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▌░ ❛ arcanetyrus.

               “all   things   considered,  i’ll  take   my   chances.   judging    by
                your   reaction,    you    ｗｏｕｌｄｎ＇ｔ    be   interested  in
                pulling  some long winded henry  &  ottis shtick so that  leaves
                the  helper. do   you   know   or   not   because   if  not,  this  is  
                wasting  your time just as much as it is mine.”

       he   knew   he   probably shouldn’t leave the  reason   for   his
       question   to  the  imagination  but  in  all  honesty,  it  was   a
       little  embarrassing   (   &   even harder to explain  ).  tripping,
       falling   &   breaking   his  nose  on  a  coffee  table  was   bad
       enough,   but  having  to  explain  his  lack  of  a  broken  nose
       was  simply  too  much.   he  supposed  he  could  say  it  was
       a  friend  that  had  fallen, but he never had been  one  for  lies. 

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                          wouldn’t he, truly ? admittedly ;   dean never labeled himself as
               a hero or anything sharing similarities with the guidebook of being a SAVIOR,
                but he still likes to believe that he is traipsing in wars against all forms of evil,
                  side-kicking someone in a murder spree allegedly partaking in the category.
                 ———- although, if it were a murder spree against, say, a vampire nest,
                                                                                  he would so be in.

                       well, whatever is whatever. if he’s helping someone get away with
                  murder, at least he’ll do it with some proper knowledge. & if he ends up
                        raising suspicion specifically because of the accuracy, so be it.
                          it’s not like dean winchester is the most level headed planner.

                                          ❛  damp sponge. toothbrush if it’s dry.
                                blot the stain from the edges to the inside & make
                                   sure not to scrub, ‘cause it’s gonna get messy.  ❜

▌░ ❛ famelici.

                                         index stretching, it molds on the shape
                               of the button that hums a doorbell’s tune & in the wake
                                  of his await, he finds himself fidgeting impatiently,
                               greens painting over the decorations gracing the walls.

░ ► angeriism.

                         he treads with contained steps, gliding through piles of
                    rubble & dust, basically the whole landscape to point out to a
                       certain PERIL behind the chosen location. then again, all
                  shut down sites & fields bordered by mighty fences are this way
                         for a  r e a s o n. retracting a flashlight from the inside of
                      his jacket, he implodes a light in an instinctual flick erupted
                            from uncanny rattles & footsteps that tickle his ears.

                           his raging battle stance steams out when the glowing string
                        of light lands on a figure & the lack of offense leads him to, at the
                                  very least, HOPE that he isn’t facing his  p r e y.

                                          ❛  ———- ‘ey, lady. everythin’ good
                                   with ya ? ’s a bit late even for late night strolls.  ❜

sxdere ► ???

       ❝ and you’re complaining  
                            w h y ? ❞

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                                          ❛  ——– WHY ?
                                ‘cause it’s bullshit, that’s why !  ❜

ghostxbuster ► SAM.

“you look like you could
 go for some ice cream.”

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                                         ❛  ———— it’s winter.  ❜

themiistress ► what the fuck.

 || ☠ ;;  BRING OUT YOUR DEAD. || 

                   ❝ huh.    you don’t see that everyday. ❞

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                                          ❛  mary poppins full on stargatin’
                                              from the grey mornin’ clouds ?  ❜

                                                ❛  —— you’d be surprised, sister.  ❜

ofcontracts ► CROWLEY.

“Dean. What can I do to
not help you, today?”

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                                        ❛  i thought you had a policy of
                                    keepin’ your word, you son of a bitch !  ❜

guiltisms ► SAM.

                          ❝don’t you think we deserve to do
                             more than just muddle through?
                             i’m sure we could do it.

                                     uhhh..more honest & possibly
                                     more responsible times?❞

                          ❝what does it matter? i haven’t done it in a
                              while & i don’t think it’s in my future.❞

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                                           ❛  dude. c'mon. we don’t afford jobs.
                                                                  that’d mean we’d ————

                                          ———- …  ❜

                                    ❛  .  .  .  haven’t done it …   IN A WHILE ? 

                                                      geez, sammy.  got any confessions to
                                                          make to your big brother ?  ❜

bloodysalad ► SAM.

a pointed look is shot in the other’s  direction  as the cap pops from
his bottle. a quick swig & a moment of SILENCE.  how many times
has this car broken down — & how many times has dean put it back
together. sam has lost count at this point.

                               ’ —— want me to call us a tow ? ‘

lips press together in thought as he swallows down a mouthful of beer.
worse case scenario,     they’ll spend some time at bobby’s. hell, dean
could probably use the  d o w n t i m e .            
                                                                   they both could.

                             ’ better yet —- i could call up bobby. ‘

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                                      ► there is a basic instinct to twitch an eye, which he
                             reprimands by quickly snapping air to his own beer & rolling the
                                comely taste down his throat. there is SOMETHING about
                                            passing the situation onto someone else’s shoulders
                                    that makes dean feel as if he’s betraying himself, most of all.

                                 regardless, he does consider it & offers a light throat
                                              clearing to break the acceptance into his
                                  vocal chords, lower back pillared now against the
                                     broached hood, slammed open for a purifying fuming.

                                            ❛  don’t think we’ve got much choice at this point.
                                                              …  gonna be stuck ‘ere for a while, too.

                                                     ——— and where is HERE, again ?  ❜

thedarknesstohislight ► ???

                                     ❛you just look exactly like him? 
                               is that what you expect me to believe? ❜

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                                                      ❛  i obviously DON’T. gone through the same
                                                                  thing one too many times ; jus’ enough
                                                  to know what to ask for. all i’m askin’ for is
                                                                 a bit of TIME. time ‘cause there’s
                                               somethin’ bad for real out there & you’re in danger.  ❜