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[ righteousfailure | Dean ]
“You’ll be surprised at just what I can do, Sammy.”
Salt, holy water and a lot of determination.. that was all he could think of. It there was one thing too many underestimated about Dean it was his determination to get back to his brother, boy king or not. The flash of yellow eyes left him skin crawling, disgusted in the sight of it, but shoving that thought aside. He’d spent too long hunting down Sam and getting to this point to focus on that.
“What do ya think? Came to drag your lame ass out of the fire.”
”it was a waste of your time, I’m afraid.”
Sam stood, powerful muscles rippling under smooth skin of his shoulders. He grabbed his shirt, which had been carelessly discarded over the arm of the couch, and slipped his arms through the sleeves, not bothering to button it up. His demons were glaring at Dean like they wanted to rip him apart themselves, but they didn't budge.
”You think you can just show up here and we’ll just hug it out and I’ll go with you? No, Dean. Not this time.”
[ deansavingpeoplehuntingthings | Dean ]
The elder Winchester looked to his brother, the way he was sitting at that table it saddened him, he felt his heart sink; he looked like the Sammy he had grown up with, the Sammy who he had taken from law school and brought him into this h a t e f u l life; he was to blame Dean. And he knew that he was to blame, he could of left Sam be; he should of left Sam be with his perfect little life — But Dean had this fear, he can’t be alone, he would rather bring everyone down with him than face a life a l o n e
. “N o..”
The Winchester spoke, his voice weak as he looked at his brother,
“— My brother is in there somewhere, he has to be.”
When he spoke about Michael he couldn’t help but look down; Dean should of said yes, he was prepared to say yes; the fists clenched he looked to Sam.
"I wanted to say y e s, do you remember that? Do you remember I was prepared to put myself in that place rather than y o u and you stupid ass talked me out of it; you took the nose dive when I could of taken the plunge and —-”
The Winchester hissed air through his teeth as he tried to calm himself down, there was no point in getting angry. No need to lose his temper, it would get him no where. He looked to his brother through gritted teeth as he spoke of Castiel.
”N o; the last time I saw him? Was after you tried to redesign my face, he healed me and sent me on my way for a n o r m a l life.”
”You keep clinging onto that hope Dean, if it’s what makes you sleep better a night. But I can assure you; ‘Sammy’ is L O N G gone.”
He smirked enjoying the look of guilt on his brother’s expression. Leisurely, he pushed himself out the chair and shoved his hands into his pockets again. He smirked softly when he brought up the fact that Satan beat him into a pulp using Sam’s meat suit.
”Yeah, nothing personal. In all fairness, it wasn’t even me. Not really. Back then, I had it in my head that I could save the both of us. Naïve of me, really. But, in actuality, I just wanted to save my older brother for a change.”
He approached Dean with an easy going smile, stopping only a foot in front of him.
”C a s t i e l disappeared again, huh? The angel that chose us over heaven, when I see him again, I’ll put an angel blade through his heart, for old time’s sake.”
He taunted, purposefully baiting Dean to lose his temper since he knew how Dean considers Cas as family as well. Speaking of angel blade’s, one fell out his sleeve and he caught it, lifting it up in his hand so that it glinted in the florescent light of the motel room. He smirked crudely and his eyes met with Dean’s, stepping even closer in an attempt to intimidate him.
“You know, it was foolish of you to come here, alone at least.”
His eyes travel from Dean, to the angel blade, then back at Dean. He put the tip of the blade on the underside of Dean’s jaw, his smirk widening and his eyes glinting yellow.
[ bxdtrip | Dean ]
” … But I thought ”
He isn’t going to get a straight answer, he can see that now. What bond of brotherhood and battle that had once bound them to each other hangs by the merest of threads.
The thing in front of Dean is hardly Sam. The thing in front of Sam is hardly Dean.
They’re not right.
They never will be again.
“You wanna talk about irony? How about you look in the mirror. M’ not the only one suffering a case of it. “
He disregards Sam’s question, because the answer is nothing short of appalling. He does not examine the trappings of his survival all too closely.
He’ll go mad if he does. He’s sure of it.
Sam smirked, knowing that Dean was avoiding his question. He made his way past Dean and to a small table nearby, his posture was relaxed. He wasn't scared of Dean; he knew his older brother was too much of a whimp to actually try to kill him.
He was honestly surprised to see Dean like this-- a vampire. Sam never predicted that this would happen to his older brother, but he honestly thought it was hilarious.
"Oh Dean, is me being this, really a surprise to you? I mean, we both know that this is what I was meant to be. This is my destiny, Dean."
He shoved his hands into his pockets and leisurely made his way over to him, whiskey shot in hand and his eyes flashing again.
"I think you always knew that I would turn evil. 'Go dark side', as I put it before."
[ warriorwithabow | Allison ]
( the brunette nodded at his words and pulled out her weapon, pointing it at him. she didn’t trust him at all. )
“ then, no deal.”
Sam smirked like she was the most adorable thing in the world. He spread his arms wide, mocking smile on his expression as he turned his back on her. "You do that, sweetie. Right in the back of the head. And once you do, I'll rip your throat out and watch you choke on your blood."
❝—She is a { m e s s } of contradictions ; E L E G A N T yet
(W I L D) C L E V E R yet (I M P U L S I V E ) ❞
i. ii. iii.
[ would anyone interact with my OC if I brought her back to life? ]
boykingisms said: eW mom Crowley? Rlly?
anyone is better than lucifer, dear. plus that accent sont touch me sammd
omfg mom
did not need to know that
thanks for the nightmares.
crowley ; ruby ; lucifer >;3
Fuck. RubyTake a bullet for. Crowley Murder. Lucifer
dean, mary, jessica. {CAUSE YOU ARE EQUALLY AS EVIL!}
Fuck. DeanTake a bullet for. Mary Murder. Jess
[I hate you D:]
someone come plot with me. Munnie is bored.
John, Mary, Dean
Fuck. DeanTake a bullet for. Mary Murder. John
Best of Supernatural : 6/?
Jo Charlie Meg
Fuck. JoTake a bullet for. Meg Murder. Charlie