#c; dean (there ain't no other men like me)

[aerospectrum]

starter for @rpwiththelilflower

Dean focused on matter at hand, getting the lid on this guys to go cup of flat sprite and making sure he had a ride home from the bar-- a safe ride. He watched the guys friends collect him and turned his attention back to the girl at the far end of the counter still nursing a half full glass of water. "You know, I could doctor that up for you.. throw a few lemons in, a lime, hell even a cherry if it gets that sour look off your face." he teases, leaning forward on the bar counter. "What brings you in here, huh, bad breakup?"

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@riiese asked: Hilda told him that human beings, on the thirty-first of October (not that Ingvar knew what an October was, nor that there were thirty-one of them), there was a holiday known as Halloween. And on this Halloween, humans enjoyed dressing up in frightful or silly costumes, and giving each other candy and sweets. He may not have had any candy to give, but he did have a small basket of apples — the baskets having been so generously provided by his small friend, Hilda — for each of his friends. Apples were sweet, and delicious, and therefore good for Halloween, weren't they? Hilda even took the time to write a note in neat cursive: HAPPY HALLOWEEN FROM YOUR FAVORITE BIG GUY AND LITTLE LADY

Dean eyed the writing on the note and smiled happily to himself, a soft chuckle fell from his lips and his green eyes flickered up to the doorway when Cas finally came down the steps looking worn out and cold- as if he'd been caught in the turmoil of a windstorm. "How about you and I take a trip out towards that forest." He threw Cas a wink and then nodded to the baskets filled with bright greens and warm yellows. "I think these two oughta get the full Halloween experience, what'd'ya say?" he asked.

Castiel's entire demeanor shifted from exhaustion to excitement almost instantly as he took a chance to read the smooth handwriting wishing him and Dean a Happy Samhain-- Halloween. "I think that sounds like a plan." he nodded. Slowly both men searched around for something of equal measure when it came to the Halloween basket, but when it came down to the wire-- Dean found an oversized duffel bag and Cas- with little convincing made his way all across the earth, collecting different trinkets, treasures, and treats to overflow the bag for their gentle giant and his small yet feisty friend. Cas carried the bag while Dean led the way, crunching away on one of the tart apples they'd been treated with. Dean even managed to sneak a few tricks into the bag for Hilda and the two made their way through the woods in search of Ingvar and Hilda. Dean spotted the giant while they were still a ways off and without wasting time came upon him with a friendly and jovial shout. "Trick or Treat!" he exclaimed, with Cas tagging on a well intentioned "Happy Halloween!" when he spotted Hilda picking apples not far from Ingvar.

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bunny food

prompts by @raccoonbabey

prompt: Character A is hungry, so Character C spoils them with candy and baked goods. (Bonus: Character B scolds Character C because “That’s not real food!”)

for anon (im sorry it wasn't exactly what you wanted! but you did motivate me to write lol)

pairings: cg!sam winchester, cg!dean winchester x little!OC (munchkin)

warnings: talks of ghosts and graves!

send me more fic asks! :) i love doing these!

tags, as promised: @bunnybeeblog @simpforstefan

It was a long drive back to Kansas, with a case located in Wyoming, 6 hours of route back to the bunker ensued.

Nobody in the crew really minded, by this point it was almost routine, plus this was an easy case, a run of the mill salt and burn - the only particularity being that munchkin had to distract the ghost while the boys digged the grave. So, she was pretty beat after the hunt, the boys knew from experience that, after most hunts, munchkin regressed - it was her way of processing all the emotions that she felt during the hunt, or anything really, plus, the boys loved caring for her whether she was small or big, they all really cared for each other a lot, but when she was small, she was just "so damn cute" as Dean put it.

They were 2 hours in, 4 left to go, they had had breakfast at the motel, only thing was, they had forgotten to get snacks before the drive.

Munchkin was in the back of the car, taking a little nap, when suddenly the car came to a stop, she then slowly woke up.

"Hey sweetheart, Daddy went to the bathroom, you wanna get somethin' to eat at the convenience store?" said Dean, turning to face munchkin from the driver's seat, she was starting to feel hungry, so, she nodded and rubbed her eyes, still sleepy from her nap. Dean went to open her door for her and unbuckle her, she could do this on her own, but he knew that it made her feel extra small when he did little things like that for her.

As she climbed out of the car, Dean offered his hand "What do we do when we cross the street?" He asked "Hold dada, daddy or dae's hand!" She responded chipperly, fully awake by now, as she took his hand "Attagirl" Dean said as they walked to the convenience store, they ran into Sam, who was just exiting the men's room.

"Hey there kiddo, had a good nap?" Sam asked as he bent down to munchkin's level - "Mhm!" She responded "Dada and I was jus gettin' some snackies 'cause we hungry!" She said, looking at the younger Winchester with a big smile on her face. Sam was happy to hear his little princess verbalizing her hunger cues "I think I'll join y'all then, I'm getting the munchies, too" he said as he took munchkin's free hand and started to chat with Dean when they entered the convenience store.

Sam, being the health nut that he is, immediately went for the veg aisle, whereas Dean took munchkin to his favorite aisle, the baked goods aisle- specifically where the pies were.

As Sam joined them, with a basket containing a big bag of baby carrots and ranch, Dean put in some pie and cookies, he then picked some worm gummies and red skittles, munchkin's favorite candy "I think we're all good to go, ain't we, Sammy?" Dean asked his brother, heading for the checkout counter "Uh, Dean I think we need to get some real food in there" Sam said, seeing that the basket was 70% sweets "Seems pretty real to me" Dean responded.

As the two brothers bickered on what was real food and what wasn't ("Rabbit don't equal real!" "OH, and processed does?" "You're such an almond guy" "There's a difference between almond and healthy!" "Yeah but you're an almond" "That's a meme! And I'm so not" "You so are") munchkin went around the store, picking what she was craving, she saw some carrots with hummus, and grabbed those, she then saw an individual bag of salt and vinegar chips and added that one, too, when she returned to the sweets aisle, she tugged on Sam's sleeve "Daddy in how much time are we gettin' lunch?" she asked, "In about two hours, why do you ask, bunny?" he asked, as munchkin put her picks in the basket "ta see if ima be veery hungry or not so much" she said as she took out her gummies and put them back "gotta leave some room for lunch" she said with a shrug "okie now we ready to go!" she said with a smile.

The boys looked at each other, perplexed, what did their little one just do? She never denied candy of any kind, Dean crouched to her height "Baby, is everything alright? You love gummies" he said, concerned "I know dada, but they's not goin' nowhere, plus, I'm craving skittles more today and we're havin' lunch soon, an' i don't wanna be full by lunch, an' i also wanted carrots an' chips" she said, very sure of herself, it did make sense, what she was saying, still, both boys were confused at her sudden vegetable frenzy, when she was small, she usually dreaded those "you can have bunny food AND sweet food, is all 'bout balance, plus I got some hummus because it tastes better than ranch"

The boys shared an "oh well" look, and the argument was settled, they paid for their items and got back on the road, where they shared what each had gotten, and sang along to their shared road trip playlist all the way back to the bunker.

[characterxreaderfics]

Frozen Dean Winchester x Reader Fic

: !! Romantic junk, comedy, and a whole lot of smut lies ahead. You have been warned !!:

P.O.V = point of view

E/C = eye colour

Y/N = your name

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Chapter One

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~Your P.O.V~

| | hello! My name is Y/N , I'm not exactly your average girl, I'm not an instagram model with a thigh gap or a flat tummy, but I'm me! I'm a huge book nerd, I love LOTR, HP, etc. Etc! I don't really listen to anything other than classic rock and occasionally a little bit of Taylor Swift.. also, if you get close to me, you better have licorice.. | |

"Whew.. all done!" You sighed,

You had just filled in a long tinder bio, you read it over and decided it was okay

*click*

*Tinder bio updated!*

You got up from your desk and headed down to the kitchen

Boxes were spread around the kitchen, as you had only moved in just two days prior. You were scavenging the food boxes when you found a box that wasn't supposed to be there.

It was the box with your mother's stuff in it.

Three months before your move, your mother had passed away peacefully in her sleep, she was suffering from bone cancer for nearly two years. She fought hard but couldn't fight any longer. She was always a brave woman, the strongest you ever knew. So when she passed away, you were torn but you knew it was going to be okay.

You picked up the first thing you saw in the box- a picture, it was of her, holding you when you were a baby, you felt tears on the verge of falling, so when you blinked, you accidentally got tears on the picture, you made sure to quickly wipe them away. You turned the picture over, and saw your mother's beautiful handwriting

"October 4th, 1992, going home!"

This was taken just a couple days after you were born, you smiled, looking down at the picture one last time before placing it back in the box and closing it up to put into the attic.

As you were crossing your room, box in hand, you heard a faint *ting!* coming from your computer.

You put the box outside your bedroom door and headed into your room, sat at the computer: and saw a tinder notification.

*you got a match!*

Only a couple seconds later you saw you got a "super-like" and a direct message by "impala67"

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~ Tinder chat ~

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Impala67: hey, so.. we were matched.

Gandalf11: looks like it.

Impala67: what's your name?

Gandalf11: gandalf obvi :P

Impala67: hahah okay, gandalf. For real, what's your name?

Gandalf11: Y/N 's the name! How about you?

Impala67: names Dean :P

Gandalf11: hello, Dean.

Impala67: hello, Y/N.

Gandalf11: so, I don't really know how this whole tinder thing works.. I'm quite new..

Impala67: well, tinder basically just hooks you up with people with similar interests, and then they go out on a date, and see if it works out or not. A lot of people use this site for one-night-stands but that's not really what I'm here for.

Gandalf11: oh! So.. should.. we.. go on a date..??

Impala67: of course! :) are you free on Tuesday?

Gandalf11: hold on let me check.

~ten minutes later~

Impala67: .. hello? y/n?

Gandalf11: hey! Sorry that took so long I had to scavenge the billions of boxes for my calendar 😧 and yes, I'm free this Tuesday.

Impala67: ah, moving?

Gandalf11: just moved in, actually. Been putting off un-packing for two days lol

Impala67: hahah. So, when should I pick you up?

Gandalf11: 5:3o should be good :P

Impala67: great! I'll pick you up then, but I have to go, my brothers bugging me about leaving for our job 😐

Gandalf11: hahah okay, I'll send you my location later but for now ill let you go :)

Impala67: alright, it was nice talking to you, y/n :D

Gandalf11: as it was to you, Dean :) bye!

Impala67: bye :)

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*end of chat*

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~Deans P.O.V~

"Dean! Hurry up we don't have all night!" Sam yelled

"Yeah, yeah!" I yelled back

I got up and put my phone in my pocket, left the room and put on a flannel and a coat, and saw sam already waiting at the door

"Dude.. where's my keys?"

I patted myself down and looked behind me, then I heard tinkling, I looked back at Sam, who, not that surprisingly, was holding my keys teasingly. I walked over to the door, snatched my keys and walked out, and heard him laughing behind me.

I walked up to my baby and opened the door, sam doing the same, and we got in, I started the car, and heard the familiar purr of baby

"Listen to her purr, sammy! Ain't she beautiful?" I exclaimed happily

Sam looked over at me, happy but also a little puzzled

"Dude what's gotten into you? Only two hours ago you were all grumpy then you went on your phone and now suddenly you're so happy" sam chuckled

"What? Can't a guy be happy for once sam? GOD" I said sarcastically.

I looked over at sam, smiling, and watched him laugh while looking out the window. I always loved moments like these, seeing my little brother in a good mood always cheers me up. I started driving onto the main road out of town, there was a pack of vamps camping out in minesota killing sheep and people every week, so we figured we'd go scope the place out.

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~Your P.O.V~

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*ring*

*ring*

*ring*

*ri- S L A M*

"Uuuuggghh" you sigh

You sit up straight, your hair is messy, not the cute messy either, and there's mascara smeared all over your face

You open your eyes to see your mirror in front of you, and scare yourself

"JESUS FUCK AND DAMNATION" you've been scared awake, and then realize you got scared over your own reflection, and then you realize and chuckle to yourself, "why am I laughing to myself? That's so sad, so stereotypical it could be in a cheesy fanfiction." You say to yourself

'That too..' you think

'All of that cou-' you stop yourself, you're thinking too deep into this..

You get up from your bed and head down to the kitchen to make yourself some breakfast

"And todays special breakfast is Ramen with a hardboiled egg.." you whisper to yourself

That's when you hear something crash upstairs, your head jets up to look up the stairs behind you

"What the fuck?" You say shakily

You grab a kitchen knife, the water is still boiling behind you, but thats the least of your worries right now.. you tiptoe to the stairs and look up.. there's nothing there..

You walk up the stairs, knife still in hand

You walk to your room

"Sounds like it came from.. in here.."

You open the door, only to see the cutest black kitten, with the brightest blue eyes you've ever seen. It's adorable, but then you notice it isn't moving.. or breathing. It's a stuffed kitten. Somebody, had somehow gotten their hands on a dead kitten, and had stuffed it, then put it on the dead Centre of your room

"Tick tock" somebody says behind you

You turn around quickly, its a woman with long black hair, a black leather jacket, black jeans and black boots on, she's slim but fit, and has an oval shaped face, and she has blue eyes, and pale skin.

You scream, as she attacks you, right after you scream, you hear the front door get busted open, and she whips her head around while pinning you down, and growls "bloody fucking hunters.."

She looks back at you while you're struggling, and then she gets up quickly and as she's about to leave, two big burly men run in, and within seconds she's pinned to the wall with a machete on her neck.

"WHERE'S THE REST OF THE PACK!?" One man yells

The taller man runs over to you and helps you up

"Are you okay? Did she hurt you? Or bite you?" He says, panicked

"N-no why the hell would some stranger bite me?" You ask

"Nevermind that, we have to get you out of here quickly.

He rushes you out to their car and puts a blanket around you.

"My brother is going to deal with her, for now you need to tell me everything that happened." The tall man says

You don't know what it is about him, but you trust him. Maybe it's because he just saved your life.

You're about to tell him all of what happened when suddenly you're interrupted

You look over to your front door, and see a way too familiar face in your now broken doorway

"Dean?"

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“Oh come on, hey!” He laughs when she smacks him. “It was funny- admit it, admit it was a little funny!” He exclaims through laughter. “Well… maybe tonight’s too late, but there’s no rule that you can’t have a milkshake for breakfast.” Dean clamors along happily, glancing to watch Vera toss her phone with a huff.

“At least the motel has those fancy magic finger beds.” He rolls his eyes, heading up on the turn that’ll lead them to their motel. “If we’re in luck there might even be a few working channels.” He wiggles his elbows like a stooge.

having fished her phone out of the glove compartment, vera is in the middle of taping away a message when he begins questioning what she wants. the woman is only half listening when the last option is posed, but it doesn't stop her from blindly reaching over and smacking his arm. "don't be a pig. if you really want to get me something, i'll take a milkshake.... granted, you'll have to find somewhere that's open right now which i find doubtful given how small this town is."

message sent, she tosses her phone onto the dash with a soft huff. "i'll do some more research once we're back. we can try again tomorrow."

[aerospectrum]

semi-plotted starter for @rpwiththelilflower

The case file papers went flying around the dashboard and windshield the moment Castiel joined them, Dean’s leveled glare was met with an equal intensity from Cas who leaned forward between the shoulders of both brothers. “This is a simple haunt; why did I need to come with?”

“Because I asked you too; what- were you too busy searching for god on flatbread again?” Dean half turned over his shoulder; neglecting the road to make the dig at Cas.

“At least flatbread has character and taste-.”

“Alright, ok, enough! Jesus do you two ever stop and tell each other you appreciate the other?” Sam asked, a familiar huff passing between two lips as his features pulled taut and his brows cascaded downwards in an attempt to mediate the bickering men. “We don’t know if it’s a simple haunt, Cas, that’s why we called; some of these things happening sound a bit like angels.”

“You do understand the angels want nothing to do with me, correct?” Cas quirked one brow up then instantly squinted. “You have an angel blade with you- if any of them were to attack you’re both more than capable of—.”

“Look do you want to help or not, Cas?” Dean interrupted, he wouldn’t hesitate to throw Cas under the bus to his pride if he needed, but he was trying to spare the guys dignity. He’d overheard Cas telling Sam how expendable he felt along with how they only ever called when they needed him, like he was just an instrument of usefulness that didn’t belong unless he was smiting bad guys and making cross country deliveries of holy oils and lost weaponry. He wanted Cas to come with, spend some time with him and San so he could feel like he was part of them; maybe even family.

Dean pulled up to the house not long after Cas had relented and agreed to wanting to help. Sam was shifted sideways in the front going over some of the house details when Dean stopped the car and yanked the keys from the ignition. “Her name’s Madison, by the way… said she was the neighbor but ever since the guy passed somethings been following her around— thinks it’s lurking in the bedroom.” Sam patted Cas on the shoulder and nudged him to walk in line between himself and Dean as they walked up the steps of the front porch and knocked with enough force to scare the squirrels off the railing.

[aerospectrum]

@justsurv1vor asked: i am capable of more than you give me credit for. ( for dean! ) random unprompted asks :: OPEN

Dean brushed the muddy slop off his arms and the front of his shirt, reaching down to grab his blade and sliding it back into the grip alongside his thigh holster. "Right, that's why we're covered in shit and have nothing to show for this hunt." he purses his lips slightly and then sighs, allowing his furrowed brows to soften. "Are you alright? You hurt?" he asked, the gruffness of his voice melting away.

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riiese asked: this isn't what it looks like. — Ingvar, for Dean talking yourself out of something memes : : OPEN

The forest floor deep in the ravine nestled into the base of a mountain ridge was coated in thick moss and other foliage. He listened to the sounds of the streams and trees groan and twist together with each step he took along the muddy earth. Letting his mind wander, Dean chose to imagine entire civilizations once existing within it all. In all actuality, he was out there lost on the tail end of a hunt that didn't seem worth his time.

He came across a small clearing and forcefully shoved himself through the brush and bushes, batting away spiders and moths that latched to his coat collar and buttons. He took a deep breath, shouldering himself through the remaining vines, tumbling forward across slime laden rocks. Instead of instant frustration it was instant awe... shock maybe when his eyes locked onto the form of a massive creature in front of him. His jaw drops slightly at the sound of their voice and his eyes widen- then almost sarcastically narrow. "Really?" he raises a brow and manages to fold his arms across his chest. "Because it looks exactly like... like it looks, to me." he stumbles over his attempt at wit. "You're not uh... you're not like that guy from the whole.. Jack and the Beanstalk story are you- you don't uh, don't grind my bones, make me into your bread type thing?" he's surprisingly calm for literally encountering a giant.

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"I can fucking yell at you anyway I want!" Dean barks back, getting up from where he'd gone to sit and stalks over to the man fisting the front of his shirt and yanking him so close his nose brushes against John's. "Wanting you to survive this isn't stupid." he snarls, his green eyes dark and overly focused, his brow line deepening with his scowl. "I don't know what fucked up mentality you have or who broke somethin' in you that you think I should leave your ass behind John, but caring about someone isn't stupid; do you have any idea how watching you almost die hurts? how much losing you would hurt? Do you even fucking care?" He feels tears prickle at the corners of his eyes, beading up on his lashes.

He inhales and blinks, letting go of John's shirt. "Just forget you... you don't care." he shakes his head and bites at the inside of his cheek before looking away.

John blinks at him dumbly when Dean shouts at him. Swallows down his lump "You don't get to yell at me LIKE THAT!" He shouts back after the other man. What he thinks he is?! His fucking mom?! He can do anything he wants! Who cares if he dies while doing his job anyway?! He turns his head to yell at Dean again "if you really get mad over some stupid thing like this, maybe you need to turn your tail and leave me!"

[aerospectrum]

continued from here with @m00sen

The black ooze seeps from the corners of Castiel's lips, the leviathan remnants stick to his grace like vines of ivy- resistant to removal. He watches the hunter step forward, a taunting smirk plays at his lips listening to his voice. "Oh Dean..." he clicks his tongue. "Always so apologetic and always too little.. too late." he flashes a sharp toothed smile at him. "You think this hasn't already ended? You think the Castiel inside here can even hear you- do you really think he even believes you?"

he tilts his head back and laughs before reaching out to grip Dean's shoulder in a surprisingly gentle grasp. "You looked him in the eyes and told him without his grace he was useless... a baby in a trench coat- what else did you expect from him? He went and got enough energy to tear a rift between here and purgatory just to prove to you he isn't useless... He helped you and Sam fight your war against heaven, but when he asked for your help to save his home in return you were what? Too busy? This Cas... he's one hot commodity huh?" he teased the hunter again.

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@justsurv1vor asked: "We're both adults, we can sleep in one bed." ( aiyla to dean ) memes for fuuun :: ALWAYS OPEN

He purses his lips and pinches the bridge of his nose- holding the skin between his finger and thumb for a beat longer than necessary. "Jesus fuck, why can't you ever just..." he forces a sigh from behind gritted teeth and drops his hand while shifting his gaze to the window. "I get the side next to the wall, that's my condition here, got it? he looks back to her, resting his hands on his hips still grumbling to himself.

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@decreedfate asked: ❝ there are better hills to die on but i find this one quite comfortable. ❞ (Alden for Dean!)

“Buddy I’m sure there is.” He folded his arms and stared the guy down in silence, letting it linger in the space between. “But this one is far from the most comfortable; pick a new one to die on because I’m not gonna watch this thing fill you with anger when we can still figure a way out of this mess.”

[lymbycsystem]

Dean's eyes were wide and set on the grotesquely familiar face before him, in a show of defeat he exhaled so heavily his shoulders sagged forward and he couldn't help but gaze up to the ceiling with a shake of his head. "Fuck me..." he breathed out curtly. How the hell had he screwed up that fast-- or easily? Really? Tricked into setting this creepy buffoon loose again?

The crazed expression of excitement and the rumpled suit covered in god only knew what, coupled with the outstretched arms had Dean's skin crawling-- and yet... there he was feet stomping forward as if to approach him for a hug. Until he shook himself free of the movement. "I did not come back for you, you nasty sonofabitch." Dean glared lightly at him. "How are you even here right now? I... put your arms down I can smell the dead three miles away."

@lymbycsystem said Boy, do I hate being right all the time. (Dean and Juice)

"About what? How handsome I am? Oh, I knew you'd come around, babes." Beetlejuice opened his arms, gesturing for him to come give him a hug. After all, it'd been a few years since they'd seen each other. Juice had waited and waited and waited for Dean to come back. It almost felt like centuries went by. "Don't leave me hangin', D. The Juice is loose now and it's all thanks to you! Always knew you'd come back for me."

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@homelander-rp-blog asked : admit it. you still think about me. ( you pick your muse ✨! ) One Night Stand Run-Ins : : OPEN

Dean rolls his eyes and turns around to grab his coat, but there's a smile that hangs on the edges of his lips- a smirk more than anything. "You wish I still thought about you." he delivers the response smoothly, turning back to face John with a soft gaze and a warmer smile than before. "What are you even doing here, don't you have more important things to be doing- more important people to be chatting up nowadays?" he asks with a sparkle in his eyes. He blinks slowly and gives the man a subtle once over.

[lymbycsystem]

TAG SPILLAGE : :

ooc : : ooc; calm, turtle talks, atlas bends

castiel: c; castiel ( the abandoned son) jamie: c; jamie ( the neglected son ) dean: c; dean ( there ain't no other men like me ) tim: c; timmy ( are you crazy i'm not gonna jump ) ben: soldier boy ( nobody's the new me pal ) ryan: c; ryan ( he burns everything down then kills me ) john; c; homelander (why am i not good enough for you ) c; homelander ( you are dark and i kind of like it ) c; homelander (i will laser every fucking one of you )

tag games: : dash games, dash tags, tag games

wishlists : : is this a wishlist?

memes : : memes, rp memes, please select a muse :

queues : : i hope that queue miss me cuz i miss queue too, absent queue

nsfw/usfw things : : ;hunger like me you know nothing satisfies me but your soul

negativity : : ooc tbd

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starter for @bloodsalted

Castiel was on edge for most of the morning, continually pacing the house of the salvage yard while he waited for Dean to get back. With a low reserve of grace that was taking more than its fair share of time to recuperate— thanks to his own doing, he felt like a caged animal. His nostrils flared with the burst of air huffed through them and his brow deepened; slowly meeting in the middle with a crease. From the upstairs window his eyes wandered back and forth across the empty salvage yard searching for the impala to come barreling down the road.

He gave his phone a glance and let his shoulders fall in slight disappointment when there wasn’t even a hint of a missed call or sitting text waiting for his response. He took in a deep but shaky breath and rolled his eyes upwards to the worn window seal and stuffed the phone back into his packet before dragging his form somberly through the messy room and back down the steps. He missed the hunter- and that felt weird to him, but maybe friends were supposed to miss one another. They were friends... right? Each step down was heavy and slow; like an animal that whines and paws beside its human at a dinner table waiting for scraps.

He took a seat on the porch steps and with one hand he cupped the scruff of his jawline and cheek making his eyes even more narrow than the usual perplexed squint he carried on his face. When he saw dirt and dust swirling towards him, clearing with the approaching vehicle he stood and started towards it, his eyes locked on Dean. “You left without me.” He stated bluntly, keeping his hands buried in his pockets. “Where’d you go? Why didn’t you wait for me? I… did I do something wrong- I always go with you.” He tilted his head subtly to gain better understanding of the hunter.