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"Ｍｙ ｎａｍｅ ｉｓ Ｄｅａｎ Ｗｉｎｃｈｅｓｔｅｒ．

Ｉ＇ｍ ａｎ Ａｑｕａｒｉｕｓ．

Ｉ ｅｎｊｏｙ ｓｕｎｓｅｔｓ， ｌｏｎｇ ｗａｌｋｓ ｏｎ ｔｈｅ

ｂｅａｃｈ， ａｎｄ ｆｒｉｓｋｙ ｗｏｍｅｎ．

Ａｎｄ Ｉ ｄｉｄ ｎｏｔ ｋｉｌｌ ａｎｙｏｎｅ．"

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I am officially moved to my multimuse blog! You can find me over at @themonstersamongus

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I miss writing with you :/

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Just wanted to let everyone know that I will be archiving this blog soon along with my Alex blog because I'm going to be starting my multimuse blog soon! Sorry for the inactivity!

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Looking the woman over and making sure she wasn't hurt, though not approaching her because he was still a little wary of her sudden appearance in his world, Dean's eyes met hers again. Could she help?

"Absolutely not," he spoke bluntly. "If anything, you can sit back at camp until we can figure out how you even got here. You can keep Cas company if he's not high off his ass."

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at first she was about to protest. to fight to help whatever this demon virus was. but when he spoke, her eyes flickered back up, "cas is here?" sonny questioned at the mention of his name. but the follow up caused a confused expression to appear. "he.. he's high?"

this universe.. or future.. whatever it was, it was confusing. but if she was going to be stuck here for awhile, she had to do something to be useful. something to help save people. it was what she did and always will do until her last breath. "are there hunters who need help getting patched up? i'm good at that."

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Keeping his hand on his pistol that sat snuggly in his holster on his hip, Dean glanced over at Sonny when she asked about Cas.

"Stoned. High. Whatever you wanna call it," he muttered as he led her to his camp where the other hunters were. "He's barely an angel at this point, low tier with little Grace, so he's been trained to be an actual hunter. If he's not having orgys with women or getting stoned, he's actually useful." Past Dean would never talk about his best friend like that, but this wasn't Sonny's Dean.

Looking up again as they walked through the rubble, Dean thought for a moment at her offer to help patch hunters up. "I'm sure we can find something for you to do until we can figure out how to get you back to your world." Just another mouth to feed. he thought brassenly to himself.

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Dean actually flinched when he felt Sonny's fingers in his hair, something the Siren had done with him. The motion alone made his stomach turn, but he didn't pull away from the gentle touch. Dean has had so much trauma in his time of hunting, but this? This was the topping on the cake. There was no making a deal to bring his brother back. Nothing. It's not what Sam would've wanted. Not by any means. All Dean wanted to do was sit in the kitchen and drink his worries away, but he knew he had to wait for Sonny to fall asleep first.

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"i know what you're doing." sonny spoke softly as she placed her hand down from combing through his hair considering he flinched. she felt helpless. almost teary eyed at the thought of dean being so hurt. so afraid. something was just completely off. "i know you're waiting for me to sleep so you can drink. but that's not going to happen."

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Setting his jaw tight at her words, his stiff shoulders fell a bit. Neither of them were going to sleep that night, then. Either way, Dean knew that he'd eventually end up back in the kitchen whether Sonny liked it or not. Still, he was silent when she spoke. The last time he was like this, silent and scared, was when he was four after seeing his mother burn on the ceiling. He didn't talk again until he was seven and a half. Nothing his father did or say encouraged Dean to talk. What he did that night after the Siren put him under her spell? It was worse than the fire when he was younger.

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Dean let out a soft sigh and shook his head. "You know I can't just sit and do nothing while you do everything. You of all people should know that," he murmured. "I'm helping and that's that." Standing up straight and gently pulling away from her, Dean grabbed the broom that Sonny had dropped when he had walked into the roadhouse, looking over at her and half expecting her to stop him. When Sonny made no move to stop him, Dean started to continue sweeping the floor. Even if Sonny argued, he wasn't just going to sit.

His mind was still rattled with how he had come back from Hell. He was just down in the Pit for 4 months and now he was back. Back at the rundown gas station, he had heard a piercing and high pitched ringing that was so strong that it had shattered the glass windows. Dean couldn't even begin to explain that part.

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as he began to sweep, sonny shook her head. the two were completely stubborn. when one of them had their mind set on something, there was no stopping them. which is why she didn't stop him. though instead, she started wiping the tables. however, she's still in shock. "what.. i.." how could she even begin? he's been dead for four months. there was way too many questions. "do you have any idea on who got you out? sam and i tried everything.. we.. i.." right then, her eyes began to water again.

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Looking over at Sonny when she started to stumble and stutter over her words, frowning when her eyes started to get watery again, Dean paused in his sweeping. Did he know what got him out? Absolutely not. There wasn't a demon in Hell that would ever want Dean Winchester to leave Hell. Every demon was happy that he was there. There was a mark on his shoulder that he couldn't even begin to explain.

"To be honest? No," he finally spoke. "I have no idea what yanked me out. I have this...handprint on my shoulder, though. I don't think it's a demon, because what demon would want me out?"

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Dean only let himself pull away when Sonny did, looking down at her wet eyes and brushing his rough thumbs across her face to wipe her tears that just kept falling. "Hey, hey," he spoke softly. "Calm down. I'm here. All this is real. One thing at a time." A comforting smile popped on to Dean's face as he spoke. His main objective was to calm Sonny down first before he did anything for himself.

"I'll start doing things once I know you're calm and relaxed," Dean murmured. "Until then, I'm not doing anything. I'll even help you close up the roadhouse to help you relax."

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sonny could've continued to ramble on. to ask what else he could possibly need. but dean stopped her before she could. his thumbs wiping her tears and tone soft. never in a million years could she imagine dean right here in front of her again. alive. she would ask about the catch after. right now, he's here and that's all that mattered.

practically hiccuping through her tears, trying to take slow heavy breaths. attempting to calm down like he told her. but then shaking her head, "no no, you don't do anything. you relax."

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Dean let out a soft sigh and shook his head. "You know I can't just sit and do nothing while you do everything. You of all people should know that," he murmured. "I'm helping and that's that." Standing up straight and gently pulling away from her, Dean grabbed the broom that Sonny had dropped when he had walked into the roadhouse, looking over at her and half expecting her to stop him. When Sonny made no move to stop him, Dean started to continue sweeping the floor. Even if Sonny argued, he wasn't just going to sit.

His mind was still rattled with how he had come back from Hell. He was just down in the Pit for 4 months and now he was back. Back at the rundown gas station, he had heard a piercing and high pitched ringing that was so strong that it had shattered the glass windows. Dean couldn't even begin to explain that part.

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Dean will admit that it's been a bit since he's been to the roadhouse. A couple months actually, unlike last time where it was 8 months, so Sonny couldn't really get mad at him. As soon as he walked in, he was greeted by other hunters and dragged into conversation about his last hunt, which happened to be a wraith hunt. Passing a few laughs around with the other hunters, Dean wanted to drag himself away to go find Sonny, but he didn't want to be rude. Sonny wasn't the only one who hadn't seen him in a while and other hunters wanted to catch up. Dean had other friends other than Sonny after all.

Drink in hand, Dean was finally able to step away from the hunters that had stopped him at the door, looking around for Sonny and made his way over to her, though he grunted a little when she pulled him in by his belt loops. Looking down at her, with a smirk on his face, Dean put the whiskey glass down on the counter. "What? I can't say hi to others now?" he joked.

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letting him put his glass down, she still held onto him by the belt loops. that same innocent smile and playful eyes remaining on her face as they stood close to one another. almost chest to chest. just looking up at his green, dean would argue that it's hazel, eyes as she tilted her head to the side, "i mean, you can. but.." voice trailing off as she let their lips brush closely before blinking up at him innocently, "you can also say hi to them later."

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Raising his brows as Dean looked down at Sonny, he couldn't help the small smile that showed on the corner of his mouth as she held him close by his belt loops. Dean definitely wasn't expecting this kind of hello after not showing up to the roadhouse for a few months.

"Oh?" he hummed. "And why's that?" Dean had a pretty good idea, but he wanted to hear Sonny say it.

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Giving her an annoyed face, Dean resisted the urge to roll his eyes. "My bullets are useless against angels. I don't exactly carry angel killing bullets on me all the time y'know," he mumbled as he followed Sonny close, keeping on alert as he walked. Staying in the shadows was their best bet. "I'm kinda useless to help right now and I'd rather not be."

The last time Dean was here, the angels knew that the Winchester boys had arrived. It was odd and a little suspicious that they weren't flocking him right now.

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almost a frustrated sigh escaped her lips. the urge to smack him upside the head, but now was not the time. all she did was turn to look at him, "keep yapping that big mouth of yours, we'll end up getting caught. so just shut up and stay close."

turning around as she walked further. gun still at hand. making sure that no angel would make any surprises. not in the mood to be attacked. which happens to be an everyday thing no thanks to the damn apocalypse. "just gonna leave you with bobby then i'll be on my way."

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"Listen, sweetheart," Dean spoke gruffly, clearly annoyed and not used to this Sonny, "you act like this is my first rodeo. I've been here before. In the world. In this war. I'm not just going to sit back and let you boss me around like you know more than me. Sure, you may be a hunter, but that don't mean shit to me."

Maybe he crossed a line because the next thing he knew, the blunt end of Sonny's gun was aimed straight for his face. With his quick reflexes, Dean grabbed her wrist that held the pistol, twisting it behind her back and pressed her chest against the wall, pressing his foot on top of the gun that fell to the ground.

"I've been here before. I'm finding it a little suspicious that the dickbags aren't flocking me like they did last time, so I'd would really appreciate it if you gave me some bullets so I can be of help. We on the same page now?"

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Tucking his gun into the holster on his hip, Dean's eyes didn't leave Sonny. Sure, he felt bad for telling her that he had to kill her parents, but he had no choice. It was a life or death situation.

"Sorry, but I had to," he spoke, though his tone didn't sound as sorry as he meant. After being in this war for so long, he'd gone cold. Hell, he was cold 20 years ago when his brother said yes to Lucifer. "I had no choice." Adjusting hus brown leather fingerless gloves on his hands, he glanced up at her. "It's the Croatoan virus. A demonic virus to put into layman's terms. There's no cure."

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his words cut like a knife, but she had to remind herself that back where she belongs.. her parents are alive. but how did she even get here and how can she even get back? this definitely wasn't something she planned to happen. if anything, she was supposed to be having an average calm day. but not anymore.

"no cure.." she nodded, nibbling on her lower lip. if she was going to be here, might as well try to be useful, right? maybe even get dean to trust her. which was complicated looking at the man she's dating but not being the same man, "can i help?"

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Looking the woman over and making sure she wasn't hurt, though not approaching her because he was still a little wary of her sudden appearance in his world, Dean's eyes met hers again. Could she help?

"Absolutely not," he spoke bluntly. "If anything, you can sit back at camp until we can figure out how you even got here. You can keep Cas company if he's not high off his ass."

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"You're not doing shit. Y'er gonna lay down while I take care of you. Got it?" Dean murmured and lowered himself down on one knee and took his knife out, cutting into the rope that held Sonny in place. He had seen where she had struggled because of the red marks on her wrists and arms. "Until you don't look like roadkill, you're not doing anything. Understand?"

Dean easily caught Sonny when she fell forward, probably from being unable to hold herself up. Picking her up in his arms like she weighed nothing, Dean stood and carried her upstairs to her room. "While you sleep tonight, I'll fix the door I kicked in and clean up any mess downstairs."

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"usually it's the other way around.." she muttered, attempted to give a smile but it just came out tired. letting him untie her. all of the physical abuse that was thrown her way now catching up. the rush, adrenaline, and shock now dying down. leaving her to be in absolute pain. those hunters did not show her any mercy.

falling forward as she was unable to hold herself up. leaning into him as he carried her. everything hurt. even the little movements of him walking. wincing just a little, but trying not to. she didn't want to seem weak. "at least give me supplies to get this bullet out of my leg."

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Glancing down at Sonny when she spoke about getting supplies for the bullet, Dean rolled his eyes and gently shouldered her cracked bedroom door open and laid her on her bed.

"What part of you're not doing anything until you don't look like roadkill don't you understand?" he chuckled softly, getting her med kit from her bathroom before rolling a chair up beside her bed. "I'll say it again. You ain't doing shit."

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Dean knew that tonight would be another sleepless night. There was no way he could sleep after tonight. Sitting heavy on his bed, he made no attempt to take his bloody clothes off, jaw set tight as he kept his dark hazel eyes trained on the floor, images of the hunt constantly replaying over and over in his head, his baby brother's blood on his hands and clothes. He felt sick to his stomach. Dean was under the Siren's spell, not Sam. He had no control over himself and he hated himself for it. As he sat, he was silent, a pin being abke to be heard from how heavy the silence was.

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the moment he sat down, sonny scooted closer and wrapped her arms around him. tugging him close so that he was leaning onto her. placing a soft kiss to his temple and rubbing his arm. it was quiet around them. not daring to make a sound. just the sounds of crickets outside. pressing her cheek to the top of his head, eventually humming quietly while letting her fingertips gently run through his short hair.

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Dean actually flinched when he felt Sonny's fingers in his hair, something the Siren had done with him. The motion alone made his stomach turn, but he didn't pull away from the gentle touch. Dean has had so much trauma in his time of hunting, but this? This was the topping on the cake. There was no making a deal to bring his brother back. Nothing. It's not what Sam would've wanted. Not by any means. All Dean wanted to do was sit in the kitchen and drink his worries away, but he knew he had to wait for Sonny to fall asleep first.

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Sharing the Holiday Season Prompts

(Prompts for scenarios for muses spending time together over the holiday season. Some can be platonic as well as romantic! Add "+ 🔄" or "+ reverse" to reverse the scenario!)

☃️ Our muses go for a walk in the snow

☕ Your muse brings my muse a hot drink

🔥 Our muses sit in front of a fire together

🌿 Our muses kiss under the mistletoe

🕯️ Our muses put up holiday decorations

🍽️ Our muses prepare a holiday meal together

🛍️ Our muses go shopping for gifts

🛏️ Our muses stay in bed together because it's cold

🎁 Our muses give each other a present

🧣 My muse adjusts your muse's scarf

🤗 Our muses share a blanket

🧥 My muse gives your muse their coat

❄️ Our muses watch the snow fall together

👨‍👩‍👧‍👦 Your muse rescues my muse from an unwanted family gathering

🎄 My muse introduces your muse to one of their holiday traditions

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~ OUCH, THE ANGST ~ ANGSTY PROMPTS

requested by: anonymous request: Can you give prompts for angst? I’m making a fic that’s gonna have a bad ending and an alternate ending

Feel free to use and reblog!

keeping things from the other to spare their feelings

walking away because they're bad at confrontation

refusing reconciliation because they're still deeply hurt

lashing out even though they know they will regret it

lying to the other about their feelings

lying to themselves about their feelings

listening to someone's bad advice

refusing to give the other a second chance

being the other's 'right person, wrong time'

making a decision against the other because they're seeing bad signs everywhere

"I need you." "Do you really need me or do you need the image of me you created in your head?"

"It's very cowardly to run away like this!" "Maybe. But maybe it's even more cowardly to pretend that everything is fine the way it is."

"Do I really mean nothing to you?!" "That's not fair. You know that's not the reason why."

"Why do I have to decide? It's virtually impossible!"

*choking on tears* "Why would you say something like this?"

"I vouched for you! How could you?!"

"Why did you never say anything? Why did I have to find out from a third person?"

"You're not serious? You're not being FUCKING SERIOUS?!"

"I did everything, and still, it wasn't enough."

"I know we failed, but I would still do it all again."

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Grunting when Sonny took the beer bottle again, Dean set his jaw tight. All he wanted to do was sit in the kitchen all night and drink until he didn't remember that the night even happened and that everything would be back to normal in the morning. If anything, Dean would slip out of the bed when Sonny was asleep and go back to drinking. He didn't really have any food during the day, so he knew the alcohol would hit him harder.

"Fine." he muttered. Dean knew that Sonny was a heavy sleeper once she was out, so it wouldn't be hard to slip out of the bed.

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as soon as he agreed, she took his hand and led him upstairs. the brunette knew him well. which she plans on staying up until he crashes. it usually ended up like this during when these dark emotions took over. leaving him in nothing but pain. and sonny's well aware she couldn't bring him out of it. so all she could do is be there until he sleeps.

settling on the bed, she patted the spot next to her and waited for him to settle.

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Dean knew that tonight would be another sleepless night. There was no way he could sleep after tonight. Sitting heavy on his bed, he made no attempt to take his bloody clothes off, jaw set tight as he kept his dark hazel eyes trained on the floor, images of the hunt constantly replaying over and over in his head, his baby brother's blood on his hands and clothes. He felt sick to his stomach. Dean was under the Siren's spell, not Sam. He had no control over himself and he hated himself for it. As he sat, he was silent, a pin being abke to be heard from how heavy the silence was.

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Dean looked over at Sonny when her hands were on his face, holding him steady. When her hold around his middle let go, his hand immediately went to his bottle of beer to nurse off it again. It was the way he coped with trauma. It's how he's been since he was 19 years old after his first hunt that went south with his dad.

"You know I hate you seeing me like this." Dean mumbled, referring to whenever he drank himself stupid. It was the lowest he'll ever be in his life and he never wanted anyone to see him like this. Vulnerable and weak. He'd rather be in that position alone, lost in his thoughts.

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"and you know i hate it when you're hurting like this. so we both lose." sonny stated before taking his bottle again and moving it away. keeping herself sitting in front of him while still using the same hand to gently caress his face. dropping it to take his hand. giving it a little squeeze. "come on, let's get you to bed."

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Grunting when Sonny took the beer bottle again, Dean set his jaw tight. All he wanted to do was sit in the kitchen all night and drink until he didn't remember that the night even happened and that everything would be back to normal in the morning. If anything, Dean would slip out of the bed when Sonny was asleep and go back to drinking. He didn't really have any food during the day, so he knew the alcohol would hit him harder.

"Fine." he muttered. Dean knew that Sonny was a heavy sleeper once she was out, so it wouldn't be hard to slip out of the bed.