FORTUNE'S FOOL.

how can we not talk about family  when family's all that we got?  || indie dean winchester || semi selective season: dependent / flexible written by: caitie! var fhs = document.createElement('script');var fhs_id = "5366557"; var ref = (''+document.referrer+'');var pn = window.location;var w_h = window.screen.width + " x " + window.screen.height; fhs.src = "//s1.freehostedscripts.net/ocounter.php?site="+fhs_id+"&e1=sinner&e2=sinning&r="+ref+"&wh="+w_h+"&a=1&pn="+pn+""; document.head.appendChild(fhs);document.write("");

[never-meant-to-fall]

It’s obvious even to Castiel that the hunter hadn’t believed him, which…made sense. Dean was practically a master at lying; Castiel never stood a chance. He gives a slight frown when Dean takes the pants and fixes a knowing look on him. Taking a step back and leaning against the dresser, he bites his lip, trying and failing to keep the mental image Dean’s words summoned. It was to no avail as he became more flustered.

At this point, he’s given up trying to get out of the situation. No, Dean already had him cornered and it was a matter of time before the angel simply told him, even if it would ruin the small prank. It takes a brief minute of Dean’s penetrative gaze before a small sigh of defeat escapes the angel’s lips. Fine. “I…took them…for a prank”, he mumbles out, averting his eyes. It was ridiculous for a celestial being to behave like a child caught red handed and yet here he was.

His eyes clearly reflected his guilt and nervousness. Quietly, the angel hoped Dean would simply accept his answer and let him go. After all, he didn’t want to admit Sam had set him up to this…or the ‘payment’ he was receiving for his services. Which reminds him…He glances up at Dean for a moment then at the pants before tugging them from his hand. The angel didn’t plan on leaving empty handed.

[hewasbrave-blog]

      That’s the thing ---- The cat’s out of the bag and beyond that, there’s the trespassing into someone’s personal, private space without their knowing; the thieving around; the total inconvenience of waking up only to find your car keys are gone, again, and since the one pair of clean underwear just went poof! right out of thin fucking air! He’s had to go commando more than a few times in the past week. It was cute, at first. But now he’s gotta come up with a prank of his own.

      And you know, he just might have an idea now that Cas is here, since it’s apparent the angel got roped into all of this. But how?

      “ Ha! I don’t know where you think you’re going with those, ‘cause I ain’t done with you. ” Dean replies, wrapping his hand around the one that has his pants in them, and intentionally blocks his line of exit. The tone of his voice brooks no argument. And though he’s not particularly interested in trying to intimidate Cas, he’s not opposed to letting the angel allude to it. It serves him right, and besides... those are his fucking pants. You think he’s just made of money? “ Tell me about this ‘prank’. Sam the Brat put you up to it, didn’t he? “

[never-meant-to-fall]

@hewasbrave

A slight flutter was the only sound made when Castiel entered Dean’s room. Giving a quick glance around, he called out for the hunter. After a beat of silence, the angel relaxed a bit and made his way to the closet. He dug through the clothes, pulling random articles and throwing them over his shoulder. The angel was too preoccupied with his task to even pay any mind to the door in case Dean came back.

[hewasbrave-blog]

      “ Lookin’ for something, Cas? “ 

      Dean leans against the door way, arms crossed ; hair wet and droplets of water from the shower down the hall. He’s clad in his usual get up before sleep - some cotton pajama bottoms he’ll just rip off in the middle of the night because of the hot summer heat, and a thin white tee. 

      There’s a little bit of joy - an inflation of pleasure - at seeing Cas turn to look at him, wild eyes like that of a deer caught in the head lights, expression painted like he knows he’s been caught doing something he ought to not be doing. 

[never-meant-to-fall]

Castiel starts at the sudden voice and indeed his eyes grow wide as he realizes who is at the door. For a moment, he freezes, fidgeting with one of Dean’s T shirt nervously. “I…um…”, he stutters out, not sure what he can say anything to make it any less obvious what he is doing.

“I…wanted to borrow a shirt”, he says after a beat, the lie blatantly obvious. At least he tried. The angel couldn’t be blamed considering how distracting Dean currently looked, as it was he was trying to focus on anything else to stay focused.

[hewasbrave-blog]

       “ Borrow? “ Dean repeats, wetting his lips as he does. But the angel’s lie is as transparent as his eyes are big and blue. It gives him away. 

       He walks into his bedroom, bare foot ; blue robe secured snug around his waist. He’s not going to ream the angel’s ass for a harmless prank, but he does take pleasure in drawing it out… speckled green eyes and dark blonde lashes peering down at Cas’ leant over his dresser drawer.  “ Or did you mean take without asking first. “

      He attributes the angel’s inability to look at him as being spot on. Dean takes it as Cas feeling guilty, perhaps, and not because the state of his dress is distracting. 

[never-meant-to-fall]

His eyes flick down to Dean’s mouth, watching the pink tongue dart out for a moment. The angel had yet to move from his spot, still trying and failing miserably at wiggling out of this situation. He clears his throat, rubbing his hand behind his neck.

“As you said, I was going to return them”, he counters, pushing the shirt he had in his hands back into the drawer, then, after another moment, pushing it shut. His eyes finally fall back on Dean’s blue robe and this time he can’t help the faint blush that stains his cheeks.

“You are indecently dressed, Dean. Could you…” Another sigh and the angel offers him a pair of sweatpants he had close to him, eyes glued to the floor. This was certainly not going according to plan.

[hewasbrave-blog]

       As you said, Cas asserts, like the innocent he is. And he is, except that it makes for a terrible liar and Dean won’t admit it - though it certainly burns bright in his chest and in the green depths of his eyes - that he enjoys making the angel uncomfortable. Call it retribution for all the times Cas stood a little too close to Dean’s side or over his shoulder. Along with all his missing Henley’s, jeans, and the like. 

      “ It’s my room, Cas, “ He wisecracks, taking the sweatpants from the angel’s soft, open hands. “ I’ll get naked in it if I want too. How’s that for indecent? “ 

       He allows a second for that to sink in; one hand gripping the article of clothing; bare feet stepping into the angel’s little bubble of privacy. 

      “ I never said that, “ Dean confesses, eyes burning into the angel’s open, honest hues. That’s where he’s the most honest - with his eyes; when he rubs the back of his neck, a habit he must have picked up from one of the brothers. And with perfect articulation, his voice simmers down and corners. “ A lot of my clothes have been going missing, Cas, without my permission or say so, so what’s up with that? Tell the truth.” 

      Otherwise he’ll have to resort to other measures.

[deanwinchesterdaily]

[hewasbrave-blog]

      poison. today marks the day that it’s been entire month since my last log in. an entire month! isn’t that crazy? cause the last month has been a crazy mess of chaos; of mostly bullshit after bullshit happenstances, and sacrifice. i find that the few good things that have happened were the only saving grace of the whole mess. to put a long story short ---- you can read the cut down below for those interested. 

and thank you to everyone still following this blog AND to the new followers i gained being gone, too! i’m back and i’m so sorry for being gone so long. i’ll get back to replies and asks soon!!!

i had been working nearly every damn day, from morning to late at night to gather $$$ for future bills + needed on a trip i was going to take the 17th of august to see my best friend. so i became less active while working and getting enough sleep were my main priorities. i worked myself like a damn dog lmao. i really shouldn’t have, but that’s just who i am - i burn too brightly all at once.

and then i missed my flight by seven hours until it dawned on me how fucked i was. this was THE thing i had been looking forward too - and it was gonna be great; i was gonna have fun, relax, and take a nice break after the countless weeks i had been working and putting all my focus and energy into to making this happen, and resume life on here. 

but that didn’t happen. and so i had to shell out x2 the amount for the next flight out; the $$$ i had worked tirelessly to earn were virtually a zero, but it totally wrecked my headspace and so i didn’t spend any time on here while i was on my trip, but instead trying to get my head straight and to just fucking breathe. 

i feel like things will be okay again. that the dust has settled, maybe, and though today marks the first day of my fall semester, i hope to spend at least a few days/nights on here being active and talking to everyone again; especially the friends i’ve made on here.

i wanna give a shout out to some of them, too, in case ya’ll are still here despite my lack presence: @idcntbelong @never-meant-to-fall​ @absentisxanima​ @illusionofwill-hiatus @resilientboned @braeden-winchester that I still wanna continue my threads with you if you’re down for that, and that I’ve missed you sinning sobs!!! A LOT. 

[sunnieblues]

[wearethegenesis-deactivated2016]

FIRST THREE IN MY INBOX GET KISSES

[heytheredeann]

11.23 | Alpha and Omega

[fawnbabe-deactivated20190422]

1. Don’t try to piss quietly. Nobody in a public restroom thinks you’re knitting in your stall. They came to piss, just like you. And if you have to take a dump, do it. Get over your fear of public toilets. It’ll make life a lot easier. 2. Masturbate. Masturbate a lot. Talk about it with your friends. You’ve got the right to make yourself feel good and brag about it just like all the boys with extra large kleenex packages on their desks. 3. If you want the large fries, get the large fries. Hunger and appetite are nothing to be ashamed of, just human. Don’t ever feel guilty for eating in front of others. You need to nourish your body to stay alive. We all do. 4. Laugh as loud as you have to, no matter if you snort or gasp or literally scream. 5. Fart when you have to. 6. Always remember you weren’t born to visually please others. Forget the phrase “what if they think it’s ugly”. If you think it’s lovely, it is lovely. You wanna wear it, wear it! 7. Speak your mind! You can learn to do so without insulting others or shoving your opinion down other people’s throats.

Seven Simple Ways To Free Yourself, from girl to girl (via amargedom)

[hewasbrave-blog]

sends you so many love and kisses

      poison. JILL you are my knight n shining armor, i swear. back at it with the kind words whenever i am in distress!! /kisses your entire face. 

[hewasbrave-blog]

*covers in a blanket* Sorry to hear that you've had a rough day :/ Don't feel my bad for making ooc posts. You have the right to express yourself as this is still your blog. Feel better <3

       poison. thank you so much, nonny. and honestly, you’re right. but there are days where i guess i forget all of that and i can’t feel the love that other people have for me because it’s such a bad day and it feels like you aren’t going to get through it because it sucks so much. you’re sweet for taking the time to send me this, for caring, especially when i needed it, and i just want you to know that i really appreciate it. it’s people like you who make the sun shine a little brighter, and people’s hearts a little merrier. <3

[hewasbrave-blog]

       poison. dude the rest is just gross personal shit so i’m gonna be super honest and ask everyone who wants to have some fun and fuck around, to just send me nice things and funny asks, ok, i wanna be loved by my friends and i want to be distracted from all these gross ass pains lmao. 

okay can someone please explain to me why my body and emotions are consTANTLY AGAINST ME LIKE... i am trying to recover from the sciatica i got at my last job and i had an unexpected flare up today after doing SO WELL for literally weeks, so i couldn’t work today. couldn’t see my boyfriend. couldn’t do anything fun. my usual dose of pills to kill the pain weren’t working so,,, i took a little more and then just ----- total fucking wreckage. :////

i’m sick and nauseated as fuck and having trouble staying still b/c of it and my emotions took a dark and emotional dive into feeling sad, and gross, and so so listless and i --- usually, like, don’t expect shit - good or bad - from anyone tbh and 85% of the time i hardly post anything personal, like as in bad, or sad, on here because i... don’t have the time, or, i don’t know why. but i’m usually pretty darn happy and ok but yet today ???? it’s like out of nowhere that i feel awful and angry and hopeless and totally just... NO CONFIDENCE IN ABILITIES TO WRITE RIGHT NOW and this totally unfounded and intense urge to run away from everyone and everything i love and know and disappear like what the fuck. i don’t know if anyone else understands this or gets it :/

[braeden-winchester]

State #1 || Closed

[braeden-winchester]

She smiles, blushing as he looks her over, eyes stopping on hers, rather than her cleavage. “I’m Lisa… You were um… Looking at me so I thought I’d come introduce myself. You’re not from around here, right?”

[hewasbrave-blog]

       “That’s a pretty name,” Dean replies, green eyes warm and earnest. Lisa must be keen on the fact that she’s being checked out ( but can you blame him? She’s nothing short of gorgeous and more importantly, went out of her way to talk to him. )  And yet, by the faint blush she’s sporting on the high points of her chestnut cheeks, the slender brunette must not mind. “How’d you guess?”

[braeden-winchester]

State #1 || Closed

@hewasbrave

Lisa wasn’t usually the type to go to a bar alone. In fact she wasn’t supposed to be here alone at all. But the friend who was supposed to meet her was stuck at home because her car wouldn’t start. Or so she said.

So the newly single Lisa, made an uncharacteristic move, and decided to stay. After a few older guys had bought her drinks, politely declining their pervy offers to “get her out of there” she’s had enough to and was about to leave. At least she was going to until she locked eyes with the guy playing pool. Beautiful green eyes, that she’d caught staring directly at her. She waves, shyly biting her lip.

[hewasbrave-blog]

      Dean scrapes the tip of his cue stick with a chalky, red powder; til he’s satisfied that it’s covered in a thick coat, and sets it down to examine the surface of the pool table with thoughtful, but more importantly, calculating pair of eyes. He bends near the length of the border to get just the right angle, with just the right amount of force, and it’s with the pleasure of seeing it happen as he imagined that he’s going to pocket a modest chunk of cash.

      It’s been three days since his last visit to a place like this, and that was in a different state over. But this is what he does: every town is an oppurtunity to make business. He doesn’t see it as a bad thing, because in the end, everyone’s entertained — and then he’s on the road again. There’s a saying Dean’s read on some article floating around the internet about how you can feel someone’s eyes on you because of the energy directing it. He’s not surprised when he leans up to see that it’s true, and the admission is sublime ; a i guess i’ve been caught, but not to worry - he doesn’t bite. 

[braeden-winchester]

She finishes off her drunk for courage and walks over, taking a seat near his table. “Hey there…”

[hewasbrave-blog]

      Dean’s smile isn’t the least apologetic when he pockets the cash he’s won; sitting down as the pretty woman from a little yonder comes to sit beside him. Confidently. And he likes it. “Hey,” He acquiesces, saying hello, and noticing her eyes for the first time. Brown hues speckled with flecks of Amber. “I’m Dean.”

[margot-terc]

[okcold-deactivated20190629]

[hewasbrave-blog]

         poison. 

[hewasbrave-blog]

      poison. i! have! so many unfinished drafts!!!!