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She is the only one who calls me Spence and the only one to own this heart @ablondepistol

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[deanwalkerchester]

Je regrette... | Ficlet

Dean stood in the foyer, loosening his tie a bit more. It was date night for Dean Winchester and Lisa Braeden. Ben was off at a sleepover, and Lisa had thought they were overdue for a nice dinner together.

Things had been getting weird. There were a rash of strange bitings, with hundreds in hospitals with high fevers and hallucinations. Ben’s school had been shut down for fear of an intense flu outbreak, and Lisa was forced to cancel classes. She’d been going stir crazy, and getting Ben out was a blessing for her. And Dean, if he was being honest. He’d played way too many rounds of Guitar Hero in the past few days for it to be enjoyable. It was just him and Lisa. And since he’d started getting out of bed, waiting to share a room with her, it was all he really wanted.

He looked at his watch. If Lisa didn’t hurry, they’d be late for their reservation. “Lisa,” he called up the stairs. “C’mon, we gotta go!” He waited for a response. Lisa was always quick to respond, ready with a joke or tease. But nothing came. “Lisa!” He waited again, but to no avail. Now that he thought about it... she’d been wearing a jacket earlier, in 75 degree weather. She’d also been favoring her left arm. He started up the stairs, worry creasing his brow.

When he got to her door, he knocked, more for manners than necessity. “Lisa, you okay?” Once again, he received no answer, so he stepped into her room. Her clothes from when she came in were strewn over her bed. He smiled a bit as he took it all in, but the smile faded when he caught sight of a bloody bit of gauze on the night stand. He walked over, picking it up. The stain was in the shape of a bite.

He turned at a strange sound coming from behind the cracked bathroom door. He swore it sounded like a mix between a growl and a groan. And the Braedens didn’t have a dog. He crept over to it, careful to make as little sound as possible. He slowly pushed the door open, letting out a sigh of relief when he saw Lisa standing with her back to him, looking in the mirror. But the relief didn’t last as long as he’d hoped. She was swaying a bit, her arms awkwardly hanging at her sides. She seemed... listless. He stepped into the bathroom proper, and cleared his throat.

“Lis? C’mon we gotta go,” he chided, watching her... sniff the air? “You can... uh... contemplate world domination later.”

She finally turned then, and Dean felt his stomach drop.

Her eyes were white, her face dead. Her movement was sloppy and awkward. And Dean had seen enough movies to know exactly what she was. Was this what was happening? This? “Oh, God, no. Lis-”

She... it growled at him, and lunged. He tried to shut the door, get it between them, but he wasn’t fast enough. She grabbed him and sunk her teeth into his shoulder.

And he woke up with a gasp. He was back in the Impala, parked in a tucked-away parking lot so he could sleep on the road. The growling was real. A walker was trying to get into the car, failing as its gross hands squeaked against his baby. He ground his teeth and sighed. He rolled down the window, and as soon as he could fit this hand through, punched his hunting knife into the bastard’s forehead. He pulled it closer as he rolled the window up, and yanked his knife back out, watching the walker fall as he closed the window the rest of the way.

Dean yawned, rubbing his eyes, hard. He hadn’t slept for long, but it was daylight. Early morning by the looks of it. It’d been a week since he had left Lisa and Ben behind at Fort Knox, and a good night of sleep hadn’t come easy. If he wasn’t dreaming about Lisa, it was Ben, or even Sam. But Sam was lucky, he was spared seeing the planet he’d saved turned upside down as they fought to beat the zombie apocalypse.

He looked down at the passenger seat, into his open duffel bag. Shirts, socks, and a shotgun were all sticking out of it. But underneath that, he could see the corner of a photo. He looked around, making sure that the walker he’d just killed was the only one, then reached over, pulling the picture out from under his black tee.

It was him and Lisa, about two months before, and a month before the shit really hit the fan. It was from the corkboard they had in the kitchen. He had his head over her shoulder, and they were both smiling like they were really happy. Probably because he was. He had a picture of Ben, too. But it was the one of him and Lisa that he looked at when he needed to. She’d been the one to bring him back from the brink after Sam took Michael and Lucifer into the Pit. She’d been the one who held him when he woke up shouting, who stroked his hair when he couldn’t stop crying, who teased him when he fell and kissed him when he smiled. He missed her.

But he’d left her.

She was safe in Fort Knox. It’s why he was okay with leaving. He couldn’t stop. He had friends- family- to check up on. She had to stay still to take care of hers. They’d fought, both hurting each other with words. But nothing hurt more than when he kissed her hair, and Ben’s, as he snuck out before dawn, stealing a few photos and leaving a note filled with promises that may turn out to be empty.

Here he was, alone again, in a parking lot for a mom & pop’s restaurant in North Carolina. He looked out around him again for walkers, then started the Impala, dropping the picture in his bag again. He was headed for Georgia. He’d heard Jo was down there from a contact he’d ran into in Virginia, and he figured it’d be good to see the blonde hunter again.

[thedirtyangel-blog]

Petname: Sparky.

“Sparky? Sure is better than Dare’Bear.” 

[cold-indifference]

+ ablondepistol started following you

Lyron licked his lips, a smile forming at the corner of his mouth. "Hey there." He ran a hand through his hair, "Please trust me when I say that I don't look like this normally." 

[samsxcola]

My favorite thing about your writing is that everything is so well-thought out, so intricate, and in the end it is a masterpiece. You create such wonderful plots and arcs, and you have so much fun doing it. That's what I love about your writing.

[*falls over* Thank you, so much.  *pets* ;3; I didn't expect this.]

[shadesxofxwinter-blog]

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Open the doors, and you're all waiting.  Welcome. 

[deanwalkerchester]

Ah.

I see my group has returned from their sexcation.

[thedirtyangel-blog]

ablondepistol

Do they follow me: Yes | No

Do I follow them: Yes | No | Now

(If I follow them) Opinion on their blog: Man, where do I start? The Mun of Jo is so effing nice, you don’t understand! I haven’t RP’d with her just yet, but I definitely will someday! I think she’s an amazing person, and an amazing writer. Rock on with yo’ bad self! ♥

[quoth-the-prophet-chuck]

00C: So I follow you on another account, and I ran across that Hate!Anon. First of all, wow, Anon. Really? Did you not have anything better to do than send such an awful message to someone that clearly doesn't deserve it? You should be ashamed of yourself for being so cruel. And to the mod of this blog, DO NOT listen to that bullshit. You play a fantastic Chuck and I enjoy reading your stuff. This Anon is apparently a tool. Keep up your awesomeness, darlin'. You're incredible.

((I agree, anons are a big bag of dicks so thank you

[samsxcola]

For my 202 followers on my Sam account :D ...and on all other accounts.  :D

I'll try to give more shoutouts next video.  And hopefully I'll look better.

[deanwalkerchester]

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[text] My ass hurts from sitting on this damn porch[text] Can I just have a sign?[text] Anything? [text] Daryl’s a cool guy.[text] I expected his voice to sound completely different though[text] He sounds like a college kid[text] I’m sorry I’m whiny.[text] Never thought I’d be that guy.[text] Missing a girl so bad it has to come up all the time.[text] Just hurts.[text] I’m a terrible third-wheel.[text] The flat tire on a tricycle. 

[devilsnotary]

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[brightorangeaura-blog]

OOC: Just wanted to make a thank you post.

This is for all the people who follow me and who have roleplayed with me. I've had Frankie lurking about in my mind for awhile but I know OCs have a hard time in the RP world. But you all have been so warm and welcoming and RP with me and I can't thank you enough.

So here.

Have a bunny.

THANK YOU.

[samsxcola]

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