#✱ 〻 dean winchester — verse: ???.

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THE MOST CLICHÉ LINES OF DIALOGUE

@fellandfeathers: "You say that like it's a bad thing."

Dean had joked about Aziraphale's apparent reluctance to get his hands dirty, saying something along the lines of 'You're an angel, right? Aren't you supposed to be all smiting and burning bushes? Instead, you're running a bookshop and sipping tea?'.

His tone had been half-mocking, half-exasperated, and he was met with a calm and ever-so-slightly condescending response, which made his lips curl into a slight, lopsided grin.

"Well, I guess I just ain't used to seeing an angel more concerned with tea 'n crumpets than kicking a demon's ass."

Dean's tone is dripping with sarcasm. He's seen all sorts of things in his life—demons, monsters, the works. But an angel who looks like she's straight out of a Jane Austen novel? That's new.

Dean pushes off the wall, his demeanor shifting from defensive to curious. 

"But hey, whatever floats your celestial boat. Just seems to me like y'might be missin' the whole point of bein' a warrior of God, y'know?"

He crosses his arms over his chest, his leather jacket creaking with the movement. 

"Or is that just another bedtime story, like the one 'bout Gabriel kicking Lucifer's ass outta Heaven?"

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D3AN W1NCHESTER TAG DROP

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HOUSE M.D. SENTENCE STARTERS

@burninq: "Oh, I’m sorry, I thought we were having a state-the-obvious contest."

Maybe it was the scenery that kept him on high alert: the dimly lit alley, a narrow passageway where a damp chill hung in the air, with shadows cast from the street as the last pedestrians made their way home.

But Dean has most of his cards on Calcifer’s fangs, now out for display. He’d noticed something strange emanating from the man before, but he doesn’t trust most people, so he assumed it had been for entirely human reasons.

When he states the obvious—that the other’s a vampire—it’s more as a comment made in passing than anything else, cursing himself for not carrying the weaponry necessary to keep himself safe in case things go south, but Calcifer takes the opportunity to sprinkle some sass in, to which Dean responds with a huff.

"Well, duh…"

His hand slips to where it meets the gun tucked into the back of his jeans, but he doesn’t move to pull it out.

"And now for the big question: you out for my blood?"

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THE MOST CLICHÉ LINES OF DIALOGUE

@6tasis: "I've always wanted to do that."

"Really now?"

Dean thinks any slab of wood with white paint on it can serve as a good target, especially with the proper set of knives. Throwing them is an art he doesn’t delve into often, but he considers himself a bit of a self-taught expert, and it was hard to say no to Laura when she’d shown such keen interest on his hobbies.

And she wasn’t so bad at it herself, lodging it to the left of the center point. But it could’ve been just beginner’s luck.

"Want me to show you how I do it?"

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THE MOST CLICHÉ LINES OF DIALOGUE

@dopplgaenger: "It's quiet. too quiet."

"Not good."

It never is, because at least with the sound of footsteps and moving objects, he could guess where the monsters were hiding. But now, in the dead silence, no matter how hard he tries, all he can hear is their breaths.

Bringing his gun to his chest, he gestures for her to come closer with a shake of his head.

"Stay near me."

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cont. + @bornbreathless

Dean knows what a coincidence is, and he knows this isn't one—however, if she wants to pretend that she hasn’t been following him, he'll go along with it, but he'll be extra careful moving forward.

"Depends... are y'gonna make me pay?"

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SAM WINCHESTER-DAVIS: TAG DROP

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HOUSE M.D. SENTENCE STARTERS

@fcrtnite: "Are you hallucinating?" (From Nadia)

Dean blinks, running a hand over his face and pressing his fingers to his temples as if he can physically push the swirling images out of his mind. For a moment, Nadia's face blurs, her voice seeming to echo like he's speaking from the end of a tunnel.

When she asks, there's a hint of concern in her tone, and Dean knows what that means: she's seen this before, maybe even knows what's causing it.

Letting out a ragged breath, Dean focuses on his face.

"I don't--I don't know."

His voice feels rough, almost unfamiliar to his own ears.

"Feels like… hell, I can't even tell what's real right now."

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PROMPTS FOR LIES, DECEIT, AND VILLAINY

@sunblud: "You're a horrible liar."

Dean likes to think he has everything under control—that he's good at playing the part, convincing people of the unbelievable, and most often the opposite.  

He even trusts himself to be able to portray a liar, specifically a bad one, which often comes in handy when it comes to tricking people into believing the opposite of what's true. 

This time, however, it's none of those things, much to his dismay. He's been caught red-handed, coming up with the most terrible excuse. 

"That obvious, huh?"

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cont. + @bucketkicked

Dean was no stranger to death—he had faced it many times, always told it would be the last time, a mere exception. Yet, he kept getting brought back for a "greater purpose."

With that track record, you couldn't blame him for letting it all get to his head.

But Irene sounds serious in her threat (which, for anyone else, might have been just a reminder of a fact of life as normal as breathing). The way she speaks of his demise makes the hairs on the back of his neck prickle, and he quickly raises a hand to scratch at it.

"I can only hope you don't come 'round any time soon… There are still a lot of things I have left to do."

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🎃: for our muses to carve jack-o-lanterns together (for Sam or Dean)

Dean loves the opportunity to use his pocket knife for reasons beyond self-defense, and pumpkin carving is easily among his top three.

So when Charlie showed up with three pumpkins (one was for Sam, but he was out running errands, and these often ran long), he knew he had to get to work.

After they cleared out the pumpkins, Dean began carving. Instead of the usual Jack-O-Lantern design, he opted for a unique creation comprised mostly of skulls.

"What d'y'think?"

He's very proud of how it turned out, leaving it on display for Charlie. Along the same lines, he's curious about her pumpkin.

"What 'bout you? What did y'do?"

HALLOWEEN PROMPTS

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Figures. There’s little reason for Dean to say no besides the fact that he has to be up at the crack of dawn the next morning—but when has that ever stopped him?

"What d’y’suggest we do? It better be good."

No, she is not going to stop looking at him like that. If anything, the look gets more intense. "But aren't you so bored right now? We should go do something fun. Please?"

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CARING FOR STUBBORN MUSES

@ruinedmyself: "You’ll be even worse off if you don’t let me bandage this."

Dean's eyes narrow as he stares at Sam—or rather, this version of Sam, the one who isn't really his brother. A strange, unsettling feeling stirs in his gut whenever he looks at him. His demeanor is familiar, and his concern is genuine, but the appearance… it just isn't right.

"I'm fine."

Dean grumbles, holding his arm tightly against his side. The wound is deep, but he's not willing to admit it. A thin line of blood trails down from his bicep to his fingertips, dripping steadily onto the wooden floorboards.

"Seriously--I've had worse."

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HOUSE M.D. SENTENCE STARTERS

@bornbreathless: "I approve of your shamelessness."

"I don’t know if I should be flattered or offended."

Dean said, watching her with furrowed brows and crossed arms, trying to read her expression for an answer... but to no avail.

"But... thank you?"

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HOUSE M.D. SENTENCE STARTERS

@theweredrifter: "I said I was an addict. I didn't say I had a problem."

Dean leans back against the booth seat, arms crossed, with sharp eyes fixed on Gabriel. The dim lights of the rundown bar cast shadows across the other's disheveled appearance—unshaven, hair a mess, and clothes that had seen better days.

Dean has seen desperation before, but there is something different about Gabriel. The guy looks like he's been through hell and back, and it's no surprise for him to learn that he has his addictions.

Although when he speaks about them, his voice is calm, but the weight behind his words is hard to miss. Dean raises an eyebrow, letting the silence linger momentarily before responding.

"Right, and I'm sure that's workin' out real well for you."

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Dean doesn't do much in terms of stopping her; he just lets it happen with a confused yet intrigued half-smile. The bottle never makes it back to him, but that's okay, for he had had enough, and it was empty anyway.

"What were we huntin' again?"

He did pay attention to Blend's explanation the first time, but the beer he'd drank to pass the time is clouding his memory, and now that he's paying for the drinks and rising from his seat, it's in his best interest to know exactly what they're dealing with.

DEAN from DOWNS1DE: "They  say  once  you  start  drinking  alone  you’re  an  alcoholic.  I’m  really  trying  to  avoid  that." from HERE ( accepting! inbox closed )

          blend takes the distraction to swipe the frosted bottle from hunter’s hand, tipping it back to gulp down the brews last lingering traces before placing the bottle back on the bar, face twisting with the bitter coat it leaves on her tongue & lips—- blend wishes it wasn’t an action born of instinct, that she actually enjoyed the cold beverage, but tortuous childhood had robbed any of it’s enjoyment from her ( replaced it with the cloying smell of it stuck to furniture and making the corner of the carpet sticky ). seldom does blend allow herself company on the few & rare hunts she indulges herself in, but company is more than welcome for once, blend pats @downs1de’s arm, head tilting towards the door, ❛ —-well y’ain’t alone, for now, but y’gonna be if I don’t get you on yer feet and start doing what we do best. ❜