#freckledrighteous

[fromtragedy]

   ❝ ---- shit. ❞  

 vi was at a loss for any other, more eloquent words, nearly choking on her drink as the familiar figure stepped into view. she hadn’t seen him in years, and he’d hardly changed in appearance. he stood out among the rest of the men who stood among the bar, she turned away the moment she saw him. please don’t come over here, she prayed. it’s not like she didn’t want to see him, she did, but she was in the middle of a case. a whole nest had to be dealt with, and she was strict about no distractions. the only reason she was here was because she suspected the bartender of being a fang. she had to wait to get her alone though... vi pretended to sip her drink, still trying to hide her face.

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[sepsumoved]

because i felt like it *:･ﾟ✧ ☾

               “Well, look what the cat dragged in-- I was beginning to think you had backed out of our deal, Dean, and I was free to treat the masses in whatever way I saw fit.” Ishtar mused, a coy smirk playing on her lips.

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[saviorbuilt]

            the problem with magic was that anything could go wrong and there was no real way of knowing how to prevent it or even try to stop it. the moment that she had found out something strange had been happening, inconsistencies within some stories from her patients that had raised some red flags, she had contacted the winchesters. it ultimately led to a young man who didnt want to be him anymore, a spell book and some very old magic that had him able to take a ride in other peoples bodies. in retrospect, the many things that couldve gone wrong should have had her stay home and sit this one out.            her eyes closed tightly as she began to come to, her ears still ringing, her body ached from where it had been thrown against concrete like a ragdoll. her consciousness was hazy, stuck between her senses trying to take in everything while it felt like her brain was pounding against her skull. she opened her eyes, looking up at the less than familiar steel slated roof. it slowly came rushing back to her----the warehouse, the stolen items, the boy, sigils, a weird book, yelling---and that was it. an explosion of power that set her and dean on their asses before sam could even meet them there. “ dean, ” she called out, the baritone in her own voice caught her off guard, forcing her to sit up with a groan. a deep groan. she furrowed her brow, her vision clearing as she looked to her right---and saw herself lying on the floor.         “ what the hell... ” --- that was not her talking...was it?                     @freckledrighteous - whelp.

[hunterspath]

i know tumblr can be rough and it doesn't always feel like you're appreciated but i see you on my dash all the time, and i may not always be able to send asks but i can tell you're appreciated ! you have a main partner that seems like they adore you and you honestly write sam so well, i'm sorry things are rough but i, at least think your blog is a gem. thank you for writing sam, you really breathe life into him and it's a gift to be following you.

I didn’t realise how much i needed this until i actually got this in my askbox. but thank you , so , so , so much. it’s okay for not always being able to send asks , sunshine ! not everyone can , but you did send this one and you brightened my day a little bit ! i’m lucky to have a writing partner like leaf honestly , i wouldn’t know what i’d do without her. without any of the people who’ve stuck around with me from the beginning really. but god , leaf has dealt with a lot of ups and downs , but especially my insecurities over writing sam , so knowing people love my sam and the way i write him is just , it’s amazing and i can’t be blessed even more than i already am. i have to give a massive shoutout to holly , bowie , gremlin , dani and kim for following me around and while not always writing , still sticking around. because all of you , especially leaf , is stuck with me until i’m grey and old , and let’s hope it won’t come to that. but thank you so much , sunshine ! this made a shitty night a lot better ❤️

[mieczlw-a]

working  on  a  thing  ,  that  i’ll  probably  give  up  on  because  that’s  just  what  i  do ,  but  i  love  how  this  turned  out.

[sxcrificx]

“You can’t judge me for being nice with him, he is funny and clearly lost. Don’t you remember when you were like him?”-Cas took a long sip of his beer, feet placed on top of the leader’s table even when his boots were covered with mud and dirt.

“Do you think there is something we should do to send him back to his time? Perhaps if you tell him the truth about Lucifer.”-The former angel looked up at him, fingers playing with the bottle before he reached out for Dean’s jacket, trying to pull him closer to get his attention.-“Are you even listening to me?”

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[whollyxunclean]

@freckledrighteous replied to your post:

WHAT IS THIS

“ i refuse to accept judgement on this, dean. garlic bread is good. ”

[holyunclean]

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deen vc: you wanna fight?

sam vc: right here right now tuff guy

[joannabethharvelle]

🌙 tell about one of their recent dreams/nightmares

"Mmmmmm --”

The sound is a gargle of protest, her features crumbling in mock anger just as her mouth meets the lip of her beer bottle. Brow creases briefly as she narrows her eyes in silent accusation. Well, as accusingly as she can muster in her current state. “Nightmares? Seriously? We’ve all got ‘em, why do I gotta tell you mine?”

Nevertheless, she adjusts in her seat, jeans slipping slightly against worn-smooth wood. A boot props roughly against the table leg to hold her firmly in place, and the hunter gives a little nod of satisfaction.

“They vary,” she starts after a moment, unwilling to meet her friend’s gaze, focusing on the slowly dissolving paper label on her beer. “Sometimes its the stuff you’d expect; hellhounds, watching people I care about die; watching you -- die.” She shakes her head, inhaling a deep breath through her nose and spinning the bottle in her palms. “But then there are others. The ones that make me wake up sweating and panting like I just ran a damn marathon. The ones I can’t quite remember. That makes it worse, somehow. I know I’m running from -- or maybe to? Something. I get flashes of blood and darkness and I’m alone ...”

“And I’m terrified.”

Jo clears her throat, huffing out a bitter chuckle as she sits back heavily, draining the remaining liquid in her beer.

“Anyway,” She tries again, voice much stronger this time, almost back to normal. “That’s not how you play 20 fucking questions, Dean. Go again, and do it right.”

[fallennotforgotten]

Locked In A Haze | Castiel & Dean

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The walls were closing in, faster than the former angel could pull himself out. He must’ve miscalculated something..no, NO, he’d never make that mistake. The room was spinning- maybe a hit of the blunt in his fingers would take the edge off...he felt himself stumble into the table in his cabin. Coughing as he took a long drag before he dropped it from his shaking hands. Catching himself on the edge of the table, only gracefully enough to ease his fall to the floor.

His skin felt so hot- he couldn’t breathe. Inhale. Exhale. He had to force himself to do that much. Rolling on to his back, he ran his unsteady fingers through his ebony hair, drenched in sweat. “Fuck.” The nausea. Groaning impatiently, he began to start ripping his shirt off over his head. Balling it up into a makeshift pillow.

“Commander!” He screamed out, as the tears began to fall. The hunter would never hear him from outside, but it was worth a shot. “Dean, please?!” His cries, pathetic...he knew. But it didn’t stop him from trying. Here came the shaking. It was uncontrollable. His entire body shivering, yet covered in heated sweat.

He turned on his side, pulling his legs up to his chest. His hands holding the shirt under his head, the tears were falling faster. Gagging he hoped he’d vomit, but nothing would come out. “Dean?” He called for weakly, one last time, before everything around him suddenly went black.

[findmeoniironbled]

Hi dear! I know we just followed each other but I was stalking you before and I just wanted to let you know that your Tony is amazing, I can totally hear him when reading your stuff and imagine him actually saying such stuff. I'm looking forward to see more and probably read some longer threads c: Merry Christmas!

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kjdshfjksd oh my goodness thank you so much.

[saviorbuilt]

🌽 - Is there a fandom you’re too intimidated to join?

        ( mun ) —- omg definitely the Game of Thrones fandom. Im pretty                          confident joining most fandoms as you can see by my                          verses and active threads but GoT scares me cause i                          feel like theres so much i wont know unless i read the                           books. 

[atombombx-blog1]

@freckledrighteous / x

Dean’s expression of course is priceless. Ruby almost jumped up and down with glee, watching the color drain from his face. Too bad she didn’t have a camera or phone to snap his picture. Instead, she pouted her lips, orbs twinkling as she strutted over to the hunter.

“That’s my name. Don’t wear it out. Now, answer my question.”

[unholybcnes]

“is 'no’ an emotion? because i’m feeling it.”

       “ I feel it every time I see a living being. “

@freckledrighteous / text posts.

[sxcrificx]

Once in a while people on the camp decided to gather up with any small victory as an excuse. Mostly to try to feel as normal as possible even if days passed and calendars were forgotten, sometimes they invented a date to celebrate birthdays...

But today was special for Castiel. September 18th

The rest of the camp gathered around a fireplace, meat of unknown animals roasting on the fire. Castiel quickly found an excuse to leave early to his own cabin. And Dean...well he was the leader so he could do whatever the fuck he wanted and no one even dared to wonder why they escaped together.

The former angel met Chuck inside of his cabin and was quickly impressed by how a small effort managed to make it look even romantic. Not that he would share the thought with anyone other than himself.

“Thank you for doing this Chuck.”

He felt silly by even touching a bible, yet followed Chuck’s orders and placed his right hand on top of it, no matter how sweaty his palm was. -”I Castiel, swear that I will protect you and love you in good or bad times.  I will be loyal to you and walk by your side forever...no matter how reckless you are, how grumpy in the mornings. Let me be your shelter, let me be your light. I am yours and I want you to be mine.”

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[graveyardiary]

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     Elena  had  run  out  of  blood  bags  and  had  been  slowly  sneaking  and  compelling  her  way  through  the  hospital  to  access  the  supply  where  she  could  stock  up  for  another  month  or  so.  Little  did  she  know  she  was  being  followed  the  entire  time.  Once  she  reached  the  room  where  they  kept  the  blood  bags,  she  began  to  fill  her  backpack  with  a  variety  of  them.  As  she  was  zipping  the  bag,  the  door  to  the  room  was  shut,  startling  her  before  throwing  the  bag  over  her  shoulder.  She  wasn’t  sure  exactly  what  to  do,  having  never  been  caught  before.  ❝  Can  I  help  you  with  something?  ❞  It  was  probably  the  stupidest  thing  she  could’ve  said,  but  she  was  panicking  inside,  she  thought  she  had  compelled  everyone  she  needed  to  along  the  way.