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โ Favourite dialogue you've written for your muse.
"You watch a vampire regurgitate a piece of a guy's neck and keep your food down Sammy." Nadine huffed, shoving his chest lightly before walking back to Castiel and Dean.
"You got a real charming way of convincing people to spend time with you." He coughed, his ribs starting to ache from his previous impact with the ground.
"Big fuckin' needle." He slurred, attempting to pat his lower back where Grace had stabbed a needle into him, right next to the throbbing bullet wound.
"I'm always sleepy honey, i'm old," Dean says, words muffled by Charmeines hands squishing his cheeks and Caleb snorts at the stupid look on his father's face.
(Joseph bids him a good morning.)
"It sure was,"
The words paired with the nonchalant sip of his coffee feels like a slap in Joseph's face. He knows he has little right to be upset, but he can't deny how much it stings and he barely hides a wince. He hears John let out an angry scoff from his left, not appreciating the tone Dean took with his older brother and it takes Joseph holding his hand out and shaking his head gently to stop him from storming forward and giving the flannel clad brunette a piece of his mind.
"Well luckily you have a father that can afford food so there's no need to go hannibal on us," Dean says, pushing himself off the bed and picking Ace up.
"I can hear you thinkingโgo to sleep,"
His voice is raspy and rough, the bruising on his throat no doubt making it painful to utter out the words.
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๐ ๐ง๐๐ฏ๐๐ซ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ฌ๐ก ๐ญ๐จ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ฌ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐๐๐๐ข๐ง๐๐. ๐โ๐ ๐ซ๐๐ญ๐ก๐๐ซ ๐๐ฅ๐จ๐๐ญ ๐จ๐ฏ๐๐ซ ๐จ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ซ ๐ฉ๐๐จ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐โ๐ฌ ๐ฆ๐ข๐ง๐๐ฌ ๐๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฆ๐๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ซ๐ข๐๐ญ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐๐ฅ๐ฎ๐ข๐ ๐๐ง๐ ๐ง๐จ๐ง-๐ฉ๐๐ซ๐๐๐ข๐ฏ๐๐๐ฅ๐; ๐ฆ๐จ๐ซ๐ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ค๐ ๐ ๐ญ๐ซ๐๐ง๐ฌ๐ฉ๐๐ซ๐๐ง๐ญ, ๐ฉ๐๐ซ๐๐๐จ๐ฑ๐ข๐๐๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ข๐ซ๐ข๐๐๐ฌ๐๐๐ง๐ญ ๐๐ซ๐๐๐ญ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ ๐ซ๐๐ญ๐ก๐๐ซ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ง ๐๐ง ๐๐๐ญ๐ฎ๐๐ฅ ๐ฉ๐๐ซ๐ฌ๐จ๐ง
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ใปใใใป๏ผ๐ค๐โ๏ธ ๐๐ญ๐ฌ ๐ฆ๐๐ฌ๐ญ๐๐ซ๐ฅ๐ข๐ฌ๐ญ!
ืืเซข ๐ค๐๐ฒ: หหห ยดหห ๐ ๐๐ง๐ซ๐: ๐งธ - ๐๐ฅ๐ฎ๐๐, ๐ป- ๐๐ง๐ ๐ฌ๐ญ, ๐ฆ - ๐ก๐ฎ๐ฆ๐จ๐ซ, ๐ช - ๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ญ,๐ช - ๐ก๐จ๐ซ๐ซ๐จ๐ซ, ๐๏ธ - ๐ญ๐ก๐ซ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ๐๐ซ, ๐ฆ - ๐ฆ๐ฒ๐ฌ๐ญ๐๐ซ๐ฒ, ๐ - ๐๐ซ๐ข๐ฆ๐, ๐ฏ - ๐๐๐ง๐ญ๐๐ฌ๐ฒ, ๐ธ๏ธ - ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ฉ๐๐ซ๐ง๐๐ญ๐ฎ๐ซ๐๐ฅ, ๐ฆ - ๐๐๐ข๐ซ๐ฒ๐ญ๐๐ฅ๐, ๐ค - ๐ฉ๐จ๐๐ญ๐ซ๐ฒ, ๐ฅข - ๐ซ๐จ๐ฆ๐๐ง๐ญ๐ข๐, ๐ฅ - ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐๐ญ๐จ๐ง๐ข๐ หหห ยดหห ๐ญ๐ซ๐จ๐ฉ๐๐ฌ: ๐โโฌ - ๐๐ซ๐ข๐๐ง๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐๐๐ง๐๐๐ข๐ญ๐ฌ, ๐ฐ - ๐๐๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๐ญ ๐๐ซ๐ข๐๐ง๐๐ฌ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฏ๐๐ซ๐ฌ, ๐ค - ๐๐ง๐๐ฆ๐ข๐๐ฌ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฏ๐๐ซ๐ฌ, ๐ฉ - ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ซ๐๐ง๐ ๐๐ซ๐ฌ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฏ๐๐ซ๐ฌ, ๐ฆข - ๐๐๐ฌ๐ญ ๐๐ซ๐ข๐๐ง๐'๐ฌ ๐๐ซ๐จ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ซ/๐ฌ๐ข๐ฌ๐ญ๐๐ซ, ๐ - ๐๐๐ค๐ ๐ซ๐๐ฅ๐๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง๐ฌ๐ก๐ข๐ฉ, ๐ฐ - ๐๐ฌ๐ญ๐๐๐ฅ๐ข๐ฌ๐ก๐๐ ๐ซ๐๐ฅ๐๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง๐ฌ๐ก๐ข๐ฉ หหห ยดหห ๐๐ฎ๐ฌ: ๐ - ๐ฌ๐ฆ๐๐ฎ, ๐๏ธ - ๐๐จ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐ฎ, โฐ๏ธ - ๐ฆ๐๐๐ข๐ ๐๐ฎ, ๐ช - ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐๐ญ๐ ๐๐ฎ, ๐ป - ๐ฌ๐จ๐ง๐ ๐๐ข๐๐ฌ หหห ยดหห ๐๐ก๐๐ซ๐๐๐ญ๐๐ซ: ๐ - ๐๐๐ฆ๐๐ฅ๐ ๐ซ๐๐๐๐๐ซ, โ๏ธ - ๐๐๐ฆ๐๐ฅ๐ ๐๐ก๐๐ซ๐๐๐ญ๐๐ซ, ๐ - ๐ฆ๐๐ฅ๐ ๐ซ๐๐๐๐๐ซ, ๐ชต - ๐ฆ๐๐ฅ๐ ๐๐ก๐๐ซ๐๐๐ญ๐๐ซ, ๐งบ - ๐ ๐๐ง๐๐๐ซ ๐ง๐๐ฎ๐ญ๐ซ๐๐ฅ ๐ซ๐๐๐๐๐ซ, ๐น - ๐ ๐๐ง๐๐๐ซ ๐ง๐๐ฎ๐ญ๐ซ๐๐ฅ ๐๐ก๐๐ซ๐๐๐ญ๐๐ซ, ๐ - ๐จ๐ ๐ซ๐๐๐๐๐ซ หหห ยดหห ๐จ๐ซ๐ข๐ ๐ข๐ง๐๐ฅ๐ฌ/๐๐ซ๐จ๐ฌ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฏ๐๐ซ๐ฌ: ๐ฏ๏ธ - ๐ฅ๐๐ฅ ๐๐ก๐๐ซ๐๐๐ญ๐๐ซ, ๐ฌ - ๐ฆ๐๐ง๐ข๐๐ ๐๐ก๐๐ซ๐๐๐ญ๐๐ซ, ๐ฅฅ - ๐๐ฏ๐ข๐๐ญ๐๐ ๐๐ก๐๐ซ๐๐๐ญ๐๐ซ หหห ยดหห ๐๐ฑ๐ญ๐ซ๐๐ฌ: ๐ชฆ - ๐๐๐ซ๐ค ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ฆ๐๐ฌ,โ๏ธ - ๐ฉ๐จ๐ฅ๐ฒ๐๐ฆ๐จ๐ซ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฌ, ๐๏ธ - ๐ฆ๐จ๐ซ๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ง ๐จ๐ง๐ ๐ข๐ง๐ญ๐๐ซ๐๐ฌ๐ญ, ๐ - ๐ฐ๐ซ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐๐ง ๐ฌ๐๐ซ๐ข๐๐ฌ, โ๏ธ - ๐จ๐ง๐ ๐จ๐ข๐ง๐ , ๐ถ - ๐จ๐ง ๐ก๐จ๐ฅ๐, ๐๏ธ - ๐๐จ๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐๐ญ๐๐, ๐ - ๐ซ๐๐ช๐ฎ๐๐ฌ๐ญ๐๐, ๐ฉน - ๐๐ฏ๐๐ง๐ญ
๏ฝฅ๏พ๏พ๏ฝฅ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๐ชต๐๐งธ ๐จ๐ง๐-๐ฌ๐ก๐จ๐ญ๐ฌ/๐๐ซ๐๐๐๐ฅ๐๐ฌ!
หหห ยดหห ๐จ๐ญ๐!
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๏ฝฅ๏พ๏พ๏ฝฅ๏ฝก๐ชต๐๐งธ ๐๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐๐จ๐จ๐ค๐ฌ!
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หหยฐโข*โโท ๐ง๐๐ข๐ ๐ก๐๐จ๐ซ๐ฌ; ๐งธ๐ป๐ฆ๐ช๐ฅข๐ฐ๐๏ธ๐๐โ๏ธ๐โ๏ธ
หหยฐโข*โโท ๐ฆ๐จ๐ซ๐ ๐๐จ๐ฆ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฌ๐จ๐จ๐งโฆ!
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หหห ยดหห ๐ค๐ข๐ฆ ๐ญ๐๐๐ก๐ฒ๐ฎ๐ง๐ [๐ฏ]!
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หหยฐโข*โโท ๐๐จ๐ฆ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฌ๐จ๐จ๐งโฆ!
หหยฐโข*โโท ๐โ๏ธ @honey-andmilkteaโ - ๐๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ซ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ๐ฌ ๐ซ๐๐ฌ๐๐ซ๐ฏ๐๐, ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐๐๐ฌ๐ ๐๐จ ๐ง๐จ๐ญ ๐ซ๐๐ฉ๐จ๐ฌ๐ญ, ๐๐๐ข๐ญ, ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐๐ ๐ข๐๐ซ๐ข๐ณ๐, ๐๐ญ๐.
: ฬฬโ ๐ค๐ชต๐ชถ ๐๐ซ๐จ๐ฐ๐ง ๐๐ข๐ฏ๐ข๐๐๐ซ๐ฌ ๐๐ซ๐๐๐ข๐ญ! @danowh0re
: ฬฬโ ๐ค๐ชต๐ชถ ๐ฉ๐ฎ๐๐ฅ๐ข๐ฌ๐ก๐๐ ๐จ๐ง: ๐๐.๐๐.๐๐
: ฬฬโ ๐ค๐ชต๐ชถ ๐ฎ๐ฉ๐๐๐ญ๐๐: -
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โโ๐ฉโโ๐ฎโโ๐ฆโโ๐ฑโโ๐ดโโ๐ฌโโ๐บโโ๐ชโโ
โ Favourite dialogue you've written for your muse.
"I don't particularly enjoy articles and newspapers either. I do find myself engaging with quite a bit of historical non-fiction." Castiel replies, a somewhat coy smile tugging on his lips. By non-fiction of course he meant ancient texts and many, many papers of the creatures that plagued earth.
"There's obviously some kind of binding, keeping his memories locked away and probably stabilising his place in the universe, which would be very unstable otherwise. If I can find a way to break it he should, theoretically, be removed from the universe and returned here." Castiel explains, he wasn't completely sure if what he said was true but it was all he had to work with at the moment.
"I know how you feel and I don't have high hopes for it going well either but are weโฆ Are we really going to pretend forever?" Castiel's question made Sam furrow his brows, wondering what the hell they could be talking about. Pretend what?
"We had aโฆ Minor disagreement." Castiel muttered but didn't seem to want to elaborate. (In reference to Dean and Cas breakup #1000000000)
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โ Favourite dialogue you've written for your muse.
"Course he's happy, he got all the bullshit we've been through yoinked outta his head," Dean stands and walks over to join Sam and Remiel by the table, "so how we gettin' him outta there?" He asks, crossing his arms over his chest.
"And finally he gets it, I really don't know how we got anythin' done with your slow ass on the books." Dean continued to throw callous words at him, stalking over to him far too quickly.
"I don't know what you think you're doin' pal but it'll be a lot better for your health if you drop that key and get back in that shtibox you rode in on." A voice he'd never heard before growled behind him, dark and heavy and filling Liam's senses with nothing but white hot fear.
"You're looking good hotshot, see you stole my look too." Those green eyes shimmer with amusement, nothing but warmth in his voice as he gestures to their coincidentally matching flannel shirts.
"That's my kid." He'd said, a giddy grin on his face and butterflies in his chest as he jabbed his thumb in the direction Dylan had run off.
"You'd think these knuckleheads woulda gotten' it through their thick skulls by now, we've been've been here for a year for fuck's sake." Dean rolls his eyes.
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โก๏ธ - Lightning for Dean Winchester <3
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"Used to really hate thunderstorms as a kid," Dean mused, bent over the impala and toying with bits and bobs around the engine, "before Sammy came along I'd always run to mom and dad's room whenever it really started comin' down." He smiled, leaning back and grabbing at something from his toolbox.
"Mom would always be awake, like she knew the second it started thundering I was gonna run my lil ass down the hall and into their bed." He reminisced fondly, mossy green eyes distant as he eyed the engine.
"She'd wrap me up right in the middle of her and dad, pat my hair, tell me I was okay, the usual shtick yanno." He chuckled, resting his palms against the car. "Then she'd sing me right to sleep, worked every time, like magic." He pet the impala gently and stuck himself right back into work, wrench latching onto something and Dean latching himself back onto the task at hand.
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โ Crushes
Dean catches feelings like stray dogs catch fleas, a lot of those feelings are skin deep but not always. He appreciates a pretty face and a nice ass but killer personalities really reel him in, a sense of humour doesn't hurt either. His first few crushes during school were on a few cheerleaders and jocks, but out in the real world other Hunter's sons and daughters with the same haunted smiles and well timed jokes caught his attention. He never acted on half of them, mostly because he wasn't ready to deal with what John would say about him bringing another boy home. Now that he's older it's harder for those feelings to stick but when they do it's like gum on his shoe.
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โ The Devil
You are very horny on main, and people don't know how deep your rabbit holes go. If they knew they probably would never make eye contact with you again. There's more to you than meets the eye, and by that I mean you dress like you shop at JC Penny but your kink list has 50+ items on it.
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โ The Empress
Mom why are you taking my quiz. Yes I unloaded the dishwasher. No I don't want any cake. Yes I would love some hot cocoa. I love you too Mom. Seriously though, you are the "Mom Friend", everyone goes to you when they're sad, and you gotta clean up all the messes because the babies around you can't deal. You deserve better honestly, don't be afraid to tell them to grow up. You definitely have your shit together and knew this was coming.
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