#gwenstacy322

[melodicwitchlight]

gwenstacy322:

 "Woah Sam, you okay?" Gwen placed her hand on his back. She waited it out with him. "Yeah, do you know who it was?" She asked when he mentioned the death.

"I’m fine, thank you for asking, Gwen." He smiled at her, albeit a little shakily.

"I-I have no idea who it was. But I have a feeling I can find out. The location in which the dream occurred in, looks very familiar."

He couldn’t shake off the vividness of the death, it was all too gruesome to bear. 

He would not let the woman in his premonition die, not if he could help it.

[s-amwinchester-archive]

"Happy birthday Sam."

Sam looks up from his book, a little red in the face because he was sure nobody remembered. “Th-thank you...” He smiles this small smile.

[cuffedhimself-blog]

♦

Send me a “♦” for the first word my muse thinks of when your muse is mentioned.

              ambitious 

[dantegotitwrong-blog]

A Biochemist and a Hunter |Closed|

Dean cursed as the wrench slid out of his hands and cut him on the chin. He immediately clasped his left hand over his jaw and cursed again when it came away bloody. A simple oil change was turning out to be a freaking disaster. Dean scrambled out from underneath the Impala and threw the wrench at one of Bobby’s junked cars. Grabbing the rag he had intended on using for cleaning up the oil, he pressed it against the wound. Dean heard a noise coming from behind him and turned to see who or what he had to deal with now.

[thepeskywinchesterkid]

"What did you do?"

8. Your muse walks in on mine changing and see their scars.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa! You’ve never heard of knocking?” Dean hastily pulled his shirt back on, scowling a little. 

[urbanoubliette-archive]

“If you’re going to talk, I’ll put you in the trunk and drive myself.”

"If you touch me, I'll have no problem putting a knife in your throat."

[s-amwinchester-archive]

✘| When in Rome

gwenstacy322

"Gwen, hey," Sam pressed his hand against Gwen's shoulder and shook her shoulder back and forth to jar her awake.

[redeemedbythedevil]

"How'd you get this?"

Sam was startled by the contact, feeling Gwen's fingers start to trace one of the many scars that littered his body. The touch was soft, too delicate for such an ugly mark. Looking down to the jagged place on his knee where flesh hadn't quite healed, Sam gave a soft sigh before speaking, "Werewolf. I think I was seventeen." he explained, at least being grateful that it wasn't something more serious, "Wouldn't be here if Dean didn't shoot it long range." 

[huntingisms-blog]

"This is dumbest thing you've ever done."

gwenstacy322

"How would you know that?Who are you?"