[godsfaith]

“ CHRIST IS CRUEL,

BUT YOUR SO MUCH CRUELER”

⌯⌲ masterlist. spotify. jackles fics.

call me { faith } . asks always open <3

{ 18+ † wincest dni } dead dove themes } @faithpilled

“ CAUSE I SHOOT THE GUN ANY CHANCE I GET, WITH BLOOD ON MY CLOTHES AND HANDS IVE DONE IT AGAIN.”

[teetheater333]

baby come n get u someeee

[godsfaith]

“your breath on my neck through my homecoming dress…

…dont look now but everyones staring at us weird.”

“theyre all gonna laugh at me…

- homecoming by ethel cain reader x dean winchester

[godsfaith]

“your breath on my neck through my homecoming dress…

…dont look now but everyones staring at us weird.”

“theyre all gonna laugh at me…

- homecoming by ethel cain reader x dean winchester

[godsfaith]

can you do a blurb of dean x reader based on princess ketamine by ethel?

‘i love you’ is what they say to me.. but really they love my ketamine.” - princess ketamine by ethel cain.

dean! knows theres something soft underneath the hollow mask you show everybody else, the one you wear to fit in. he’s watched you enough to tell- not like the other guys who whistle and mutter “i’d love some of that ass” when you walk away. he’s studied you, learnt the patterns- the cover- ups.

dean! who knows the whole town wants a piece of you—not because they know you but because they know what you carry hidden beneath white lace and bruised skin. your everyone’s miracle until your pockets run empty. everyone’s princess until the party’s over.

dean! who finds you in the backseat of the Impala outside a bar with glossy eyes- clearly your high. the neon sign flickers red over the windshield while your head is tipped against the window, lipstick smeared from kissing the screen of your flip phone while another voicemail promises ‘i love you’ from some guy whose name you won’t remember tomorrow.

when someone slides too close to you at the party murmuring about a guy who knows a guy with “the good stuff”, dean is already there pulling you behind him before you can answer. his jaw is tight, knuckles white around the keys to the Impala. “they don’t love you.” he mutters as he ushers you into the passenger seat.

[porcelainbae]

[godsfaith]

can you do a blurb of dean x reader based on princess ketamine by ethel?

‘i love you’ is what they say to me.. but really they love my ketamine.” - princess ketamine by ethel cain.

dean! knows theres something soft underneath the hollow mask you show everybody else, the one you wear to fit in. he’s watched you enough to tell- not like the other guys who whistle and mutter “i’d love some of that ass” when you walk away. he’s studied you, learnt the patterns- the cover- ups.

dean! who knows the whole town wants a piece of you—not because they know you but because they know what you carry hidden beneath white lace and bruised skin. your everyone’s miracle until your pockets run empty. everyone’s princess until the party’s over.

dean! who finds you in the backseat of the Impala outside a bar with glossy eyes- clearly your high. the neon sign flickers red over the windshield while your head is tipped against the window, lipstick smeared from kissing the screen of your flip phone while another voicemail promises ‘i love you’ from some guy whose name you won’t remember tomorrow.

when someone slides too close to you at the party murmuring about a guy who knows a guy with “the good stuff”, dean is already there pulling you behind him before you can answer. his jaw is tight, knuckles white around the keys to the Impala. “they don’t love you.” he mutters as he ushers you into the passenger seat.

[fawnamber]

im not a vampire but i think i need to bite someone soon to survive

[echo-shark]

my favorite part was doing the book

[tankhall]

#working

[klejmask]

I'm gonna regret this forever

@tankhall

[godsfaith]

tumblr taking down my post are we serious rn.

[serendepic]

[springsteen84]

I will always love you.

Janie

@tankhall

[godsfaith]

plug!dean my bf :[[ whered he gooooo

i deleted the post because he flopped :( but maybe ill write something for him soon!

[dean-ness]

[reallyunluckyrunaway]