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sleep? dean was quick to piece things together — it was hardly much of a mental exercise from the way she laid it all out for him. surprisingly, he couldn't tell whether she was in a state of denial or confusion over what was happening to her. because while she was complaining, he was already getting up to seek out the first-aid kit from his duffel bag. he made his way back beside her to examine her better, making a face at the mention of her stealing his own stolen credit card. it hadn't fully dawned on him until her eyes met his and saw, for the first time, someone else — not a red-eyed demon, but a brown-eyed human. " son of a bitch ... " he exhaled through his nose as he opened the box of essentials in his hand.

" 'kay, time-out. let's deal with one problem at a time, yeah? here— " he tossed a piece of a cloth on top of the wound. " put pressure on that. " dean gave instructions he was hoping she'd follow while busying himself with searching for the right tools he needed. / @edenhusk

❝  Explain  what’s  up  with  me? You are acting all stupid I just want to sleep.  ❞  she  groaned,  running  her  hands  through  her  hair.  She  was  clearly  exhausted,  something  was  definitely  wrong.  ❞  I  don’t  know,  it  just  won’t  stop  bleeding.  There  was  this  witch,  she  muttered  some  nonsense  about  punishing  me  for  annoying  her,  making  me  pay.  "I  will  turn  you  into  what  you  were  intended  to  be;  you’re  human  after  all,  bla  bla  bla,"  and  then  she  stabbed  me.  I  killed  her before she could say any more because she annoyed me,  and  now  it  won’t  stop  bleeding.  I  tried  to  get  back  to  Hell,  but  I  can’t  teleport—I  had  to  take  a  taxi.  Oh  yes,  I  used  your  credit  card.  ❞ When  she  looked  back  up  at  him,  it  wasn’t  the  crimson  of  doom  staring  back which usually coated her eyes,  but  a  familiar  warm brown.  And  beyond  that,  everything  demon  in  her  eyes  was  gone.  She  looked  fully,  completely  human. ❝  You  always  have  those disgusting   things  that will kill you lying  around,  don’t  you?  What  do  you  call  them?  Cheeseburgers?  I  want  one  of  those!  With  a  huge  portion  of  fries  and—oh  my  god—pie.  I  want  pie!  ❞ Wait she wants what?

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" that ... and it gets lonely. " he added sincerely. " and if y'really wanna follow in on y'er dad's footsteps, then you do you ... — just, don't do it alone. " he advised, speaking from the heart, and from his personal experience. " i used to do it solo for a while. " it was right before his dad had gone missing ... he shrugged lightly. " i hated it. " a strange feeling for him to express given how much he tended to claim he loved the job.

“it's a good thing you're already friendly with me then.” jo quipped and then her expression slowly turned serious at his words, eyes flicking up to meet his. dean had a way of putting things in perspective for her when it came to the hunting lifestyle. her father's death had sent her on a self destructive path, wanting to go it alone, kill the violent monsters that lurked in dark corners. the one's that stole father's from their daughters. but dean was right. she couldn't help anyone if she was dead. “safety in numbers. i get it.” jo told him, opening one of the files. "plus, being alone out there can get boring real fast."

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dean kills @unclenegan and it's the only period of time he knows peace

until he comes back

the audacity

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✨3x06 || Red Sky at Morning✨

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he bit back most of his words. " y'know, for someone who needs my help, you sure got a funny way of askin'. " he replied with a snark, despite his attempt to try and be the bigger person. she never did ask him directly for his help ; it was all he could gather from putting two and two together.

❝  Dean,  baby,  now  you  really  hurt  my  feelings.  Was  I  ever  mean  to  you  in  any  sort?  I  was always  nice to you,  wasn't  I?  ❞  That  smug  grin  on  her  face  only  grew.  ❝  Oh…  is  that  jealousy?  Because  your  daddy  was  never  around?  ❞  Her  voice  oozed  mock  sympathy.  ❝  Do  you  need  a  hug  to  make  up  for  it?  Hand  it  over,  Dean—let’s  get  this  over  with.  ❞

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doings drafts on the train is a newfound level of confidence in me

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beep. dean pondered for a while, wondering if he was making the right decision — seeking out help through such desperate means. truth be told, he was only doing it after both sam and bobby had insisted on him to find way out of his demon deal.

[ ✉️ NEW MESSAGE — sent: ] Rusty Anchor Bar, 6538 Driftwood Lane. Meet you at 21h.

he was already there — half an hour early, drinking, taking breaks in between by sipping on water or coke and chatting with the bartender to kill time. he had to stay sober for any decisions made during their meeting.

@wantdead liked for a starter.

One, two, three rings. Voice mail. She didn't expect him to just pick up a call from someone he didn't know.

"Hey, it's Bennett. You answered that ad and sent something into my PO box. Where did you want to meet up? Send me your answer at this number." And she'll hang up. Bonnie wasn't the kind to actually admit what she was over the phone. She didn't know who was listening. And she didn't need to be institutionalized again.

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I'M SEEING BASTILLE TODAY YALLLLL

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" you really are a heartless bitch. " dean stood frozen before her as he stared, unable to comprehend the kind of person she was. " — what made you this way, huh? " tone carried nothing but mere faux sympathy, " daddy not give you enough hugs or somethin'? "

❝  Did  you  think  I  was  going  to  apologize  for  how  I  treated  you?  Oh  my  god,  that's  hilarious.  You're  so  stupid,  I  love  it.  ❞  Her  voice  dripped  with  mockery  as  her  laughter  echoed  through  the  empty  warehouse.  She  stepped  out  from  the  shadows,  a  gun  aimed  straight  at  him.  ❝  The  smell  of  sadness  really  pulls  the  whole  thing  together.  ❞

/ @wantdead begged for her to bully dean.

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me, lou, and marci all on the dash at the same time again like it's 2020. nature is healing

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" beats me ... i wasn't there. " he replied with a shrug. " did you ever renounce any royal status whatsoever? "

"I . . . I don't think so?" For the first time, he was forced to consider it could have. The throne of hell was a shockingly trivial thing, it wouldn't have been surprising had his minute outburst been enough to lay claim. "Oh, gods. Did it?"

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" so, y'er tellin' me you haven't been feelin' good ... for twenty days straight, " he grew suspicious as he started paraphrasing what he knew based on her input. " — and didn't think of mentionin' it at any point. " something clearly didn't add up. and he made sure she knew that, so she could try better.

She was almost touched that he was so willing to believe her, even though it was technically a lie. Physically, Lily felt fine, whereas her struggles with her attendance lie more within a mental struggle she hadn't cared to give much thought to. "I— I don't know, I just..." she gave a nervous shrug, unable to keep up with her lie, "... don't feel good."

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" no, not when you were twenty ... — a couple years ago, after crowley died? you said you stopped someone from tryna become king? " he didn't know the full story, he wasn't there. but from what he could gather, " didn't that technically crown you one? — unless you officially rejected the role... "

"What? You mean like when I was twenty? I mean . . . I guess not, but I think everyone's got the message by now — unless there's something you wanna tell me."

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he appreciated the honesty, though it was still vague. " okay ... — how come? what's wrong? "

"Sharon—?" she began to question before the realization soon hit her: Vice Principal Peters. She'd been busted. "I... I haven't been feeling well," she offered as a half-hearted explanation.

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" you sure about that? " he challenged, tone sharper than usual. " — 'cause that's not what i heard from sharon this mornin'. "

"... School was fine," she answered @wantdead, immediately taking note of the edge to his tone that indicated there was something more he wanted to say.

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"hello mr. campbell this is sharon calling on behalf of lebanon high school. we're calling in regards to your student lillian and have noticed she's missed nearly twenty days of school this semester, and frankly if she misses any more it could result in her expulsion from our school. we'd like to set up a meeting with you and your student to discuss her attendance and get her back on track to graduating this year while she still has time to catch up. we kindly ask that you return this voicemail or email our office at your earliest convenience and hope to meet with you soon."

he stared at his phone, his heart sinking as sharon’s words replay in his mind. nearly twenty days. expulsion. he runs a hand over his face, worry tangled up with guilt. he’d been busy, distracted by hunts, by keeping his family alive, safe ... he’d thought lily was handling school, but clearly, he’d missed something big. " fuck ... " he muttered to himself as he took a deep breath, dialing the school’s number back.

when the line picks up, his voice is steady, determined. " hi, yeah, this is dean campbell, lillian’s dad. i got y'er message... set up that meeting. "