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because the dRUgS NevER WoRK
[KICKS CHAIR]
thEy’RE GOnNA GivE YOu A SmiRk
[SMASHES TABLE]
CAUSE THEYVE GOT METHODS OF KEEPING YOU CLEAN
[PUNCHES DOOR]
THEY’RE GONNA RIP OFF YOUR HEAD YOUR ASPIRATIONS TO SHRED
[HEADBUTTS A WINDOW]
ANOTHER COG IN THE MURDER MACHINE
[BOMBS OWN HOUSE]
AU Meme: After Sam falls into the cage, Dean asks Cas for one more favor. On Dean’s days off, he visits Sam in different time periods, even if only for an hour or two. Sam never tells Dean about these visits.
It’s Sam without Dean.
It’s quiet car rides without Led Zeppelin blaring through the car speakers.
It’s too many salads and no greasy, “talk-with-your-mouth-full”, burgers.
It’s seven tumblers of whiskey, poured out to drink alone.
It’s stitching up wounds with his own shaky hands and an old pocket mirror.
It’s a smooth-running laptop and no anime-porn on a frozen screen.
It’s waking up to the sound of silence instead of a shower running.
It’s being called “Sam” instead of “Sammy”
It’s feeling small and alone in a world too big for just one.
It’s quiet nights alone in bed with nothing but his thoughts.
It’s having no one around to tell him to relax and stop thinking.
It’s missing bad movie puns and too-old inside jokes.
It’s a life without his big brother, his hero, his rock.
It’s Sam without Dean.
"What do you think?" Dean ran a finger along the sharp end of the knife.
She swallowed hard, her mouth suddenly dry. ”Is—Is it—gonna hurt?” she asked with a crack in her voice.
"No." He said sarcastically.
She closed her eyes, a small whimper escaping her lips. ”Just get it over with, demon,” she whispered, bracing herself.
Dean smirked and walked closer to her. He dragged the knife along the side of her face.
"Sp-spare ch-change?" The young girl called as the young man walked past.
Dean looked at the girl in confusion, but knelt in front of her. "Gimme a minute." he fished a ten dollar bill out of his pocket and handed it to her. "There ya go, kid."
Do you wanna rp?
sure!
this blog has been so inactive
i'm so sorry
DAMN i'm inactive on here
Things I want:
For someone to worry about Dean.
For someone to take notice of Dean’s pain
For someone to tell Dean that he is special
For someone to go out of there way to help/protect Dean
Castiel. The thing you just described is called a Castiel.
Send my muse a scent and see how they’ll react to it.
"Just wait, demon." Cheryl made another valiant effort to pull free of the wall. Her eyes flew to the knife in Dean’s hand. "What are you gonna do with that…?"
"What do you think?" Dean ran a finger along the sharp end of the knife.
She swallowed hard, her mouth suddenly dry. ”Is—Is it—gonna hurt?” she asked with a crack in her voice.
"No." He said sarcastically.
"What are you doing?" Dean asked frantically, looking at the girl in front of him. "Hey, calm down. I need you to drop the gun, okay?"
"What does it look like I’m doing dipshit?" she asked rhetorically "I’m not dropping the gun ‘til I empty it into your head"
"Drop the gun." He repeated, more stern.
She shook her head with a bit of a smile creeping onto her face. She thought this was a fun kind of game. “Give me a reason to, Winchester" she spat out the name as if it would burn her had she held it in for another second.
"I’m not going to hurt you, I promise. Just drop the gun and we can talk this out. Why are you going to shoot me, anyways?" Dean frowned in confusion.
"You’re a Winchester, a lot of people will pay a lot of money to see you dead" she lowered the gun slightly "Plus I ain’t gonna complain if the man who killed my family is dead" another playful smirk crept onto her face
"Killed your family?" He raised an eyebrow. "I've never seen you in my life, I have no idea who your family is."
Reblog if it’s okay for me to write fics or make graphics of your character and tag you. Sometimes the mood strikes me but I’m nervous my partners won’t like it or won’t be cool with it.
SUPER CLOSE PLATONIC RELATIONSHIPS
SPN10 Countdown Challenge - [6/23]
9x06 - Heaven Can’t Wait - Hello & Goodbye
I never noticed how Dean looks back at Cas before driving away.
"Cas?" Dean looked around carefully, scanning the room for any sign of Castiel. And there he was. Tied to a chair. Dean walked over and cupped the angel's cheek with one hand, and resting the other on his thigh. "Hey, you okay?" [i had to..]
The instantly physical contact was made, Cas et out a high-pitched whine and tried to pull away, not getting very far. His skin felt hot and oversensitive, his head swirling with sensations he had never felt before and the angel briefly wondered if he had been drugged or poisoned. “D-Dean…”
"The only thing that’ll help is intimacy with someone." Dean shrugged slightly.
Sighing, he said, “How would be willing to do anything like that with me?”
"Well, I would." Dean shrugged, laughing lightly.
This is one of the most accurate things I have ever seen.
