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dean winchester is the true accidental perfect americana boy. his favorite authors are vonnegut and kerouac. his favorite movie is tombstone. he loves his mom. he cooks. he knows the words to every zeppelin song. he makes mixtapes. he keeps a cross over his bed. he loves his brother. he owns cowboy boots. and he saved the whole world for his family.

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UNESCO-Welterbe Markgräfliches Opernhaus Bayreuth by baroqueblockbuster.

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Zuhair Murad

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Paolo Sebastian | A Lover's Kiss

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This Blood We Spill

Halloween!Billy Drabble! Warmings- death/demons/spooky szn stuff

The sun had set and the final flicker from your match had gone out. Stars filled the endless sky as the last remnants of dirt fell on top of the hole you'd dug.

Brushing off your legs, standing and taking a step back to look upwards. Wondering if it was the last time you'd ever see the night sky so beautifully.

Yours eyes fell closed, breathing in the cool breeze and holding your arms outstretched waiting for whatever swirl of heat to surge forth and consume you.

You'd watched the light leave your sister's eyes and then been forced to watch the men who'd taken her life go free. Wandering this cold unforgiving earth-a place you no longer wished to be a part of.

An old polaroid photo, a candle, graveyard dirt, and a bargain to be struck. That's all you wanted.

And yet after a moment you didn't feel anything. No wall of flames licking at your body. No heinous cackling or screams of the damned as you made your deal.

Cracking one eye open all that lay before you was the crystal clear sky, and the barren crossroads ahead. Nothing. It hadn't worked.

Anger bubbled up in your chest then anguish. Realizing your soul might not've been enough of a trade for the lives of those that deserved to pay.

Tossing your purse that sat at your feet to hang over one shoulder, turning on the heel of your boot and walking away from this place.

Perhaps you'd need to seek revenge in another....more human way.

"Now where are you going pretty girl?"

You spun around to look back at the crossroads but no one was there. Heart hammering then falling at the blank dirt path. No one.

Resuming, and turning to face the path you'd walked in on you gasped nearly falling backwards.

Instead coming face to face with a tall, devilishly handsome man with slicked back dark hair, neatly pressed suit and eyes that glowed red like flaming coal embers.

"Leaving so soon? I thought we have a deal to be made."

Your mouth bobbed open, too stunned to speak. It had worked. The shock must've been painted over your face as the man...no-demon, laughed.

Tucking his hands into his pockets, walking around you and dead center stopping at the intersection. You'd heard of crossroads demons before, had you been told they'd be so hard to look away from?

He raised a hand out and the ground seemed to rumble beneath your feet. Watching as the small lump of dirt you'd built up parted and the box you had buried lifted out of the ground and landed softly into his hands.

Opening the clasp and pulling out your picture from the box he held it up, cocking his head to the side as he examined the photo then those wicked eyes glanced back up to you.

"Such a gorgeous creature, wants to make a bargain with me?"

You bit your lip, swallowing your fear and nodding. The corner of his mouth ticked back, grinning. He was positively entrancing, but he was a demon and that was to be expected.

"I want the men who took my sister's life to pay-and pay dearly. Make it slow...and terrible."

At your response his eyes seemed to brighten with each word you spoke, he was a handsome man but an otherworldly nature was undeniable.

You blinked and he was gone. Stunned you went to move but instead felt searing large hands holding you in place. Hot breath fanned over your ear and along your collar bone.

"It is done." As the grip loosened an iota your could only turn your neck to look up at the figure looming behind you. "Shall we seal the deal?"

Before you could speak the agreement out loud a part of you knew he already was aware of your answer. You felt those lips press to your own, slotting over your mouth in the most delicious and forbidden of ways.

He kissed you so deeply you felt he was inside you. His essence enveloping every cell in your body, sealing your fate from the inside out. And you loved every second of it.

Pleasure rippled through your body and while his hands never left your waist and the back of your neck you felt him between your legs, tracing along your chest and soaring through your blood.

And in an instant he was gone and you stood alone, still shuddering at the feeling of him, his taste, his touch. But you heard his voice from somewhere in your core, "Until I see you next time."

And you knew with that, your fate was sealed.

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Coming back from the dead to say BEN BARNES DRESSED AS A POLICE OFFICER.????!!

He looks like the main character from a romance novel. Like I come back home to save my families farm and he’s the local sheriff that I went to high school with and we both fall in love

Hallmark movie magic 🙌

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Listen to the little voice in your brain telling you to act hornier. That's an angel talking and she's telling you how to get to heaven

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Practical Magic (1998) dir. Griffin Dunne

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Guess what? IM WRITING SOMETHING

but my question is- I want to write it as first person (You would be read as "I" and Billy would have his own chapters written in "I" format as well.) I want to know if that would be enjoyable for you guys or if i should just stick to "you" second person>?

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bitches be like “he’s my comfort character” and it’s just some dude covered in blood

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"Feed me and tell me I'm pretty" except it's "reblog something and tell me I'm not a fraud"

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