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{would anyone like to start a plot?}
{do I owe replies, or would anyone like to start something?}
open rp?
"I.. I’m just not g-good at talking to people." He replied, chewing on his lip.
Dean smiled a bit. "Ah. Well, I promise I won't bite."
{off to bed. like this post if i owe replies~}
open rp?
"U-uh.. H-hi?"
"Hey there." Dean quirks a brow, a grin obvious in his voice. "What's got you all shy?"
Open:
john shook his head, smiling sadly, “I’m alright… don’t have a lot a cash right now is all… seems like all the new credit cards scams are on the computer these days… an sammy was the one who was good at that stuff…” he sighs, “Doesn’t look like they’ve been particularly kind t’ you either…”
Dean frowned. "How much you need? Sammy and I can help you out a bit, if you need it." And god, did he need it. John's clothes looked akin to rags, and he was in desperate need of a barber. "What? You don't think this beard looks good on me?" He joked a bit, running his fingers alone the fine hairs, before quickly dropping his smile and looking towards the ground.
"But, um. On a more serious note; what the hell happened? How'd you come back?"
Open:
John stood quickly when he heard dean’s voice. he was bedraggled to be sure, his beard was too long, and his hair was nearly as long as sam’s had been the last time he’d seen him.
John had been on the road since he’d gotten back, “If ya hadn’t changed all yer goddamn numbers I might have…” he says, as lovingly as he can, hugging his son, “It’s good t’ see you Dean…”
Almost immediately, any doubts or bits of anger seemed to seep away at the hug. Dean hugged John back tenderly, before pulling away with a firm pat on the back. If there were tears in his eyes, Dean was doing a good job of hiding it.
"H-how you doin', old man?" Dean asked after a few moments of silence. His eyes trailed thoughtfully for the first time in nearly ten years; he looked the same, but different, all together. "Time hasn't been good to you, huh?"
Oh, don’t you worry, you’ll find yourself Follow your heart, and nothing else And you can do this, oh baby, if you try All that I want for you, my son, is to be satisfied
Open:
John had learned a long time ago how it felt to be watched. His hand automatically shifted to the pistol on his hip, under his jacket, “Can I help you..?”
"It's good to see you too, Dad," Dean replied with a grin, leaning back against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest. Part of him was angry that John had come back without so much as shooting him a text, that it took a slip-up from another hunter for him to find out. But the other half was relieved, happy, even, to see him again- alive, this time.
Hey Dean, I know this ain't the firs voice you ever spected to hear again, but I need some help.
Dean froze when he heard it; that voice, which in any other case would be welcoming, needed, now sent chills throughout his veins. Tentatively, he turned around to face the source, and felt himself flush when he realized who, or what, it was. “B-Bobby?” Dean stammered, even while every inch of him screamed doubt.
*Bobby saw the surprise, fear and revulsion cross Dean’s face and took a single step back to give him room.* Yeah, it’s me, I figured public would give you more chance to process an’ not get me dead soon after, But I ain’t gonna grouse none if you need to put me through the paces.
Dean planned on it, but knowing they were in the public eye, he decided to wait. "What the hell are you doing back here, Bobby?"
daddyjohnwinchester replied to your post:{hello i followed a few people but i am too shy....
{-tackles shy friend- hi :3}
{ah, hello!! /)n(\}
Hey Dean, I know this ain't the firs voice you ever spected to hear again, but I need some help.
Dean froze when he heard it; that voice, which in any other case would be welcoming, needed, now sent chills throughout his veins. Tentatively, he turned around to face the source, and felt himself flush when he realized who, or what, it was. “B-Bobby?” Dean stammered, even while every inch of him screamed doubt.
{hello i followed a few people but i am too shy. oop.}