Sam shakes his head “the only one going to the Cage is me. God is sending me messages for a reason and I know how things down there work. I can do this. You’ll be safe and so will Dean. That’s how things are going to be.” @superdanicawinchester

Danica bit her lip and sighed, she fought hard to hold back tears… She didn’t want to lose her brother. She remained quiet for a while before speaking “Sam …i cant let you” her voice cracked

He swallows “we’ll figure it out. Right now, let’s just focus on happy stuff. Christmas is coming. Why don’t you spend it with us?”

Danica bit her lip and nodded " ok... Sure sounds great i was gonna spend it at the college " she curled a small sad smile as she took another sip

“I don’t think there is Danica.” Sam fiddles with his beer bottle “I don’t want to go back to the Cage, but I’m the only one who can stop The Darkness, this is my fault, I just, it’s too hard.” His eyes are wet and Sam blinks, clearing his throat.

Danica bit her lip and lowered her head , she hate to see her brother in pain and tried her best to comfort him “ well all we need is a Winchester in the cage right… “ she asked softly and took a deep breath before suggesting her idea “what if they take me instead…” 

“Absolutely not!!” Sam shakes his head “the only one going to the Cage is me. God is sending me messages for a reason and I know how things down there work. I can do this. You’ll be safe and so will Dean. That’s how things are going to be.” @superdanicawinchester

Danica bit her lip and sighed, she fought hard to hold back tears... She didn't want to lose her brother. She remained quiet for a while before speaking "Sam ...i cant let you" her voice cracked

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Dean feels as though she’s building in confidence as she talks to him a little more.  The sass and bite sounds as though it might be returning; he grins at the sound.  Recovering the spirit that had got her away from him in the first place.

‘Want me to slow down?  How ‘bout I just leave you here, huh?’

His arm is already outstretched as a defense against their possible approach, but he nods towards them for extra emphasis.

‘They want whatever they thought…I thought you had.  Let me tell you, they will not hesitate to tear you limb from limb.   Despite not having what they want.  They’re fun guys like that.’

Voice a hiss from the effort of guiding their combined selves backwards, it only breaks as he looks back to the Wellingtons.

‘Next time ya think you’ve got a lead on the Scrolls of Meridian, you better have it right.’

He was doubly pissed.  He and Crowley’s intention hadn’t been to only salvage payment from these idiots; Dean was then supposed to wrest the Scroll from them, whether that involved tearing them limb from limb or worse.  And now, the girl was no use.  He’d already told her she was the collateral, and it hadn’t been said just for fear’s sake.

‘You gonna sit in the truck like a good girl or am I gonna have to tie you up again?’

He could see the Wellingtons from where they were; huddled in.  Plotting.  Not much time.  He hadn’t counted on there being so fucking many of them.  His strength was impressive, but he was way outnumbered.  If it had to come to battle, it would be ugly and difficult.  Looking back to Danica, he makes a conscious effort to clear his eyes, reverting to the charm of his hazel shade.

‘Which is it?’

Danica sighed “ look … I will admit that i may not have the scroll… But i know where you can get it” she nervously glanced at the other male and the group and back at Dean" i still believe you have a soul somewhere… And i have feeling you don’t want to do this" she curled a soft smirk and for once she wasn’t as afraid of Dean , it was the other male.

Perhaps he had picked the right one. Eyes fluttering black again at the delicious sound of her intentions; to cut out the idiotic middle men and to avoid all of this, to still get the Scrolls….he opens the door, allowing her to climb in unobstructed by the rope’s restraint. ‘Soul or no soul, I want those scrolls. I’m listening.’ He watched her climb with ease into the passenger seat. He wasn’t trusting her per se….but she wasn’t extraneous no more. You have to speculate to accumulate and she was sure as hell his speculation at this point. Grinning over at her, impressed, he took the wheel. 'Where to now? Quick, before those fucks over there try it.’

Danica nervously bit her lip , she admits that the male's eyes still freaked him out , but she wanted ... No needed it to keep this whole situation as calm as possible to avoid getting herself killed for real this time. " can you maybe not do the black eyes.. I mean i think the hazel suits you just fine" she replied with a little sass as she climbed into the passenger seat. She looks at the group behind them and then back at Dean as he climbed into the driver's seat. " what are we going to do with them... They might follow" she first asked before she was being asked about the scroll. "To be honest its in the most common spot" she decided to reply in Riddle

Dean feels as though she’s building in confidence as she talks to him a little more.  The sass and bite sounds as though it might be returning; he grins at the sound.  Recovering the spirit that had got her away from him in the first place.

‘Want me to slow down?  How ‘bout I just leave you here, huh?’

His arm is already outstretched as a defense against their possible approach, but he nods towards them for extra emphasis.

‘They want whatever they thought…I thought you had.  Let me tell you, they will not hesitate to tear you limb from limb.   Despite not having what they want.  They’re fun guys like that.’

Voice a hiss from the effort of guiding their combined selves backwards, it only breaks as he looks back to the Wellingtons.

‘Next time ya think you’ve got a lead on the Scrolls of Meridian, you better have it right.’

He was doubly pissed.  He and Crowley’s intention hadn’t been to only salvage payment from these idiots; Dean was then supposed to wrest the Scroll from them, whether that involved tearing them limb from limb or worse.  And now, the girl was no use.  He’d already told her she was the collateral, and it hadn’t been said just for fear’s sake.

‘You gonna sit in the truck like a good girl or am I gonna have to tie you up again?’

He could see the Wellingtons from where they were; huddled in.  Plotting.  Not much time.  He hadn’t counted on there being so fucking many of them.  His strength was impressive, but he was way outnumbered.  If it had to come to battle, it would be ugly and difficult.  Looking back to Danica, he makes a conscious effort to clear his eyes, reverting to the charm of his hazel shade.

‘Which is it?’

Danica sighed " look ... I will admit that i may not have the scroll... But i know where you can get it" she nervously glanced at the other male and the group and back at Dean" i still believe you have a soul somewhere... And i have feeling you don't want to do this" she curled a soft smirk and for once she wasn't as afraid of Dean , it was the other male.

Write me the saddest drabble you can think of involving our Muses.