ind. blog for
dean winchester
from cw's
"supernatural"
selective | au | 18+

canon diverg.
mutual interaction.
est. oct. 2013
rebooted july 2015

written by freya.


status!

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● drafts: 14
● asks: 10 (on 27/07/15)
● accepting new threads !
● open to plotting !
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credit goes to eric kripke & co.

theme, avatar, headers, icons, self promos & other posted graphics are generally mine.


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"ghost town" by adam lambert
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▌░ ❛ queensnowvak. ► claire.

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          ❛ why, want some, fuckboy ?

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                                            ❛  not if they’re soaked in sitcom teenage
                                     angst && attitude problems, clarice the menace.  ❜

   

▌░ ❛ iinanis. ► cain.

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                 ❞ of course i knew, dean. 
                                     i spared you the warning label, remember?
                                     you’re going to kill me, and soon, and after— 
                                                               you’ll have it for the rest of your life. 

« ——– ├ ╰☆╮ ┤——– »

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                                                   ❛  what ‘bout now ?   hm ?
                                  d'you only know 'bout this whole GREAT COST
                            up till it gives me the black eyes ? what happens to you,
                                then ? what happens when the black eyes’re gone ?

                                   as y'can see, i have a lot of questions. can’t shoot
                         'em at a dead guy, plus, m'not STUPID enough to t'hink that
                                    icin’ you s'gonna magically solve my problems.  ❜

   

▌░ ❛ xqueensnowflake. ► claire.

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          ❛ right — well try not to put your
             back out while you help the
             doof, gramps. 

« ——– ├ ╰☆╮ ┤——– »

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                                            ❛  hope you’re keepin’ tissues on
                                      yourself all times, y'snotty nosed brat.  ❜

   

▌░ ❛ barbarastreisandthisbitch. ►marie.

        ☹                 ∂ιяє¢тσя                 ☻

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               ❛❛ do i look like i’m in the mood to be reminded
       that the thing that was supposed to be my homage to
       my mother’s career of directing and my dad’s writing
       career almost got me killed. so forgive me for trying
       to direct the subject into a new, less aggravating topic. ❜❜

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                                  ❛  ————- right.
                               robots & gay subtext are a lot
                                          less aggravating.  ❜

   

▌░ ❛ barbarastreisandthisbitch. ► marie.

        ☹                 ∂ιяє¢тσя                 ☻

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                ❛❛ seriously ?? not even an argument ??
                            you’re growing soft, dean. ❜❜

« ———— ├  ╰☆╮  ┤———— »

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                                           ❛  do i look like i’m in the mood to argue ?
                          believe it or not, sometimes i try to avoid gettin’ premature
                                                                     grey hairs. or somethin’.  ❜

   

▌░ ❛ barbarastreisandthisbitch. ► marie.

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         ” I said I was sorry— can’t we
           just forget it happened ??

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                                         ❛  just——- don’t—- …
                                                      FINE.  ❜

   

▌░ ❛ xqueensnowflake. ► claire.

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          ❛ i wasn’t wrong.
             so go find your surfboard & buzz off
             this has nothing to do with you. 
❜ 

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                                         ❛  with YOU, i’ve nothin’ to do.
                                  got a call from a friend and it’s him that
                                    i’m ‘ere to help. m'not goin’ anywhere.  ❜

   

xqueenovak:

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          ❛ did you just call me miley cyrus ? ❜ 

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                                         ❛  you called me hasselhoff.  ❜

   

▌░ ❛ fiidens ► sam.

It would’ve been seen as childish, had it been
anyone else. The reasoning would’ve gone
without understanding
. Yet still, Sam remained 
optimistic, eyes remain silently upon him- words 
uttered with a gentle conviction.

Hand pressing against Dean’s back, words
slow, careful. ”Dean,” he began, ”Don’t say 
that. We’re gonna find a way to fix this, okay?
We’ll fix it. Just like we always have.”

                            the solace pressed into his back rips a jolt from his frame,
                     as if he’s been a porcelain sculpture hanging to the edge of a shelf
                 quaked by the fury of the undergrounds. his motion is nearly neurotic &
             his breathing doesn’t cease its DRUMMING rhythm. the quick movement of
               his lips indicates an attempt at collecting words off his tongue, though all
                   he is able to do is sense the dampness of the ruby stains tainting his
               cheeks. it only seems to add fuel to the fire, for the only response he musters
             is one of an unvoiced despair —— trembling digits rise before his eyes, of a
                  bleached hollowness & he feels  U T T E R L Y  monstrous, a storming
                   rage within him giving him the need to tear his own skin off his bones.

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                                          ❛  ——- h-how …   how are we gonna fix THIS, sam ?  ❜

     

                                 CROWLEY. freaking crowley. fucking crowley.
                           this is all  his  fault. it has to be. blame has to shoulder
                     someone else, as far as the present tense stretches, at least.
               if he doesn’t struggle to channel the gas smoking through his innards,
           through a chest fragmented by shards, he might find a flicker to ignite said
        gas & set it ablaze. ultimately, he hasn’t peaked. oh, he is FAR from it. prompted
                 against the hood of the car, imploding chased breaths & low hisses of 
             distemper, it almost looks like he is battling to tame a panic attack, which
          it almost is, except it’s  w o r s e —— he is trying to tame HIMSELF, to pour
             ice on the opened can of worms spewing a chaotic adrenaline in his core.

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                                       ❛  i should’ve jus’ stayed dead.
                               i should’ve stayed dead so many times.  ❜

                  but, he didn’t. & all in order to shepherd him towards a path
                          he wouldn’t wish to his worst enemies to walk.