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Sam Winchester/Hunter/32 years old Independent Sam Winchester RP Blog Mun 25 + Multi-fandom friendly Selective Written by: Liz

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Once again this blog has moved to

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Once again this blog has moved to

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Once again this blog has moved to

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Okay my new home.

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I’ll be moving my drafts from this blog to the new blog tomorrow. If I have thread(s) with you. Follow me here cause this blog is archived. 

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This blog is officially archived!

I will link the new blog when it’s in business!

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I’m going to take a little Semi- Hiatus until Wednesday. I also plan on archiving this blog, and moving current threads over to the new blog. My url will still be the same. I’ll be busy doing that. I’ve been on this blog for a year, and the dash is just getting messy and stuff. 

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"Hey, you alright? You look pale."

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 Claire’s not entirely sure why her first instinct is to lie, but the “yeah, yeah, ‘m fine,” definitely isn’t the truth——not only does she feel like she’s about to collapse, but she’s cold and her head feels like it’s about to freakin’ explode.

  She backtracks, shaking her head just a bit. “Actually, I think maybe I’m catching a cold, or something…?” 

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“I thought you’d say that.” Sam swung his arm from behind his back, holding a bag of cold medicine.”Brought you a little gift.” He handed it to her, and walked back to the door. “If you need anything else, just yell.” Sam lightly smacked  the the door frame. Stepping out, returning to his research.

[attcntiondefislut]

Drunk meme

Random drunk quote found on google.

“Don’t tell ___ that I’m drinking.”

“See? I’m not too drunk. I can still take my clothes off.”

“I lost my pants. Where are my pants?”

“Beer before liquor, never sicker. Liquor before beer, liquor, liquor, liquor.”

“A straw is just a test tube, with a hole at the bottom.”

“Dude, try this.”

“I feel like a pickle torpedo… In a sea of graham cracker crumbs.”

“I may or may not also be drunk.”

“I’ll protect you! I’m (superhero name)!”

“If I had 50 ____, I’d give you one but only one.”

“I’m surrounded by an idiot.”

“I would punch a baby for a burrito right now.”

“This is the most I’ve ever been. Ever.”

“I’m so mad I could punch Superman in the face.”

“Is there a better way to do this?”

“Sorry about your shoes.”

“Don’t worry, when I’m in charge you can still be deputy of fire truck planet.”

“If drunk was a fruit, I’d be a ___.”

“I’m hungry. And I’m horny. I’m horngry.”

“I can’t look up, cause then I see your face and can’t stop staring.”

“Who put this wall here?”

“Stop screwing with my brain movies.”

“It’s YELLOW.”

“This is my song!”

“I’m not drunk.”

“I’m not THAT drunk.”

“I think I’m drunk.”

[yaelstiel]

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Party this WED!

Spn is back!

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“Demon blood detox…now that sounds like nasty business.” He lived quite a life, and she couldn’t really say she envied it at all. She almost felt bad for him, then he kept on talking. These no-humanity types and their inability to find their mouth’s off switch. “Charming,” she muttered dryly, “I forgot how much I loved talking to the empty. No, I don’t fear Death. I can’t be killed, so I’m pretty sure he can’t take me anywhere.” Nachos? She did not know how to take him sometimes. “Maybe I should just bring the fun to you…don’t want you getting any ideas about selling me to the highest bidder or whatever you soulless hunters do.”

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“You’d be surprised what Death can do.” Sam said, rolling his eyes. She barked a bunch of nonsense half the time. When he had a soul, his guess was he found it funny the amount of a superiority complex this vampire had. “I’m sorry, were you still talking? I dozed off.” He asked, politely. There was a hint of sarcasm in his tone of voice. “I wouldn’t sell you, I’d just give you away.” Sam scoffed, he knew better ways to gain a few bucks. 

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  Giving a defenseless shrug, though his brother couldn’t see it - a weird noise came out of Dean’s mouth, the noise he made when he was thinking up a lie “What the hell to you, called me five times in a row!” It was all he could come up with, it worked.. sort of. “Yeah, sure - get me whatever.” Dean brushed it off, quickly hanging up with out a second thought and tossing his phone over to the bed.

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Sam returned to the motel room, opening the door, one arm cradling a bag of food. It was was oddly quiet. “Dean?” He set the bag of food on the table. There were a bunch guns on one of the beds. Dean was in one of his moods. “Uh, foods here!” Sam raised his voice, letting his brother know he was back. Dean better not have been kidnapped by demons again. This night was turning weirder by the minute.

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My longer drafts which have been sitting there for ages (sorry guys.) will have to wait til later.

I have to return to work cause we’re doing a fairytale window thing, and I’m being Aurora. Our fairytale is Sleeping Beauty.

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“I don’t even like surprises.”

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“Not my problem. You’ll just have to deal with it.” 

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I'll get to drafts tomorrow.