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positivity || accepting 

@beaniesandmachetes

      hey Shana! I know we don’t chat as much as we had in the past (maybe we should change that???), but I wanted to remind you about how wonderful you are! You always bring cheer and positivity to either the dash or the yee wee family discord chat from the days of olde. 

@the-ramblin-man

hey dear! I know you’re on hiatus atm but I still hope you see this. Just wanted to say I really enjoy seeing you on my dash and of course love rping with you. Your Dean is hands DOWN one of the best I’ve interacted with and you are just so creative with your writing techniques. Hope to see you back soon!

@unholyhunter

hey andy! You were the first person I ever interacted with on this blog and I’m glad it was you! You are not only super friendly but also hilarious and made me feel so welcomed. You’re a star m’dude. 

[joannahunts-a]

Gambling with the Undead | Jo & Dean

@the-ramblin-man - moved from that old ass ask I sent in [credit for title goes to Jill, tbh ] 

“Hey, you’re the one who decided to go into the creepy building alone and not wait in the car,” he told her with a smirk, though he hadn’t actually meant to sneak up on her. The beam of his flashlight illuminated the lobby of what was once a beautiful hotel and casino, but had long since been abandoned. “Thanks for meetin’ me, by the way,” he told her. “Me and Sam still aren’t on real good terms and I figured backup might be good if my intel on this vamp nest is right.”

He set his duffle bag down on the dusty floor to rummage through it. Then he pulled out his trusty sawed off shot gun before stuffing a few shells in his navy jacket pocket. “You good?” he asked as he stood up, shouldering his weapons bag.

Jo narrowed her eyes at the man. “You’re damned lucky I didn’t blow your head off,” the blonde grumbled, not willing to admit she might have been at fault here. “Should wear a friggin bell.”

She rolled her shoulders, a shotgun in her hands, machete strapped to her thigh already. “Yeah, I’m good,” she assured him, taking a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down. That rush of adrenaline when Dean had startled her wasn’t good for a hunt, she needed to get her heartbeat to slow down, her blood to stop rushing through her ears. “How many are we looking at?”

[fallenharvelle-blog]

witty banter / closed

Practically stumbling into Bobby’s place the blood was dripping down her arm as she took her jacket off and tossed it to a random chair. “You’re worse, sit down.” Making her way into the kitchen she ripped part of her shirt and wrapped it around her arm to try and get the bleeding to stop worrying about him. 

@the-ramblin-man

[nevermeanttofall]

the-ramblin-man answered your ask: “Well, this is awkward…”

@the-ramblin-man

Dean looked up from where he sat on the floor of his bedroom, seeing Castiel standing in the doorway. He froze instantly, trying to think of a good explanation for what he was doing, but there was none. After all, it was Dean who was always telling people to never use the damn things.

         “I uh…. Look, I know this looks bad, but I been feelin’ some strange mojo goin’ on in here and wanted to make sure it wasn’t Kevin or anyone else.”

It did look bad, made worse only because it was Dean and he should know better.  Brow quirked and arms crossed, he looked at his friend expectantly, though there were few things the hunter could say to excuse himself.

That stubbornness quickly dissipated at the mention of Kevin, the angel’s gaze dropping momentarily to the board then back at Dean before stepping into the room.  “...I can understand you wanting to contact him again, but it could just as easily be an evil spirit.  You should be more careful.”  It wasn’t exactly a scold, but since Sam wasn’t here, somebody had to stop the man.

[allroundlostcause]

three’s a crowd

@the-ramblin-man + Damon

Alaric felt ridiculous. But not exactly surprised. Stupid unreliable vampires. Although, honestly, yeah, he was surprised, because when it came to this particular vampire, at least where Alaric was concerned, he had been very reliable. Alaric was still refusing to acknowledge his motivations, but he had to admit the vampire had come through over and over again, the last few weeks.

He was still a shitty boxer, but he made an enthusiastic (if annoyingly talkative) punching bag.

But here it was, eleven o’clock, and he was nowhere to be found. Alaric stalked irritably back and forth near the back doors to the Chinese restaurant – bad choice, even the food that was thrown out smelled good enough to have him considering some dumpster diving.

Bow legs, almost military haircut. That had to be the other guy.

Alaric took a step out to stand by the edge of the street light, waiting.

“Are you Dean?” he said, when the guy was close enough to hear him. “I think we’re meeting a mutual… I don’t know if I’d say friend. Damon.”

[seesgood]

&. @the-ramblin-man | *screams softly and with complete & total chill*

“Okay seriously,” Caroline held up a hand, letting out a small scoff as she stared at him. It wasn’t like hunters were a new concept for her. Alaric had always been around, and then Jeremy, Matt to some extent. But the Winchesters were different. Dean was...entirely different. Every single time she thought she had his moves figured out, he’d take some other path. And for a control freak like her --- it was agony. Pure, utter, unstructured and unplanned agony. “Can I just say it’s a wonder you haven’t been murdered yet. The shitty music taste is one thing, but you’re in serious need of an attitude adjustment.”

[ironandsteel-a]

@the-ramblin-man​ cont’d

“Stop fussin’ over me for starters. I’m fine. Just a little banged up is all,” he told her, trying to wave it off as he looked under his shirt to see a splay of bruises along his torso.

Then he glanced up at her with a mischievous look in his eyes. “Unless of course you wanna do a strip tease dance or somethin’. That might help.”

“Well that ain’t gonna happen. I’m a mom, it’s in my DNA,” she rebutted. Zoe caught sight of a few of the bruises, which explained the stiffness with which he moved, but not the ‘how’ in which he got them.

“Don’t think a strip tease is gonna heal you up no faster, sugar. Maybe if ya be good and tell me what happened, let me help ya, I’ll see what I can do after ya feel better.”

[propheslay]

† Continued from ( X )

           ‘ Hmmm, nope. ‘

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[joannahunts-a]

Not Quite Fans || Jo & Dean

@the-ramblin-man

Jo stared at the building in front of her, almost unable to believe the sight before her. She definitely hadn’t been able to believe the poster she’d seen on the diner’s community board but standing here, seeing it with her own eyes, it was almost impossible to believe.

She pulled out her phone, almost in a trance, as she flipped through her contacts to pull up Dean’s number. She had already called him into town, there was no way she couldn’t after seeing something called the ‘Annual Supernatural Convention’ that held a ‘Winchester Costume Contest’. Of course, she hadn’t told him what was in town... just that it was important and he needed to get there fast. He was probably thinking it was a hunt, but she didn’t mind that too much. It’d make things more amusing for her.

The two hadn’t exactly spent much of any time together since she’d gotten back. They’d seen each other at Bobby’s and to say it had been awkward was an understatement. She remembered that kiss quite clearly, but Dean didn’t seem to. It was... not ideal, to say the least. But this was as good a reason as any to get him into the same town as her.

Her attention on her phone again, she sent a quick text to Dean.

[text: Dean] You in town yet, or what?

[nevermeanttofall]

“☎” for a RUSHED text

Send “☎” for a RUSHED text.

@the-ramblin-man

[ Text: Dean ]  D

[ Text: Dean ]  Dean

[ Text: Dean ]  Please pick up y

[sunshinehuntress-blog]

@the-ramblin-man liked your post: Send in sexy pictures of your Muse to my submit...

I see you there liking the Charvelle. Isn’t it glorious?

[inseparablevirtuesandfailin-blog]

Do I Belong

@the-ramblin-man As soon as the four of them finally arrived back at the Bunker, Mary went straight to her room. She sat down on the edge of her bed, staring at her hands. She flexed the fingers of her right hand, remembering how close those fingers had come to ending her second life. She had been so willing to sacrifice herself for her boys. She couldn't stand the idea of living on after one of them had died, when she wasn't even supposed to be alive. That would be the worst punishment. She knew that Sam and especially Dean expected her to leave again at any moment. It would probably be easier for them if she stayed away. If she left again and didn't come back this time. They would stop having to worry about her dying again. And she could see the way she didn't quite measure up to what they had pictured. Especially Dean. When she had shared that she couldn't cook, Dean had looked so disappointed. If she hadn't come back, Sam and Dean could have kept living with their fantasies, rather than being faced with the disappointing reality. She started spinning her wedding ring around her finger, biting her lip. She figured after everything, they would have preferred that John come back. He was the one who raised them. He was their parent. She was nothing more than photographs, stories, vague memories. She heard footsteps in the hallway and looked up, dropping her gaze again as soon as she saw it was Dean. She didn't want him to see what she was feeling.

[joannahunts-a]

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Continued from here

          He sighed, looking up from where he was bent forward in the chair, elbows on his knees. His eyes caught the sympathetic blue hues of his friend’s and he shook his head. “I appreciate it, Cass, but I don’t think there’s anything you can do,” he answered honestly. “I just…I feel like I’m losin’ them both.” His eyes unfocused as he stared off into nothing. “It’s these damn Men of Letters. I don’t trust ‘em but…Sam and Mary do.” He ran a rand down his face, sitting up straighter. “I don’t know what to do anymore.” 

It was difficult not to frown, seeing his friend like this. The angel walked closer, sitting in a nearby chair to face Dean as he tried finding words of comfort. “I’m uneasy about it as well. They tortured Sam and were planning to do the same with you. I’m-…” They couldn’t really be careless here. The Men of Letters had proven to be lethal. If they were able to pull Lucifer out of his vessel and ward weapons against angels, Castiel might not be much of a threat. That in itself was unnerving.  “We could try finding a weakness in their group.  In case something happens, we could use it against them.  Sabotage from within unravels a group much more efficiently.”