bring me some pie

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ofxetherealxfaith‌:

“Perhaps not so much a champion.” He added though of course even in the state he was in, he’d taken no time to snake his arm around the hunter as some precaution in case his balance decided to give up on him entirely. “I have you, Dean don’t worry about it.” The angels voice was as soft as he could make it, peering around for a moment. “What do you need?” He was uncertain to why the present experience was strangely sobering but it really was. 

Dean burst out a short laugh that turned into a feat of coughing as he leaned against the angel for support, welcoming the comforting warmth that came with Castiel’s body heat. Or for a being like him, his vessel’s. “We didn’t drink the entire top shelf, Cas. Sounds like a really sad fail.” They like wouldn’t have accomplished the feat at any rate, though, he tried his best. “I don’t think I...I don’t need anything but you right now. You’re awesome.” The man’s stomach rumbled loudly, causing the man to press a hand to his mouth. “Nope, lied, I need air. Fresh air.” Dean searched the crowd for Sam just in case he needed to tell his brother where they were headed, but decided to text him later.

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mrngstrs‌:

“ my relationship with josh is none of your business. “ lucifer finished off his drink before setting it down on a tray a waiter was carrying. “ what goes on between josh and i is none of your business because while you may be his pseudo-father – it’s my blood that runs through his veins and our relationship or lack there of doesn’t need comment from the peanut gallery. “ he found himself moving closer to dean. “ i don’t know how many times i have to say my word is my bond for you to get that through your head, dean. and quite frankly, i don’t have to prove myself to you, sam or castiel for that matter. and for the record never threaten me again. no matter how much josh cares about you, he may understand if i finally snap with the shit that you’ve pulled lately. “

“I’m not blowing air out of my ass throwing around lies just to get under your skin or, shit, piss you the hell off.” Lucifer’s method of intimidation sent Dean’s eyes practically rolling to the back of his head as the dark-haired angel stepped closer. It would never matter how many times the devil claimed his promise to Josh will hold up indefinitely, the hunter may have been pushing past his boundaries and setting himself up for disaster incurring Lucifer’s wrath, but he couldn’t trust the bargain for his safety wouldn’t crack under pressures Dean wasn’t responsible for. That will always stem from his distrust of the man. “If I was threatening you, Lucifer, you would know. Josh told me that’s how far he was willing to go if things went south and I can’t deny his help.”

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frstkller‌:

“you’ll regret saying that, but sure,” cain rolled his eyes, collecting the remenants of his drug habits and tucking them away in his inside jacket pocket, attempting to compose himself further as he adjusted his tie. “I know that,” he retorted, a smirk lingering on his lips as he tapped his glass against dean’s own, finishing it off and sliding his empty glass over the bar for a refill. “die hard, really?” he tried not to pass judgment, but movies had seriously gotten worse as the years went on. “if there’s anything I know about the old prick in the sky, its that he never lies about making a point,” he mumbled, rolling up his sleeve to reveal his mark, still clear as day on his flesh, much to his dismay. “ask me nicely,” cain hummed, smirking as he reached over the bar for a bottle, filling up his glass on his own accord.

“A druggie and a sex addict. Neat.” The hunter supposed when a supernatural was immortal, arbitrary things horrible for the health weren’t that much of a worrying issue. The idea of living forever perplexed someone like Dean who only lived a handful of years and even now at his age, he was on borrowed time. He couldn’t stop thinking the large storm blowing Beacon’s way will be the death of him. “Die Hard’s a Christmas classic. Don’t insult that movie in front of me.” Dean commented, his gaze immediately falling to the oddly shaped scar on Cain’s forearm. No ordinary weapon or burn could make a mark exactly like that, so it was anyone’s guess had there been a larger purpose for it. A purpose that sent Dean’s curiosity spinning. “Alright, then please tell me why you’re here. And what,” He pointed to Cain’s mark, “is that?”

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ofblocdyhands‌:

“ a lot of supernatural creatures exist, dean. why shouldn’t angels and demons? “ kieran let out a heavy sigh. “ look, dean, i like josh. i care about him and i was there when you weren’t. there’s a reason i’m not running for the hills when i should be. but i know who i am and what i am. just because i like him doesn’t change any of that. “

“This shit used to be simpler. No divine cosmic beings, just cannibals and ghosts.” Dean found his shoulders relaxing, doing his very best to behave himself just like Josh wanted. “You know, I’ve always been the harshest on him between me and Sammy or Cas. He never stopped trying to please me and I was shitty when he needed me the most.” That day still haunted the man. “I don’t like this, you know I don’t, but if Josh is happy being whatever with you...I’ll live with it.”

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dvlschild‌:

“you are not killing him,” josh objected instantly, standing his ground and tilting his chin up ever so slightly. “kieran kills other witches, dean, the same thing we’ve always done. if anything he’s hunting his own kind, he’s never hurt anybody that’s human, I mean – and I…” he looked down at his feet and shrugged, “he was the person I went to, and yeah, he was just a hook up but he’s — uninvolved, uncomplicated. he just likes me, and he helped me heal… which – no offence, but it’s more than you did…” josh shrugged, “he’s really not so bad.”

“I didn’t exactly say I was killing him, but he’s making it very hard for me not to.” Dean held up his hands in defense, drawing the line just in case this could potentially turn into another fight. “You spent plenty of time with him, right? I’m going to assume he told you about his psycho of a mother and her dabbling in dark magic. That shit runs in the family.” The man frowned, “More than I did?” Dean was prepared to make an argument before dropping it altogether. Again, starting a second fight isn’t what he wanted. “You know what, okay, fine.” He released a breath, gaze searching Josh’s, “You like him. He ain’t a hookup anymore, kid.”

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firefngs‌:

“why? who’s his birth father?” blue asked, blinking a few times, she knew that josh was nephilim, of course, she just wasn’t aware of who exactly he belonged to, and she wondered if josh was simply oing to fess up, even if she doubted it. “I know what he is, just not who he is,” she pointed out, shrugging her shoulders as she jumped back onto the bar once more. “I do take orders, by choice, I have a bond with a demon, one I never had with my father, or my sisters, I never did anything I don’t want to and I still don’t now – I was bred for this shit, it’s not a matter of liking it or disliking it, I just do it, because it’s what I’m meant to do. just like your dad bred you to become a hunter. you never asked for it, and you never questioned it, you just did it.” her shoulders lifted in a half-assed shrug as a smile touched her features, “doubtful, but sure.”

“Exactly.” Dean couldn’t trust Blue even if she was the last person on earth. Or maybe that was his mistake for automatically assuming every demon or hellhound knew the identity of Josh’s father. For once, he had the upper hand. “I’m going to be a dick and let that little detail float in that brain of yours before it festers and festers and festers until your curiosity can’t take it.” If his judgement about Blue’s personality were correct, she would either try grabbing the information from the hunter or go out looking for the answer herself. Sure, maybe it wasn’t a difficult piece of work as Dean thought it could be with how well-know Josh is becoming, but at least the hellhound wouldn’t hear it from his lips. “In case you’re not finished trying to compare me with you, I don’t follow orders anymore. At least I’m not nothing without a demon barking commands.” The man folded his arms across his chest, “Since you thought to bring it up, where do we start? Shitty childhood? Your lack of love?”

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ofxetherealxfaith‌:

There was something sobering about it or perhaps not sobering as much as the close proximity just gave the angel something to focus on that wasn’t in complete double vision. He wasn’t even paying complete attention to the words that the hunter said before he blinked a few times and shook his head. “Probably…not the best idea.” there was no telling whether that was in reply to Dean’s question or some of the things that happened to have passed his mind. Not that he was about to move away any time soon. “I believe you uh…won.” 

“And Dean Winchester comes out on top as reigning champion.” Dean moved to lift his hands in the air in a victory double fist pump, but somehow lost his balance and stumbled straight into the counter before a hand caught the edge just in time. “I, uh, I just-” The amount of alcohol the hunter guzzled down during the majority of the night had finally caught up with a nasty vengeance. Dean’s head pounded with what he assumed as the beat of the music blaring as the nausea finally went into onset. “This, this, wasn’t a good...son of a...” With his speech burred, he wasn’t making any sense. “Oh, me no likey.”

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frstkller‌:

“sure,” he smirked, turning his head towards dean, pushing his tongue to the roof of his mouth, “I’m immortal, not a murderer, you really do jump to conclusions, huh?” cain leaned forward, intentionally closing their space a little too much for strangers, “I can assure you, dean, you’ve taken more lives than I have in my lifetime, which is – every lifetime, doesn’t that say more about you?” cain brought his drink to his lips and downed the majority of the drink, almost tempted to laugh at the spot on response he’d received, something that was clearly meant as a joke, “that’s the one.”

“Yeah, okay, just...keep it in your pants.” It was easy to push the flirting aside and blow off the fact that the guy he was talking to wasn’t unattractive, but Dean wasn’t in the mood. “You aren’t the first to point that out, pal. I’m starting to think that maybe it’s true at this rate.” Dean pushed his head back at the sudden closeness, something he was all too familiar with Cas, but with this man became a little...unsettling. Yet, the hunter made no move to take a step back. “I think that just says I was a born bred killer with severe daddy issues.” He commented, finally moving away and emptying his glass. “Sure, sure, come out to the coast, we’ll get together, have a few laughs.” The sarcastic pop reference to Die Hard came as he flagged down the bartender. “You know what, Cain, nothing surprises me anymore. Of course you’re real. Why’re you here?”

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dptyparrish‌:

 Star Wars. Jordan caught onto the reference immediately. It was one of the first films he’d watched that didn’t completely bore him to death. He rather enjoyed it. Even enough to say they were on his list of favourite film throughout the years. He made it his mission to stay at least, semi on top of popular culture. At this point, Jordan had a pretty good idea on the kind of guy Dean was like and it was one he liked. One he’d liked to keep around even if it’s not on any sort of dating like basis. He just went with his gut. Honestly, he hadn’t expected him to say yes. “I mean, I did, didn’t I? But I’m pretty sure you’re the one who suggested we went for it then I there. You must really like me or something? Totally have a thing for a nice guy in a uniform. You’re right though, it totally gives me bragging rights to the other deputies. I should be thanking you, not judging.” Jordan tilts his head at him. “Ouch. Wasn’t bad? Doesn’t like a second one is in store. Though if you did, pretty sure you’d have to ask me.” Alcohol now in his system, the shot not being horrible to take down unlike whatever he’d had before, he’s more relaxed. It’s away from anyone. It was just himself and Dean and he was human. He wasn’t a hellhound who was dragging souls off. Jordan really liked being human and moments like this only reminded him why. He was happier. Parrish’ own smirk kind of matched the one on Dean’s now.  “That you do, my friend. Then again, what I expect from a the health inspector. I thought you said you were good at parties” Part of Jordan didn’t really believe Dean when he said his line of work but he’s not deterred by liars. Not completely. In a way, he does because he’s in the police force and hated them but Dean’s was harmless? At least, that’s what he thought. Jordan’s voice when he spoke was challenging him. The friendly competition was nice. “Round 2 it is. I’m going to put you to shame, Dean. I feel like tonights my night.” 

“Well, I could have a thing with any guy who’s got your features. I wasn’t about to waste a perfect opportunity and another donut. We had the cute and adorable deputy, the coffee shop, and one hell of a chemistry. Maybe I was just a little excited to get the date started and couldn’t wait til’ dinner.” The cafe seemed the most relaxed environment for one man who rarely goes on dates. Most interactions Dean found he had an attraction to were from bars and a few hours of talking or even less before the one night stand happens. If he could recall, actually, he wound up in bed with someone with a record time of fifteen minutes which was ultimately shameless of the hunter. “Hey, hey, I didn’t mean wasn’t bad as wasn’t bad. I’m all for being the upstanding polite gentleman if that’s your thing, but I have a gut feeling you’re the type of guy who doesn’t do vanilla.” Dean turned to order them both another round of shots, throwing in a beer for himself while he was at it. No doubt in his mind he would be waking up the next morning with the world’s worst hangover. “Oh, baby, I am the party.” Downing the tequila and releasing a satisfied whistle, the man clapped his hands together. “How about I throw in a fun little incentive for you, deputy? If I don’t pass out at the end of the night, we go for date numero dos.”

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mzkeen‌:

“do not group me in with the rest of them,” he pulled a face, rolling his eyes rather quickly, though it was really no secret to anybody involved that mazikeen didn’t exactly enjoy the array of demons that had followed himself. “poor kid? how do you know he isn’t awful? how do you know that he isn’t… I don’t know, a rapist, a murderer? how do you know he isn’t suicidal? or abused maybe? how do you know I didn’t save him?” his lips curled up into a smirk, “you judge pretty quickly, huh? is that the winchester way?” maze leaned back against the wall, lifting his brows at dean, glancing back at josh. “at first, sure, but he’s –” maze let out a sigh, unsure why he was taking the more honest route, “he’s so much like his mom, who was really hard to dislike.”

“Black eyes, yellow eyes, red, you’re all the same to me. First demon or not.” It was easier for Dean to believe every single demon shared the same personality traits. A thing for torture, killing, sadistic tendencies, they were human souls twisted and warped into a black mass who were careless with their human hosting bodies. “You’re still giving him a life as a fucking demon condom. Don’t flatter yourself thinking what you were doing is saving the kid.” He scoffed, “Making split decisions at the drop of the hat is the Winchester way, so yeah, I do judge quickly because I have to.” Despite Maze’s mentioning of Josh’s mother and knowing the kid shared her qualities despite the fact he never met the woman, Dean couldn’t allow a shred of softness slip. “Well, I’ll be damned, the demon has a heart.”

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firefngs‌:

“of course I do, I can’t watch you without seeing the kid…” she tilted her head, “he’s so cute, it’s a shame he’s strictly dickly.” or at least, that was the impression josh had given her over the past couple moonths. her head tilted to the side, lips curling up as he continued to deny her, although, hunters had before, and she’d won them over too. maybe dean was a little more brusk than most, but he was already half way there. “at this point dude, you should just assume that everything is real until you’re given proof that it’s not, so much easier that way…” she twisted a loose curl around her finger and bit her lower lip, “I’m nice, you nknow, most of the time. it really isn’t my fault that humans are dumb enough to sell their souls, I don’t force them to man, I just collec tthe debt that they aren’t willing to pay. I don’t claim innocence, but I’m also not going to be painted as the bad guy. I kill quickly, unless the particular human is trash and deserves to be ripped apart.” her head tilted back, trying not to think of their collection of john winchester, who had gone willingly, and most definitely was heading to hell anyway, but somehow tugged at her heart strings. she hopped off the bar and stepped closer to him, “what’s the harm, huh? scared you’ll prove me right?”

“Sure, and I bet that’s got nothing to do with his birth father.” With Josh most days, that was one of the main reasons hellhounds, angels, demons, the like were so interested in the kid. Dean knew even without the nephilim powers, getting involved with the Winchesters also automatically placed him in the circle of infamy. “I would’ve said you should be in the nut house a long time ago, but I can’t go on the if I can see it, I can kill it belief anymore. I know better.” This was a time before angels touched down on earth, before he met Castiel or Josh, back a time when it was just his brother and his father hotting the road and taking the usual cases or when the strongest being they believed was out there was the thing that killed Mary Winchester. How ignorant they were. “I didn’t hear anything in that sentence claiming you don’t enjoy collecting souls and ripping people apart. You still take orders from a demon or the devil or whoever’s holding your leash.” Dean’s thoughts immediately drifted to his father. What he went through after making the deal to save his son’s life, the agony. He had to wonder if the hellhound dragged John to hell. The man watched Blue with a fixed hard stare even as she inched closer, “Fine, I’ll bite. If I prove your ass wrong, I’m satisfied.”

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dvlschild‌:

josh held him, knowing this was far out of their comfort zone but not caring one bit, emotion threatened but he fought the urge, knowing that it was no good to let his guard down in front of everybody in town it seemed, just incase. josh patted his back, breathing out a chuckle at his words before pulling back. “sounds good – best behaviour, right? no attempted murders unless completely necessary…” he glanced over his shoulder, picking kieran out instantly, before looking back at dean, a small sigh following, “please.”

Dean adjusted his position in order to peer behind Josh, hoping against hope he wasn’t indicating who first popped into the hunter’s mind, but firmly pressing his lips together when the familiar sight of Kieran came into his view. Low and behold, it was no surprise there. “I’m not saying he’s got the official stamp of approval, but his name’s far down on my list of priority kills.” In fact, he wasn’t entirely sure the witch was on the list anymore. There were bastards far evil than Kieran who actually deserved Dean’s full attention. “But Kieran, Josh, really? The guy’s a total ass.”

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ofxetherealxfaith‌:

“Mhmm..-” he almost lazily replied, a sober Castiel would have argued that drinking and…body shots were the last things that could solve Heavens issues though as of now all he could do was grumble. Swallowing back as the hunters lips met his wrist, watching him closely or both of him at this point. “As you wish.” The Angel moved closer, mostly because he feared leaning in would end with him on his ass. So he waited until he was close enough to lean in and attempt to take the lime gripping the bar to make him as stable as possibly. 

Their physical proximity was close, it was something Dean noted as Cas took the lime, and while the burst personal space bubble used to be a problem between the two men...circumstances change and he couldn’t say he minded it too much. “And that,” Dean slurred after a long paused beat, his gaze scanning the angel’s flushed features that seemed to match his own, “Is how you do a body shot. Simple, fun, and always my experience a precursor of something way better.” Oh, he hoped he remembered this in the morning, “Want to try it or are you down for the count, Cas?”

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neurxticbarbie‌:

“Not as big as you might think.” She mused shoving her drink into his hand as she began fixing his bow tie for him loosening it ever so slightly so as to possibly make his breathing a bit easier. Based on her hearing she assumed that might be part of the cause of the irritation even if a human body could narrow it down. “Mom-ing is like my whole deal. It’s easier to just give in a go with it. Besides if you spoke to my cousin you’d know that you’re no where near the level that I subject him to.” He’d lost his Mother and she’d been all but abandoned once upon a time by her own with how work was prioritised. So somewhere along the way she’d taken up the Mothering roll, that is until they grew apart for that stretch of time. When she ignored his existence and looked the other way from bullies. “Deloris is still alive?” Caroline asked lighting up as she plucked her glass right back. “I’m impressed.” 

“Hey, I pay attention.” Dean all but gave up the resistance as he allowed the blonde to properly adjust his bow tie, realizing his internet tutorial attempts didn’t leave his throat much room to suck in air. It was more confining than a regular tie and less easier secure into place. “Trust me, Caroline, the amount I spent without my own mother, it’s kind of shooting into overload territory. Your poor cousin.” He wouldn’t necessarily object someone else apart from the people he perceived as his family to take care of him in a motherly fashion, but it did make the hunter slightly uncomfortable. He just wasn’t accustomed to the mussing and fussing most normally have. “You, uh, you named the plant Deloris?” Oh, the little things people did, like naming a living non-talking thing like it were an actual person. The thought caused an amuse smile to peek through. “Looked male to me. I was calling it Van Halen.”

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frstkller‌:

“you’re even hotter when you’re grumpy,” cain hummed, leaning forward ever so slightly, licking his lower lip and turning to face dean more directly. “wanting to wipe out all humanity? no kid, no homocidal tendencies here – much, only when necessary, but you know all about that, don’t you sunshine?” he ordered two rounds of bourbon and offered up a glass to dean, “but yes, immortal, but still technically human-ish. name’s cain.”

“Yeah, like that’s going to loosen my damn belt.” Dean mumbled irritably, casting the man a dark glare and shaking his head, “Oh, I wasn’t aware homicidal tendencies meant saving lives. I wouldn’t lump me in the same category as you.” The hunter eyed the glass skeptically before taking it, not one to turn down a free drink even if he didn’t trust whoever was giving it to him. “Cain. You wouldn’t happen to have a brother named Abel, would you?” Dean wrote it off as a joke.

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ofxetherealxfaith‌:

He wasn’t certain whether it was just his own level of intoxication or Dean’s but either way he wasn’t about to even attempt understanding any of it and instead just nodded as if that would be convincing enough that he’d managed to comprehend what the hunter meant when in turn it was entirely the opposite issue. “Yes, why don’t…you uh demonstrate.” He managed to get out before he moved to lean on the bar as support, still not entirely seeing the appeal but at this point he was too far gone to protest anything and instead simply attempted to keep his gaze on the hunter. 

“Maybe teaching the other winged dicks how body shots work could pull the sticks from their asses. Alright, remember, salt first.” Dean had to step closer in order to reach over and wrap his fingers around Cas’ hand, gently flipping it wrist side up before sprinkling with a few grains of salt. He didn’t hesitate leaning forward and brought the flesh of the angel’s wrist to his lips before releasing his hold. “Then the shot.” He grabbed the glass, as well as the lime, and tipped the contents straight down, “And now the lime. Remember you have to take it from my mouth.” Dean placed the lime slice between his teeth and slightly leaned forward, encouraging Castiel with an eyebrow raise.

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ofxetherealxfaith‌:

“Sleep still confuses me.” Maybe it always would but that was what came with being as old as he was and not having done it until his main and current period on earth. There was no fighting the hunters words, granted there didn’t tend to be much ramifications when it came to downing each drink without much of a thought until they came back to bite him in the ass so to speak. There was almost a chuckle at the man’s expression. “Well you don’t have boobs, Dean or a less than appealing scream whenever you’re excited about something.” His voice was still low, with the words he spoke a little more spread out but other than that the only way you’d be able to tell he was buzzed was by his appearance. “You’re uh…speaking..like I know what those are.” 

“You don’t sleep. Instead, your little butt interrupts mine.” Really, Dean always joked about making a tally how many number of times Cas either popped up in the boys’ motel room or gave them a ring over a cell phone he rarely knew how to work just to wake them up. Even without the constant interruption, he got at least four hours a night on average which for a hunter who needed to stay sharp wasn’t nearly enough. “What are you talking about? My perky nipples are one hundred percent honest to your father real. I’d show them to you, but then I’m a girl gone wild and that’s not classy.” He hadn’t noticed his words were making little sense for the normal ear much less an angel who doesn’t drink often. “You...oh, you’re going to love them. Okay, here’s what you do,” Grabbing one of the shakers from the counter and unscrewing the cap, he poured a small handful of salt in his hand. “You put the salt on your stomach, wrist, neck, anywhere you want. You drink the shot down the hatch, then take one of those lime slices and stick that sucker in your mouth. Not all the way, but just enough for someone to lean over and take it from you with their own mouth. Do you want to go first or do you need the pro to show you?”