Winchester. Yes, like the rifle.

***Semi Active*** "We know a little bit about a lot of things. Just enough to make us d a n g e r o u s." ---- Saving people. Huntingthings. The family business.---- {Semi-private, and semi-selective. Please read the before.}

[bowleggedxhunter]

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[bowleggedxhunter]

///Tonight was so much fun. I didn’t know how much I missed Dean until I started doing my replies. I love you all. I’ll be back soon. God bless. <3 *hugs*

[bowleggedxhunter]

Adamantium Bones ~ lokislittlespider

[bowleggedxhunter]

lokislittlespider:

“It’s an oldie. But I love it,” She said softly. “Anyway. You can take a look at her after breakfast.” She smiled and ate her meal. “It’s just how I was raised. Thanks for turning out to not be a murderer,” She teased a bit, winking at him. “You know… there’s more to be cooked. You don’t have to eat like it might be your last meal.”

     “Yeah?” he asked, curious. He had rebuilt a ‘67 Chevy Impala more than once. His pride and beauty. He’d had to leave her behind when he left. He hoped Bobby had the good sense to come pick her up and hide her in his garage... before someone else found her. 

     He looked at his plate, and managed a slight chuckle. “Old habits, you know?” 

[thenavajovalleyhandler]

The Ship of Dreams|| Closed Bowleggedxhunter

[bowleggedxhunter]

thenavajovalleyhandler:

“I’m Alexandra,” She offered before furrowing her brows. “The worst plunge?” Alex tilted her head slightly and bit her lip. “And before you ask why I care… it’s a lot about self preservation. First class passenger comes down here, something happens to him… everyone thinks one of us did something.”

     “I’m engaged, Alexandra.” Dean said wryly, his voice tinged with the effects of the alcohol. “To a really horrible woman.” Never the type to pour out his feelings, especially to a total stranger, Dean wrenched himself out of his thoughts. 

     “But enough about me,” he continued. “Tell me about you?”

[bowleggedxhunter]

Adamantium Bones ~ lokislittlespider

[bowleggedxhunter]

lokislittlespider:

Natalia smiled a bit and then shook her head. “I’m fine… although… maybe you can take a look at a car I’ve got outside?” She offered. “It hasn’t been running right for a while. If you know anything about cars, I’d greatly appreciate it.” She grabbed a glass and some orange juice before sitting down at the table and starting to eat her breakfast. “Sorry it’s not much.”

     “Yeah,” Dean nodded. “I can do that. What kind of car do you have?” He hoped it was something he’d be able to fix before taking off. He would stay as long as he needed to in order to fix it- within reason. He knew hanging around too long could get Natalia killed, and Dean would never forgive himself if that happened. 

     He joined her at the table. “No, it’s perfect.” he said. “Thank you. You don’t know how much I appreciate this.” He made up his plate, and began to eat, savoring every bite.

[thenavajovalleyhandler]

The Ship of Dreams|| Closed Bowleggedxhunter

[bowleggedxhunter]

thenavajovalleyhandler:

Seeing the man there, caused her to panic. What was he doing on this deck? Oh goodness. What was she going to do? She might be able to sneak away without anyone noticing. But there was something off about this particular individual.

Swallowing thickly, she got up from her bench and slowly moved off toward him. “You look a bit too nice to be on this deck of the ship,” She mentioned softly, her black hair blowing in the wind. Tucking a bit behind her ear, she smiled at him shyly. “Not planning anything drastic like… I don’t know… jumping, are you? I can tell you right now… you wouldn’t last. The water’s near freezing, and from a height like this… broken bones. Not good.”

     Chuckling darkly, Dean tossed his head back. Jumping. As if his family wouldn’t raise him from the dead to make sure he went through with his marriage. “No,” he assured the strangely caring woman. “Jumping’s not in the cards for me. I’ve already taken the worst plunge of my life.” He stared out over the rail at the waves as they ebbed in the darkness. 

     “Who’re you?” he asked, raising his bottle of beer to his lips for a long draw.

[iinvicti]

when someone’s muse and writing skills are just utterly flawless and you’re just:

[wearealsoboats]

disgustingly cute domestic scenes to imagine your otp in:

getting slightly too drunk in the middle of the afternoon and slow dancing to dumb cheesy old music and kissing in a way that’s more laughter than actual kissing, mouths clumsy and hands gripping tight and sunlight slanting over them as they move lazily together 

curling up on the sofa together, feet tucked under thighs and arms around shoulders, watch the kind of crap tv that only airs at 3am because they don’t want to go to untangle themselves to go to bed

hectic mornings when they each need to be somewhere and they’re rushing around each other, ducking into bathrooms and bedrooms and kitchen cupboards, pausing to straighten tops and press kisses to cheeks

going through old photos together and collapsing into laughter every three pictures, and zooming in on ones where they’re pulling awful faces or ones that were taken at just the wrong moment

getting ready for nights out together, standing shoulder to shoulder as they brush their teeth or get their faces ready or style their hair, knocking elbows and hips as they try and hog more space

standing quietly together in the kitchen after long, exhausting days, leaning into each other for support, breathing in the smell of home, fingers carding through hair and stroking down spines, until they feel like they can relax and smile properly again

[bowleggedxhunter]

Adamantium Bones ~ lokislittlespider

[bowleggedxhunter]

lokislittlespider:

Smiling at him, she had some already cooked with toast ready as well. “I’m glad you did,” She replied with a nod. “I’ll have some coffee ready if you want.” She put the cooked items on the table and hummed a bit, thinking about everything that she needed to do with him. She needed to make sure he got to where her organization would get him… and keep him away from that horrible place that made him.

“Is there anything I can get for you?” She asked, tilting her head slightly.

     “No, I’m good, thank you.” he said simply. “Everything looks- and smells- delicious. Can I give you a hand with anything?” he offered again, feeling awkward just standing there. He grabbed the last ready dish she hadn’t moved and brought it to the table, putting it somewhere where there was room. He took a sip from his glass of water before putting it where he chose to sit. 

     “You’ve been so good to me. I’d love to repay the favor.” 

[bowleggedxhunter]

Adamantium Bones ~ lokislittlespider

[bowleggedxhunter]

lokislittlespider:

Natalia had gone ahead and sent her message, then got a reply making sure she took care of the man that was sleeping in the bed upstairs. The redhead didn’t sleep, something she usually dreaded doing because she hated the feeling and memories.

She was awake and cooking bacon when he woke. When she heard him on the stairs, she smiled and looked over at him. “Morning. Did you sleep well?” She asked, hoping he had.

     “Hi,” he greeted her, shoving his hands in his pockets. “You’re up early. Can I give you a hand with anything?” He crossed over into the kitchen, heading over to her to wait for instructions. “Yeah,” he lied. “It was real cozy. Thank you.” 

     The scent of the bacon was already calling him. Dean heard his stomach rumble. He smiled awkwardly, a little embarrassed. Hoping Natalia hadn’t heard that, he helped himself to a glass of water. Sure, it wouldn’t hurt to stay for breakfast before he took off and hit the road, he decided. 

[carbysorangeshirt]

i don’t think anyone fully understands how iconic of a film the princess diaries truly is. everything in that film is iconic. the apartment/firehouse. the scooters as a method of transportation. “get off the grass” in 4 languages. “please don’t crush my soy nuts.” the mustang. the weird neighbor who writes poetry. the m&ms on the keyboard and the pizza. “it’s a wango?” lily’s otter backpack. the whole paolo makeover sequence. every foot pop. stop me i could go on forever the princess diaries is so iconic it’s on the same level of iconography as star wars (1977)

[dubcliq]

#WAIT UP #NOT YOU I DON’T EVEN KNOW YOU

[thenavajovalleyhandler]

The Ship of Dreams|| Closed Bowleggedxhunter

[bowleggedxhunter]

thenavajovalleyhandler:

Alexandra made her way back up on deck after she’d finished her meal. Dressed in a coat and a warm skirt with laced up boots, she closed her eyes, twirling her charcoal over her fingers like a baton. When she’d settled on a picture in her head, she sketched it on the paper, humming to herself.

She heard a few people around her, but paid them no mind. All of the decks were allowed on the Third Class deck, but she was only allowed on her own deck unless she was specifically invited. And she doubted that would ever happen.

Opening her eyes, she looked around to see who had joined her and if there were any scenes she could sketch out. In all honesty, she wondered if she’d ever see that first class passenger again, other than on her paper. He looked so… hollow, depraved… lonely.

     Alcohol and air. The combination was a surefire remedy to any ailment. Dean had taken a rare chance to escape his terrible fiancee, Wanda Wells-Flowerstein. He had hidden himself in back of the third class deck, a place she’d never go because she claimed it ‘offended her delicate nose.’ Dean had always rolled his eyes at that, sometimes subtly, sometimes obviously, always earning a pout from that woman. Feigning ill had gotten him out of dinner tonight, but he’d have to survive the rest of the cruise with her.

     The man sighed, heavy and solemn. He needed to break off the engagement to survive, but if he did... the family war would explode all over again. 

     What was a dashing charmer like himself to do?

[casatyourservice-deactivated201]

Welcome to the Void

[bowleggedxhunter]

perditionxraisingxclarence:

Castiel sank to his knees in exhaustion, as the wind buffeted him. He didn’t know how he was supposed to find the Winchesters and even if he did, were they even alive? He couldn’t bear to find their lifeless bodies, he couldn’t.

A huge bolt of lightning illuminated the sky and the space, jerking Cas out of his reverie. He looked up and saw a human like form hit the ground. It couldn’t be one of them, could it? He crawled over to it, as the rain blinded him as he called, “ Dean? Sam? Is that you?”

     Dean halted in his tracks, stopping short of heading even deeper into the void. He was still stiff after his crash to the ground. He shook off the pain, choosing not to feel it. It was hardly anything compared to what he’d been through in his life. He heard the voice that had stopped him, not sure if it was trustworthy, or just a trick of the void. 

     “...Cas?”

[bowleggedxhunter]

The ‘Happiest’ Place on Earth

@perditionxraisingxclarence

     Disney World after hours was about as fun as could be expected. Sneaking in had been interesting, as neither of the brothers could cough up the amount of cash it took to get into the magical kingdom. In the end, it had been a simple as a zap from Cas. Not that Sam minded, but Dean was irked. He had other ways he preferred to travel.   

     There had been some freak killings in the parks as of late. Attendance was down. The newspapers had a hayday with it. Animatronics came to life, attacking people left and right. Attractions shifted, becoming dangerous. Life threatening villains walked the streets at night. It was definitely not a regular case, but Dean was up for it. 

     The rides ran all night, as did the lights. Apparently, to shut the park down and start it up again would cause a crazy, completely risky power surge that could wreck the whole park. Plus, it was cheaper. Main street was well lit as Dean walked around, his EMF in his hands. 

[perditionxraisingxclarence]

Cas stared at the lit up buildings in wonder, he had never seen anything like this before. Of course, he had seen some magnificent places in his years on earth but never anything like this. He tried to memorize the look of this place, the twinkling lights, the shop windows that made him think of a Dutch village he once saw a few centuries ago and the big eared mouse that seemed to be everywhere.

He turned to Dean as he asked curiously, “ What is this place?”

[bowleggedxhunter]

     “Fairyland. Except they get pissed if you try to bang Tinkerbell.” Dean answered. Of course, he had never actually tried such a thing. He had merely left his phone number and a flirtatious comment. He pulled up his EMF< glancing back and forth as he walked. “Keep an eye out for security. We should probably start in the Haunted Mansion. Seems as good a place as any for ghosts to spring up, and probably better.”

[heytheredeann]

12.07 | Rock Never Dies

[justjensenanddean]

@jensenackles: Warning label for Dean would be “feed often or else”

x (via justjensenanddean)

[quoted-books]

The treachery of demons is nothing compared to the betrayal of an angel.

Brenna Yovanoff, The Space Between (via quoted-books)