I'm poison

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Hey! I'm creating a new Dean blog and moving. Thank you for the good times!

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If any Sam blogs out there want something with Dean for their birthday Dean will happily oblige once I'm free from work! Just like this and I'll come to you.

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hostile first encounters

"The fuck are you looking at?"

"Can you not look at me like that?"

"Did you just grab my ass? Seriously?"

"That was the worst pickup line I've ever heard."

"Go back to the sewer you crawled out of, creep."

"Stop checking me out. It's gross."

"This is my good suit/dress/blouse! Do you have to be so clumsy?"

"This is the worst blind date I've ever been on."

"Well, mark this as my first and last blind date."

"We could be having sex right now if you stop running your mouth."

"Did you really think you could pick up someone in an outfit like that?"

"Leave me alone."

"That's it. I'm calling the cops."

"Fuck you too! Asshole."

"You just tried to hit me with your car/bike!"

"Do you ever get your customers' orders right or are you just trying to ruin my meal?"

"This is a very important meeting, and you are blowing it."

"Are you really going to just stare at me after I used my best pickup line on you?"

"You could shut up and buy me a drink."

"Why are you such a snob?"

"Oh, so you have daddy issues?"

"Just stop talking."

"You are making a fool of yourself."

"Are you always this awkward?"

[heavensickness]

Third base is me telling you about my father

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@lorecollector

    "You know it's funny, I've seen you thumb through that thing maybe thirty times? Maybe? And you probably looked at that entry maybe twice." Dean was throwing rough figures out but even ballpark was enough to make his point. "Why the sudden interest?" Dean lifted his shoulders. He felt sick inside. Sick with anger. Every day the hunter held it in and tried to keep the times he'd lash out at Sam to a minimum, but his brother made it damn difficult. This was about John after all. It wouldn't be fair to lash out at Sam for a dead man's mistakes. Only, fair wasn't a word too frequently applied to Dean's vocabulary.           "Only reason we'd go to Atlantic City is for the Taffy, Sammy. Or the hookers."           Dean slapped on a grin. "Now give it up. Come on. Gimme a real case," The           elder Winchester tapped the newspaper on the table. "What do you got?"

    Truthfully, Dean had no clue what could've been nabbing local kids from area hotels, but he'd just as soon assume psychopaths than monsters. People were just crazy. Monsters Dean understood.

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If any Sams would like to do a season based plot, like this and I will come to you in a few hours!

[dxeans-deactivated20190226]

The road to revenge is a dark and lonely one, which you never get off. And that hole in the pit of your stomach, you never fill it, ever. 

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open to Sams

    Dean hadn't been drinking long. Just two beers. He had such a high tolerance that he still felt normal. Two beers and Sammy would be doing the hula dance on a table top somewhere. Just another way they were different.

    The eldest Winchester meandered through the Bunker, no obvious destination in mind, and letting his legs carry him where they would. It was no surprise then that he'd stopped in front of Sam's door. It was late. Somewhere close to one in the morning. Dean stopped and stilled his breathing. No sounds of a television, no swipe of an e-reader or a turn of a page. He couldn't even see the dim surround of light to indicate Sam would even be awake.

    It took Dean nearly ten minutes to tap softly on the door with the front of his finger and then when he didn't hear anything he cracked Sam's door and whispered through the crack. "Hey," he said softly. "Sammy?" There was no answer. It always took Dean a while. This wasn't a habit or a ritual or anything but sometimes, just like when they were young, Dean would look in on Sam. Watch over him. Dean just liked to hear him breathing. Probably from the nightmares he sometimes still had of that 24 hours when Sam lay on the musty mattress of a cabin somewhere lifeless after Jake had severed his spine.

    Even after all these years it still need soothing. Dean cleared his throat once he stepped inside the room, leaning against the wall just beside the door. He'd make a quick exit if Sam awoke but Dean could always also make an excuse. That was something else that was different about them. Sam confronted his own feelings. Usually was the first to advocate talking about them. Dean hid behind his beers and his silence. Slinked around the halls at night. His gaze stayed on Sam and slid over his features. His peacefulness brought some to Dean. "You know," Dean spoke barely above a whisper. "I come here sometimes." He watched for movement. "Hear you breathe. Make sure you're okay." Dean paused to sip his beer.

    "Our life. Everything we see? What we do..." Dean looked down, reflecting back on what they'd been through. "You bein' here after all this time still means the most."

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❝We got your damn artifact,❞ Dean said, looking a little worse for wear because of it. ❝ You gonna tell us why you needed it so badly? Or hell, how ‘bout you explain why you couldn’t go get it yourself? ❞ He was this close to blowing their deal to hell after what they'd been through but a part of Dean was curious. 

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As wrong as it might seem, Sam couldn't keep himself from the bathroom where his brother was just starting his shower, stripping down and climbing in behind Dean, only to wrap his arms around Dean's naked waist, laying kisses on his freckled shoulders and not saying a word until he gave a small laugh. "You look better when you're wet."

Dean was an early riser, most days, except when he had too much to drink the night before or needed a couple extra hours of shut eye after a particularly difficult case. Drinking booze to fall asleep didn't make for a great night of rest but his body had tempered as he'd grown. What hadn't fluctuated much was how a nice hot shower before breakfast made him feel. He was about to grab for some shampoo when he felt Sam get in behind him. The arms, the kisses, the silence. Somehow Sam always seemed to understand just what Dean needed. What Dean required from a moment. The laugh made him nearly crack a smile. “I always look good Sammy,” said Dean. He stifled a yawn and said, “Don't tell me you came to play a good game of 'don't drop the soap'?” Even after they'd started their relationship, Dean hadn't stopped injecting humor into close moments like this. “Did I wake you?” Dean reached back and grabbed Sam's thigh, giving it a squeeze, rubbing it briefly.

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      ❝ that bad, huh ? any good news ? ❞

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     ❝ name your price. ❞

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admiredhim :

     ‘if you don’t watch it, you’re gonna get punched. again.” jo imitated her mother to a T. all no nonsense tone and raised eyebrow.

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    "You know what---if I do--I'm just gonna take it as a sign that your hand just really likes my face." Dean lifted his brows. "Seems like a win to me." The hunter was too smiley for someone who had just been threatened.

[holyunclean]

I’m sending happiness and good vibes to my dash!!! Mutuals or not you are special and deserve good things!!!

[deservedhell]

I have this intense need to rp teen!dean, but specifically, a plot where Sam is angsting over the family business or else them on an accidental hunt when John is away on his own hunt

[oopsiewoopsie123]

⨳ — BUZZFEED UNSOLVED SUPERNATURAL; S03

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“You don’t feel even a little creeped out?”  “You heard those, right? That wasn’t just me being crazy.”  “Crime’s even better when it just involves bars of gold.”  “This is why you die first in a movie.”  “You’d be the worst diplomat when it comes to alien-human relations. Every fucking solution you’ve offered is to shoot at them with your gun.”  “You’re not ghost-proof. You’re just an idiot that refuses to see proof.”  “Why you gotta be nervous with a beautiful sunset like that?”  “I kinda wish this bridge was torn down.”  “I’m gonna murder you.”  “It’s still very much an abandoned hellscape.”  “Oh my god, this room is fucking horrifying.”  “You have a very sly, evil smile on right now. I don’t like it.”  “You seem rattled right now.”  “If I’m trying to remember what I had for breakfast a year ago, yeah I’m gonna be a little foggy on that. But, if I’m remembering the time I saw alien bodies, thrown from a wreckage, I think I’m gonna remember that quite clear, and when it happened.”  “Are you putting on a tinfoil hat?”  “I knew you would like a Nick Cage reference.”  “Mass abduction! Maybe they all lined up in a row and just got in the tractor beam one at a time.”  “It’s kinda sinister that there maybe something lurks beneath.”  “You almost startled me with your realistic gunfire noises.”  “Hey, c’mon, speak up. Do ghost-y stuff!”  “We’re going to the most haunted part of the building.”  “I feel like my bravery is going to stop at this point.” “Ghosts, ghosts. Make it stink.”  “Spooky castle, that’s every investigator’s dream.”  “Alright, we’re gonna see a thousand ghosts tonight. Any less than that and it’s a failure.”  “Wait. Did you hear that?”  “No-one can see the top of your head except God.”  “I would pay thousands of dollars for ghosts to be real.”  “Ghosts hate it when you play the piano.”  “We may have caught ourselves a ghoul, [Name].”  “This is fucked up.”  “I’m not gonna pretend I’m not scared of this, because I am.”  “[lauhgs] That’s poetic.”  “It’s hard for ghosts to take a cold one.”  “We should go get more gin.”  “Alright gouhlie gouhls, let’s do something fun.”  “Can you look even a little bit worried?”  “If you want me off the bridge, you’re gonna have to throw me off.” “I’m about to die for the internet.”  “Yeah, this is kind of what the apocalypse would look like. In micro form.”  “Hello, spirits. We’re here with good vibes.”  “I have a crazy hunch that your eyes are gonna play tricks on you, and you’re going to lose your mind.”  “Try to rationalize it all you want but you know it’s a ghost.”  “You would walk up to it and be like, ‘the end is niiigh!’“  “You’d go runnin’ through town, ringin’ a bell. ‘The Martians are here! Lock yourselves in your basements!’“  “Looks ghostful.”  “It’s a people grinder.” 

[justtheghostofnothing]

the thing that makes me sad about dean’s love for scooby-doo is that dean probably watched it as a kid while driving around with john or even before. he probably admired this group of kids, who had each other, that took down the bad guys and were able to pull the mask off of the monster at the end of the day. the harsh reality was that when dean came face to face with his first monster, there was no mask and he was alone.