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@m-wnchester
“tell it to the moon”
selective indie mumu muses and mun are both 21 + open to all verses
Ooc: @m-wnchester is back and I am SO HAPPY TO SEE HER ON MY DASH AGAIN. So happy to see people coming back <3
LOVE YOU SO MUCH
guess whose back
back again
((Awesome!! I'll write up a starter))
thanks lovely! x
((Well I've always head a headcanon/idea that Cas was around before Mary's death (in a different vessel), and Mary knew him, and she recognizes his name when Dean introduces him, and Cas recognizes her immediately (I have trouble believing that he would need an introduction even if he didn't know her personally) and Mary and Cas become friends and Cas fills Mary in on everything that's happened since her death.))
YES PLEASE
YES I WOULD LIKE ALL OF THIS
((Hi. I have a plot I really want to do with a Mary, and you're the best I've seen so far. Would you be willing to hear out my plot?))
// that is the sweetest thing ever, i would be more than willing to plot something with you love! what's your idea?
supernatural; starter sentences.
“Yeah, what do you wanna do, poke her with a stick?”
“I like him, he says okie dokie.”
“Son of a bitch!”
“Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole.”
“Ugh, the thought of him driving my car.”
“Wait, there’s no such thing as unicorns?”
“I’m not gonna die in a hospital where the nurses aren’t even hot.”
“We know a little about a lot of things; just enough to make us dangerous.”
“I hope your apple pie is freakin’ worth it!”
“They’re supposed to make you miserable! That’s why they’re family!”
“I lost my shoe.”
“You’re a great big bag of dicks.”
“I found a liquor store and I drank it.”
“Do I look like a ditchable prom date to you?”
“It must be hard with your sense of direction, never being able to find your way to a decent pickup line.”
“Dude, stow the touchy-feely, self-help yoga crap.”
“You put your foot on my coffee table, I’m gonna whack you with a spoon.”
“Who do you think is a hotter psychic: Patricia Arquette, Jennifer Love Hewitt or you?”
“You better take care of that car or I swear I’ll haunt your ass!”
“Always take down your Christmas decorations after New Year’s, or you might get filleted by a hooker from God.”
“Snow White? I saw that movie. The porn version anyway. There was this wicked Stepmother. Woo, she was wicked.”
“I had a crappy guidance counselor.”
“Of course, the most troubling question is why do these people assume we’re gay?”
“Dude, you fugly.”
“They made me slow dance.”
“I’m gonna go stop the Big Bad Wolf. Which is the weirdest thing I’ve ever said.”
“I’m Batman!”
“You fudgin’ touch me again, I’ll fudgin’ kill ya!”
“These tacos taste funny to you?”
“What visage are you in now? Holy tax accountant?”
“Hey, see if they’ve got any pie. Bring me some pie. I love me some pie.”
“You know, when this is over, we should really have angry sex.”
“I’d like to think it’s because of my perky nipples.”
“Oh, I’m not carrying that. It could go off. I’ll man the flashlight.”
“Dude, you’re confusing reality with porn again.”
“On Thursdays, we’re teddy bear doctors.”
“Oh yeah, life as an angel condom. That’s real fun. I think I’ll pass, thanks.”
“There are two things I know for certain. One: Bert and Ernie are gay. Two: you are not gonna die a virgin, not on my watch.”
“For fans, they sure do complain a lot.”
“The whistle makes me their god.”
“Details are everything. You don’t want to go fighting ghosts without any health insurance.”
“Brains trumps legs, apparently.”
“I would love to have the sex with you.”
“I have genital herpes.”
“This isn’t funny, _____. The voice says I’m almost out of minutes!”
“I don’t understand that reference.”
“Hey ass-butt!”
“Today, you’re my little bitch.”
“Four score and seven years ago … I had a funny hat.”
I'M GOING TO SCREAM THAT WAS THE BEST EPISODE I LOVE MY BABE SO MUCH HELP
“I’m not going anywhere, Mom.” Sam said, in a demanding voice. She always protested him, when he refused her help. “You need help with your wound. It needs to be stitched up.”
Mary squeezed her eyes shut on pure instinct, shaking her head slowly before she finally looked up to meet Sam's sweet face. "What I need is for you to get out of here and go get help. Sam - Go."
“I think I get now from who I got my stubbornness.” he said with a sigh as he crosses his arms over his chest. “Look. That gash needs stitches. I can do that. Sammy’n me? We stitch each other up on a regular basis. And I know stuff is pretty confusing right now, but you’re not doing yourself a favor with refusing help, mom.”
She swallowed hard around the lump in the back of her throat as she nodded her head slowly, groaning as she pushed herself to her feet and took a deep breath. "Sam, is he - Is he okay?" Mary asked, her voice tinged with worry as she gripped tightly at the gash in her arm. "Are you okay?"
“Mom, you’re not fine.” Dean knew that he needed to go, that it would be for the best probably. But seeing her bleeding made it so much harder. “We need to get you in safety first.”
Mary's heart was beating hard against her chest, the fact that Dean wasn't just up and leaving her causing her immense pride and guilt all at once. "You're going to get hurt if you stay here. Dean - Baby, please. Go. Run."
IM BACK IM HERE HI HEY <3
“I don’t need your help, just… I’m fine, go.” Mary frowned, flinching as she wrapped the blood soaked rag tighter around the open gash in her forearm stubbornly.
"Come home."
Gabriel blinked in surprise and a sad smile appeared in his face. “As much as I’d like to…I can’t. Not yet.” He said quietly, and with the utmost reluctance.
Gabriel hated seeing her so upset and so lost, it hurt him to the very core of his Grace and shook it up. Mary needed him and he couldn’t help her, the guilt sinking like a stone in his stomach.
“I’m sorry…I can’t” he said brokenly, biting down hard on his lower lip. “I’m not strong enough yet.”
Mary nodded her head slowly in understanding, trying to ignore the nagging feeling in her stomach that was telling her he was leaving her; that he wasn't ever really going to come back. She swallowed hard around the lump in the back of her throat, reaching out to touch him before sighing and crossing her arms over her chest. "Don't - I'm fine. It's okay." She whispered, forcing a small smile onto her face.
"I don't need your help, just... I'm fine, go." Mary frowned, flinching as she wrapped the blood soaked rag tighter around the open gash in her forearm stubbornly.
"Come home."
Gabriel blinked in surprise and a sad smile appeared in his face. “As much as I’d like to…I can’t. Not yet.” He said quietly, and with the utmost reluctance.
“This…what you’re seeing right now is just a ghost of my powers little flower.” Gabriel replied sadly. “I’m miles and miles away, trying to gather my strength…it’s not time for me to come back. Not yet.”
"But I..." Mary trailed off, her brow pulling together as she pulled her jacket tighter around her body instinctively. "I need you. Things are bad here and I just... Please come home." Mary breathed, her eyes slipping closed as she spoke.