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@deanlovespieandhisimpala
Well damn I haven’t logged onto this for like a year now! but I’ll be happy to say that I’am returning as roleplaying as Dean! (I haven’t caught up on spn so I’ll only be roleplaying from season 8 and downwards but as soon as I catch up then I will roleplay from the other seasons too)
Love you guysssss
wanna wish everyone a very happy/merry christmas, have a good one guys!!
Me and you have the exact same lock screen Finn wit trick is the best. I felt like I had to share this
omfg yes, Finn is like my everything omfg. like he makes me so happy I don't even know why but he just does and ugh just him, he's is perfect (/^▽^)/
"Haven't seen you in a while..."
"Where the hell have you been?"
As he reached the warehouse he got out the car and looked around. He knew Sam was here, he could feel it. He looked at the door that was bolted open. He walked over there with cautious what remains behind it. Just before edging any closer he got his knife and gun out set ready.
Jo followed, every muscle in her body tense. She held her knife tightly, gun also at the ready.
Dean opened the door as quickly as possible and got his gun and aimed it in front of him. Nothing. Suddenly he heard growning from the distance and Dean looked around confused until he spotted someone tied up in a chair in the next room. Dean ran over to the person in the chair to find out it was Sam beaten to pieces.
"What are you doing?"
"I…urm…nothing." Dean said as he quickly scrambled to his feet and hid the knife and the box that belonged to Sam behind his back
"Yeah I do, he normally tells me everything." Dean paused and then grinned. "Okay, maybe not everything but I do think he is hopped up on this bloody demon juice again. He has been acting strange lately Meg." Dean said as he walked around in a small circle with his hand on his head.
The demon watched Dean as he walked around in circles, obviously disturbed by the fact that Sam was in trouble, again. “Let’s handle this the Winchester way then. Confrontation and anger is the usual M.O, right?” she smirked a little to show she was joking, even if it was true.
Dean glared at Meg and rolled his eyes. "Fine then if that's not the best way then what is huh?" He questioned with a shake of his head.
[text] Apparently I taped knives to my hands and made everyone call me wolverine
[text] You did, you was out of it, I had to get the knives off of you…
[text] Calm it, alright. You only slashed my hand open that’s all
[text] Look you got angry at me as I was trying to get the knives from you and then you was waving them at me saying that you was going to kill me if I don’t move then you basically tried to and then I dodged it but you caught my hand, it’s no biggy, just chill man seriously.
[Text: Dean] Please tell me that is a joke. I mean… Oh god.
[Text: Dean] I didn’t know I was such a bad drunk… I’m so sorry, Dean. I am a horrible person when I am drunk…
[text] It’s no joke but calm it, it’s not that bad…it’s not like you tried to kiss me or anything so…
[text] God dammit Jimmy, just stop it. It’s fine. Look come over if you want, Sam’s not here.
[text: Dean] Alright, fine. I will go over there to say sorry to your face.
[Text: Dean] I can’t really be calm when I hurt one of mmy friends. I feel horrible, okay. Can you blame me?
[ text ] Jimmy, I don't even know why your panicking for?! You need to stop.
[ text ] You don't need to apologize either, just get your damn ass over here!
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Dean looked away and took a deep breath. He knew that he wasn’t supposed to put his feelings across to Deanna, he knew he wasn’t meant to even have feelings for Deanna but he couldn’t help, he couldn’t keep it in any longer.
"I just do, I...
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"I like the view"
"Well I do try." Dean winked.
"I just want to try something..."
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9. pulling them into a slow dance
Dean held his hand out with a grin on his face and he looked at her. “Take my hand”. He whispered.
Dean got up and then he watched her closely. He could tell she was lying. “Like what? What’s on your mind? Talk to me Helix.” He said as he moved towards her. “I can help you y’know. It better to talk then keep it all in.”
"I’ll be fine," she said, hinting towards wanting to drop the subject. Helix smirked at stepped on her tip toes, kissing his cheek before stepping away and grabbing the keys to the Impala. "I’m going to go grab donuts and coffee. I’ll be back in a moment.
Dean just looked at her with a small smile, accepting her ”I’ll be fine” for a excuse. He walked over to the bathroom and then paused as he heard his keys being picked up. “Woah woah woah, hey, hey wait.” Dean said just before turning round to face her. “Make sure they are nice doughnuts and be careful of my baby, alright?” He raised his eyebrow at her just before giving her a grin and shaking his head. “I’m kidding, but seriously be careful with her, you can’t go drag racing in her, she’s delicate.”
Helix gave him a devilish smirk as she opened the motel door and stepped through, closing it behind her. Dean always acted like she was a terrible driver, despite all the times she was the get away car. The door made a comforting creaking sound as she opened it and sat in the driver’s seat. After a moment to collect herself, she started the engine and pulled out of the motel parking lot.
Dean smiled back at her and then closed the bathroom door. He couldn’t stop thinking and trying to figure out what was wrong with her. He looked at himself in the mirror and sighed slightly just before turning the shower on for him to get in and freshen up.
Helix went to the coffee shop they’d went to when they first came to this town, remembering how much Dean complimented their donuts. After turning off the engine, she stepped out and locked the Impala. It wasn’t like anyone would steal it, but knowing Dean, if he found out that she didn’t lock it, he’d shit a brick. The little bell rang as she entered the shop, feeling the rich coffee aroma hit her like a brick wall. She flashed a smile at the cashier, giving him her order of two coffees with their usual fixings and a small hot chocolate for her since she wasn’t much of a coffee fan. When it came to the donuts, she got a miscellaneous dozen, knowing the boys would eat just about anything. As she waited for her order, her bright eyes scanned around for a newspaper stand. The monsters didn’t stop, so neither did she.
"I’d like to buy this too if you please," she said politely, pulling out a few dollars and handing it to the cashier. Since she was there, Helix opened the paper and searched the news, looking for something, anything, to catch her eye. There were a few that seemed a little ways up their alley, but there were a few inconsistencies with any creature she had hunter before. Nonetheless, she took the paper with her when they called her name. With a smile and a, "have a nice day," Helix unlocked the car and set everything on the passenger side. She started the engine and made her way back to the motel.
It was strange to feel the way she did; the confusion setting in, nagging at her every moment of the day. Helix didn’t know if she was going to tell Dean her doubts about his true feelings, but she needed to figure it out soon. After all, she lived with him. It was only a matter of time before he pressed just the right buttons for her to break.
As Dean was in the shower, he was also deep in his thoughts. He thought about Helix, just everything about her was what he just imagined. Her soft kisses and the way her soft fingers laid on his skin. He looked up to the shower head and smiled a little as the water dripped down his face. The feelings for Helix was stronger than he ever imagined, it wasn’t even just a “I like you” it’s a “I love you” and he never expected it to be like that.
He stepped out the shower and wrapped a towel around his face just before looking at himself on the mirror. He looked at himself deep and hard just before drying himself off and then gradually getting changed.
When Helix was back at the motel, she hesitated going back inside. What did it all mean? She had been in love with the notorious Dean Winchester for a long time, and now that everything was out in the open, she wondered why she felt the way she did. Her expectations were low as to whether or not he would stay, if things were even going to work itself out. But the doubts she had were dangerous. They consumed her like darkness, taking up whatever corners were normally filled with happiness when it came to the thought of him. With a small sigh, she grabbed the donuts and coffee and began walking towards the door.
It was warm inside compared to the cold air she was just in. It welcomed her, although she was still trembling a bit. Sam was up and about, giving her a small smile as he took his assigned cup and a donut while continuing to browse whatever was on his computer. Helix grabbed her own cup and decided she wasn’t all that hungry at the moment. She walked over to her backpack and pulled out her sketch book, sitting at the opposite end of the motel table. As she sipped the scalding liquid, she began drawing out the horrors of the day before. It was one of her coping methods, they all had one. But for her, at least this one was healthy.
Dean opened the door and felt the cold air on the other side come rushing to his skin. He walked through and smelt the scent of the dougnuts and he straight away licked his lips and turned to Helix with a smile. Grabbing himself doughnut and his own coffee, he sat back down on the bed and looked at Helix whilst she drew. Before taking a bite of the unresistable doughnut he looked down. “Thanks for the coffee and the doughnuts.” He said as he looked back up at Helix quickly.
"You’re welcome," she said, flashing him a smile before she went back to work on her drawing. "There’s a newspaper sitting on the dresser over there. Found a couple, but I wanted you guys to take a look at it to make sure." The drawing was coming out smoothly; catching every detail as well as she could remember it. She remembered a girl the most, eyes a silver grey and hair red as fire. Around her was a pond of blood, since a lot of her memories were of the blood shed that night. It was demonic, yes, but a memory she hopes to store away for a rainy day.
Dean raised his eyebrows and nodded his head as he got up and reached for the newspaper still continuing to munch on his doughnut. Flicking through the pages quickly he spotted a few headlines such as “blooded out kitchen” and “I think my grandma is a demon”. Dean couldn’t help but snigger at the headline of the last one. He shook his head and chucked it at Sammy for him to look put and actually find some cases. “Dude, check out the grandma one…the amount of times we’ve heard that.” Dean snorted and tipped his head back with a small laugh, revealing the marks that Helix left on his neck. He tipped his back down and drank more of his coffee and ate the last bit of his doughnut.
Helix rolled her eyes and smiled a little. Always picking fun about the “cases” she finds. Her nerves began to settle as the drawing became finished, expressing the pain she’d witnessed yesterday. Helix shut her sketchbook and walked back over to her backpack, putting it inside. She finished her coffee and threw away the cup, feeling the caffeine course through her body. “So what’s next? When do we plan on leaving?” She asked, sitting on Dean’s bed and crossing her legs.
"Later on today I think." Sam said as he scanned the pages looking for a case. He finally settled on one and nodded as he placed the newspaper on the side next to him and went straight to his laptop. "There’s a case in New Jersey that looks pretty interesting so we’ll be heading there." Sam continued to say as he looked over at Helix and then Dean.
Helix nodded and laid back, placing her hands behind her head. She closed her eyes, feeling the exhaustion hit her. It wasn’t like she’d done much, but her body was still sore both from the hunt and the extracurricular activities that followed. But she quickly shook that out of her mind, not wanting to indicate that something was actually troubling her. New Jersey sounded like a fun place, although she knew it’d be hot due to this time of year; crawling with tourists up and down the boardwalk. She could handle that. Maybe Helix could even get a few sight seeing visits in during the case, if Sam and Dean would let her. They always seemed to forget that the world was still all new to her and the boys have been practically everywhere at least once. Most of the time she’d let it slide, though, knowing that everything was always business.
Dean watched Helix as she laid back, he knew there was something wrong...he needed to know. "Sammy, I need you to go out and get some newspapers or some maps or summit." Dean said as he turned to his brother. Sam looked at him with a shake of head and opened his mouth as he was about to say something but he gave in and got up and left.
Dean turned to Helix and titled his head a little. "What's up with you?" He asked.
The woman looked at Dean and frowned. Dean tried the innocent card and made up something about that he got ‘told’ to sort Castiel out. As per normal the woman shrugged and straight away handed the paper work...
"Cas..." Dean said with a sigh as he watched him turn away. Hearing his shaken voice made Dean surprised and he walked a bit closer to him but keeping the distance a bit further away then arms reach, just in case. "No one deserves it, can't you see that? I've been to hell and back too y'know, it did get to the point where I was like you...wasting my life away and that's all because of something so silly so-" Dean paused and thought about his father. "-damaging...Cas it got to the point where I clogged myself up with so much alcohol that I was lucky to even make it out alive but just listen to me. I'm not giving you pity...it's just I see me in you and I don't want you to end up like the way I was, it isn't fair but if you don't want my help and you want to be stuck in here then fine so be it." Dean simply shrugged and turned the other way towards the cell door, waiting for a response.
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"I’ve heard some things about you."
"All bad I’d assume."
"That can be deabtable."
"And you are-?"
"Deana Winchester. I am the female you."
"The female me?" Dean laughed as he shook his head and looked at her. "Nice try sweetie but there's no female version of me."
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Her whisper made Dean shiver all over as well as the feel of her clit rubbing against his tip was driving him insane. He then looked at her and then closed his eyes just before slamming her back against the shower…
Helix moaned louder, feeling the hunger grow at his words. “I want more…please..”she breathed, biting her lip as she gave a little push on Dean’s shoulders, indicating she wanted him to pleasure her in other ways.
Dean kissed her neck hard and then removed his fingers from her. Standing in front of her he put his hand on her neck and then put her leg upon his waist. He kissed her again on the lips, flickering his tongue into her mouth, just before getting his member and pushing it into her entrance.
Helix gasped as he entered her, the feel of him stretching her in such a way making her want it even more. She kept her arms on his shoulders, looking down at the sight of them becoming one. Helix wanted it, and she wanted it so bad that she felt as if she would burst.
Dean grinned and then bite her bottom lip hard. Nibbling it, he adjusted into her roughly and then moved his lips to her ear. Grounding into roughly, he bite his lip and closed his eyes. “What would you say if I’ve been talking to some over girl behind your back? Would that back you angry?” He growled in her ear.
At his words, Helix’s body enflamed with rage. She tilted her hips so he could go deeper, gazing into his green orbs with a fire burning in her blue irises. Her fingers tangled themselves in his wet hair and she pulled him to her, kissing him roughly as she moaned against his lips. “You’re mine,” she said dangerously, never locking gazes with him.
"Good girl." He growled and thrusted into her harder. He moved his head down to bite her nipples viciously whilst his hand moved her legs tighter around him. He looked up at her whilst still biting on her nipple and watched her reactions.
Helix tilted her head up and moaned loudly, biting her lip in attempt to quiet herself. “D-Dean I’m going to cum,” she whispered, glancing down at him as the pressure began to intensify in her abdomen.
Dean grinned at her words and looked at her as he continued with the pace. “Cum for me baby.” He growled as he kissed her gently on the lips and then let a rather loud moan as he felt the swirling feeling in his stomach.
Helix moaned loudly against his lips, feeling herself growing closer and closer to her climax. As he thrusted inside of her, he managed to hit just the right spot for her to scream his name as she came. “Dean!” Helix felt herself come, tightening around his member. Her nails dug into his back, biting her lip as she tried to quiet herself. After all, they were still in a motel with neighbors.
Dean hit his climax as soon as he felt her nails dig into his back and he let out a loud moan just before tipping his head back. A few seconds later he breathlessly placed his head on her shoulder as he felt the water from the shower travel down his back.
Dean put his chin onto Cas’s shoulder and then suddenly bursted into tears. “Yo…you can’t Cas…just leave me.” Dean sniffled. He then pushed Cas away and tip the bottle back and started to drink a whole load. “Just leave me, go.” He said as he…
With a mix of confusion and hurt, Cas flew from the bunker, back to his appartment. The minute he landed he threw a lunch at the nearest object, sending the old lamp soaring across the room. “Why won’t you let me help you?!” he screamed on frustration.
Dean fell the ground with the bottle of alcohol tightly still in his hand. The only reason why Dean told Cas to go away was because he didn’t want to see him get hurt because Dean loved him. Even though that sounded weird to Dean but Dean preferred if he got hurt than Castiel.
He tipped the bottle back and continued to drink the remains of the bottle.
Sometimes Castiel has to wonder why he loved a man so stubborn. He sat on the bed, and realized that most of his clothes were still over at the bunker. With one thought, they were on him again. Why wouldn’t Dean just let him help? It wouldn’t be a problem for him; he wasn’t mad at Dean. A little irritated, yes. Mad, no.
Dean picked himself up the ground, leaving the empty bottle and wiping away the tears from his cheek slowly. He went over to the cupboard and looked at it tearfully, he feel guilty…but he couldn’t help it. He picked out another bottle, this time of rum, and made his way to his own bed. Just before lying down, he opened the bottle up and took a few gulps of the rum. As the alcohol silvered down his throat it made him shiver and he turned to opposite direction from the cupboards. Dean didn’t understand, he didn’t understand what was wrong with him and why he did this…he didn’t want to be like this or feel like this and he’s tried to stop it many times but nothing worked. He sniffled just before drinking again with his eyes slowly drooping off.
He had to go back. Castiel knew hr needed to. With a sigh, he closed his eyes, and was back in Dean’s room. One empty bottle laying around and one in hand, the way Dean slumped against the headboard worried him. Kneeling beside Dean, Castiel gently pried the bottle away from him. “I’m here, Dean. I’m here.”
Dean woke up as the room was spinning. All he could smell was sick and alcohol. He looked down and saw he was covered in puke and then he looked to his side and saw the bottle was gone. The moment of panic started to take over him and he looked around, hoping Sam didn’t find him in this state. Looking up there he saw him…Castiel. Dean coughed and looked down, embarrassed that he’s just seen him in this state. “Wh…why you here?” He said in a low tone of voice.
"I cant leave you. Not even if I wanted to." Brushing the sweat-drenched hair from Dean’s eyes, he gently slipped one arm under his legs, the other under his back, and lifted him up. "Let’s get you cleaned up." Slowly, as not to jolt him, Cas moved to the bathroom to start a bath for the hunter.
"But I told you to leave Cas…" Dean mumbled as he sat up slowly. "I didn’t want you to see me like this…this was the part of me that I was afraid of you seeing." He carried on as he looked down at the ground again. He took a deep breath as he felt a rush of that sickness feeling he would get just before throwing up multiple of times. He closed his eyes together, holding the sick back and he looked at Cas. He looked back down with a short sigh and bit the inside of his cheek.
Sitting Dean down on the toilet, he pressed to fingers to his forehead to relinquish some of his queasiness temporarily. He gingerly began pulling off Dean’s vomit and sweat-stained clothes. Cas turned the water on, making sure it wasn’t too hot, before turning back to Dean. “If I understands correctly, that’s what love is- being there to take care of the other when they need it, even if they don’t want it.”
Dean looked at the angel, managing a small smirk at his words. “I guess you could say that.” Dean said as he looked back down again. He looked at the bath and helped Cas with taking off his t shirt.
He couldn’t help but worry a bit when he felt how clammy Dean’s skin was after his shirt had been discarded. Helping strip him of the rest of his clothes, Castiel then helped him into the warm water. “How’re you feeling?”
Dean sat there in the warm water even though to him it didn't feel warm...he didn't feel anything. He felt all stuffy and weird inside and he didn't know what to do apart from drink more as he could still taste the linger of the alcohol on the tip of his tongue. "Fine." Dean said quietly in response of Castiel's question.
Dean bit his lip harder and placed one of his hands on the side of his boxes. He then slid half it down, revealing his member slightly which when…
An overload of sensations washed over him. First, a burning stinging felt as if a fire had ran across him. He bit his hand to keep from crying out. As the pain settled a bit, the first waves of pleasure fell over him. The mix of hurt and pleasure left his limbs weak and trembling, and Kt was all Cas could Soto shay upright.
Dean groaned as he felt his member sink into the tight ass of Cas and he lightly bit into Cas’s shoulder. He replaced the bite with kisses as he slowly moved his hips into Cas, gradually making it into a thrusting motion.
The pain dulled with each movement, more pleasurable sensations taking place. His fingers clenched the sheet beneath him, his knuckles turning white, near enough to tear holes in the fabric. Cas gasped when, he could only assume, Dean hit his prostate. A wall of warmth fell over him as he cried out.
Dean moaned quietly as he picked up the pace of his thrusting. He leaned his head onto Cas’s shoulder and then kissed his neck gently. Thrusting Cas harder, Dean stood up straight and placed one hand on Castiel’s neck.
Cas bent under Dean’s touch, pushing his hips back to meet each of Dean’s thrusts. Each time he hit his prostate, Castiel cried out in pleasure, his vision burning white. “Dean…”
Dean bit his lip as he felt his stomach turn, he picked up the pace faster just before hitting his orgasm. He let out a loud moan mentioning Cas’s name just before releasing his load and moving away from Cas a little bit. He collapsed on the bed, breathlessly, with a small grin.
Castiel followed a moment after, spilling onto the sheets beneath him. Spent, he curled up next to Dean, nuzzling up next to him.
Dean turned to Cas with a small smile and kissed his cheek. “So…Cas…how did you find that?” He said as he turned his head from him.
"Find what?" he chuckled.
Dean turned back to him and smiled at him. “Y’know the sex? And everything else but the sex? That was the first time I’ve actually done it with a guy…So…” He shrugged just before sitting up and gathering his clothes together to put them back on.
Laughing, Castiel grabbed his own shirt and slipped it over his head, the pulled his boxers up. “I’m not sure I found it, exactly. It just kind of… happened, ” he joked. “What about you?”
Dean smirked and watched him carefully. "Well let's say I found rather interesting..." He grinned just before pulling his t shirt over his head.
