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my time has come

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the SANTA DEAN tradition lives on— turning 10 years! and he's coming to town early...

if you're new here, buckle up . 

welcome & welcome back to the annual santa dean tradition since 2014 !

WHAT? —  KARMA INCARNATE. were you nice to dean this year? you get a gift! were you rude? good luck...

WHY? — FUN! because santa claus doesn't know shit and dean can it better.

the logistics: dean visits blogs he’s interacted with ; he leaves something in their inbox (a sweet message, a warning, a gift, a punishment ... etc). he signs all his messages with  "#santa dean" so … you will know. starting early - mid-nov until end of dec!

HOUSE RULES — 1. no, you cannot bribe your way outta this one 2. there can only be one santa -  imposters are shot on sight 3. elves and other helpers welcome - you will be compensated 4. questions for santa are always welcome

!! important disclaimer !!  this is entirely for shitposting purposes .  if you receive a santa dean ask, you are not obligated to reply, ofc. limited to inbox interactions only.

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i'm sick <3

of being SICK I'M HERE TO WRITE FUCK U FLU 🔪

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" i'll drink to that. " he made a note to himself to pour a glass later. he knew why he needed the bit of a fun, he had yet to find out about charlie's reasons. " how are things with you? "

"That's the best idea I've heard all day Dean. I’m game for some fun.” This idea sounded and better every minute. “I could use a little fun in my life.” She wanted to believe that was a good thing and this sounded like a fun night.

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" relax, y'er not gonna get an aneurysm just 'cause you complimented me. you'll live ... " he ensured, but not without teasing, " — with the reminder. "

genuine-looking  shock  flickered  across  her  face  for  a  moment,  quickly  followed  by  a  flicker  of  regret.  She  stared  at  him  for  a  beat,  her  eyes  wide  with  mock  sincerity.  ❝  oh  no,  I  am  so  very  sorry.  I  really  didn’t  mean  to!  ❞  her  voice  sweet  but  carrying  a  subtle  edge.  ❝  I  had  no  intention  of  flattering  you...  it  won’t  happen  again,  I  assure  you.  ❞ 

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the boy's defensive demeanor betrayed how afraid he'd truly felt. from the way he carried himself, he seemed to have grown up to be the kind of young man to dismiss such an emotion as something foreign to him, something he was unaccustomed to. but dean could see right through it, almost as if he were looking straight into a mirror. except for the first time, instead of cursing at the person looking back at him in that mirror, he wanted to comfort him, make him understand that it wasn't his fault, offer him some tender care ; ironic since such emotions were but alien to dean's personal mirror.

" i know. " dean uttered almost instantly upon ben's defense. it was an effort to lift some of the burden he must have carried all that time while trying to explain himself and convince strangers that he was but another victim to someone who had taken too much from him : his mother, his identity, his life ... " it was a shapeshifter. saw his eyes on video footage. " he explained, reinforcing the fact that although a stranger to him, dean wanted to ensure that he could trust that he wasn't an enemy. " — why did it choose you? "

the beanie is meant to help disguise his appearance, in case any of the local drunk in the near-nothing town manages to find themselves in front of the tv long enough to listen to the damn news that has been circling around for the past several days. thankfully, through the use of hijacking various cars and staying masqueraded from street cameras (unlike his other persona did) the police no longer stays on his trail. however, the damn thing that took on his face and killed his mother.. traces of evidence that the thing is on ben's tail has started to surface. deaths of innocents plastered across newspapers of people that ben simply asked questions from. mostly just directions, or anything that only required the barest of contacts, before the shapeshifter seemingly have killed them.

so when ben hears the rough timbre of dean's wartorn, recognizable timbre, ben's spine stiffens. he taps the counter of the bar, silently signaling the bartender to give him a refill, before throwing up a hand with two fingers, asking for a second glass. "if y'er here t' kill me, i got a coupl'a things to say first," ben guesses, taking a lithe hold of the crytsal in front of him before downing the golden contents. the warm buzz of the alcohol starts to cloud his forefront, fueling his anger and his frustration, in desperate need of some punching bag; and unfortunately, dean looks to be like the perfect one. "first," ben starts, finally turning on the barstool, and leveling a gaze with the other, and for a moment, it stalls his sentence. he imagined what it would be like to see dean again in person for the first time, the eldest winchester that used to be some semblance of a father figure, and ben hates it. hates how he still seems to be at the mercy of wanting that life again, and wanting dean to be back. "i didn't do it."

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" well, the job ain't exactly for the kind-hearted. — they mean well ... even roy. "

"Your friends are all terrible people." / @wantdead

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nothing screams more "mun =/= muse" than the concept of dean being written by me who's currently reading "how to kill your family"

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((ooc:)) lou i need u to know the panic i felt at logging on and seeing that 'tobeblamed' hadn't been active in 6 months.

omgg 😭😭😭 and i need u to know the excitement i felt at logging on and seeing that 'faithwounded' started following me 😭😭😭😭 welcome back you've been missed 💙💙💙

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STACKEDNATURAL ⇉ 135/327

15.7 Last Call Written by Jeremy Adams Directed by Amyn Kaderali Original Air Date: December 5, 2019

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" what— " he was slightly thrown off by the insistence. he glanced over at the plate again, blinking a few times as he tried to deduce the letters and numbers. he couldn't. but he didn't think much of it. but he was more troubled by why she was. " why are you askin' me that? "

"I mean, probably. I don't really know how cars work. At least, super well, when the check engine light is flashing, that's bad, right?" She knew how cars worked, she just wanted to see if that shocked him enough to get him out of the dream. "That's not what happened to my car right right now, but it's happened before. Super scary. Nearly died on the side of the road."

"What does that license plate say by the way?" There's a pause and she could feel his heart rate slowing again. She's on a timer. "Can you read it?"

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@lilyspaintedred @unclenegan

THE NICE GUYS (2016) dir. Shane Black

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her odd request was met by a bewildered reaction, as dean blinked a few times when he asked, " — excuse me? " he shot a glance at the license plate she was referring to, and his vision immediately began distorting at the attempt to decode the letters. strange.

he blinked away in a dismissive manner, as he chuckled, " uh, i don't understand. " he admitted and pivoted to a more manageable topic of discussion, " do you have car trouble? "

"I was about to ask you the same question." There was a warm smile in response, disguising her confusion. Why was she here? This wasn't the real world, it couldn't be. The man she had sensed that pulled her in this direction was a lot skinnier than him. Malnourished, sluggish heartbeat, injured. It was an inherent knowing in the fact that he was dying. In the process. But this was weird. How was she supposed to do this again? Just touch him and take him along.

But it didn't feel right.

"I had a question for you, actually." Ziva kicks the dirt lightly and glanced back, then back to him, "Can you read that license plate to me?" The letters and numbers kept warbling and moving. Like they were squiggles. This was a dream.

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dean was caught laying on the ground under the engine of a car that he was fixing. thanks to his newfound, normal life, he had achieved what he had been looking forward to for months: rebrand bobby's garage and start a business. it had been working well so far. he had a few old faces show up to support him, some new passerby's who'd stumble across his garage who needed a quick car fix. it was overall steady. " just a sec— " he called out from underneath the car as he ensured the engine was steady before he moved away to talk to the stranger.

" hi — can i help you with somethin'? "

It was a whirl of darkness that surrounded her before she was firmly planted in a place...she didn't fully recognize. Heavy was the weight of the new knowledge that rested in her mind, there was a duty to fulfil. People to help move on. She blinked and looked around a little blearily, dark doe eyes focusing on the tall and broad shouldered man standing before her. A name comes to mind, "Dean Winchester...?"

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As a society we really do not discuss this part of the xmas ep enough

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| | | | 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄. ⛧

❛  𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐘   ❜  they stood as guardians of a legacy older than time itself. Each brought a piece of the whole—Prue’s unyielding strength, Piper’s tender heart, Phoebe’s daring spirit, and later Paige’s resilient soul. They were more than just witches; they were a force of nature, wielding their power not for glory but to protect a fragile world teetering on the edge of chaos. / 𝐏𝐑𝐔𝐄, 𝐏𝐈𝐏𝐄𝐑, 𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐄𝐁𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐆𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝟏𝟗𝟗𝟖 𝐓𝐕 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐄𝐃.