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flightlessmxckingjay:

each step was carefully planned - a hunter on her trail much like she was in the WOODS back home, but there others out there who seem to catch her before she has chance to hide. shit. she pauses, fingers still holding the twill of her bow. ‘ I could ask YOU the same thing. ‘

His mouth opened to throw a response but he paused, staring at the brunette as though she had a point. What was Dean doing there? None of her business, that's for sure. " Hey, hey. I'm the one asking the questions here." He took out his badge, flashing it in her direction as if he was a man of authority––– at least that's what his fake ID badge stated. " Now are ya' gonna put that thing down, Robin Hood or planning to rob me? "

#{ flightlessmxckingjay }#{ v: flight or fight }

whoops. when i think i made replies and haven’t.

#{ out of bullets. }

ourmarquis

markedbydeath

butyouwontbreakme:

Ain’t never been much of the church type But I believe in the last days I walk through Hell almost every night But I believe it’s a pathway

#yelawolf's entire album is just on fire

imsorryitsallmyfault:

One might be surprised how often Kanaya had gotten away with this. She’d hang out around gas stations and their little markets and wait for someone with the right kind of car and enough distractions so that they either can’t or won’t notice her there.

Whoever the owner of the old, dusty Impala seemed like the kind of guy who’d take her halfway across the country before noticing her there.

Boy was she wrong.

The girl was nearly flung into the front seat when he hit the breaks. Thankfully, their brief, stomach-dropping moment of eye contact before hand gave her just enough time to brace herself. Shocked by her early discovery and his all-too-quick reaction, all she could do was stare back at him, watching as he came around to open the door.

Even as he stood beside her exit, she just sat and stared, trying hard to ignore her rapid heartbeat and shaken breath. Kanaya needed a plan, and quick, before he decided to take more unsavory measures.

Dean tapped his finger on the side of his car door, patience wearing thin with every passing moment that she failed to move. He's had his fair share of runaways hitching a ride——— he'd have to hand it to them for how far they'd get, but they weren't fooling Dean. "The hell you doing in my car?" He glared at her, realising she wasn't budging anytime soon. With an immediate thought, Dean pulled out the gun tucked under his shirt. "Listen here, this car? It's like my HOME. You know the rules about trespassing homes? The owner gets the right to shoot." Dean was bluffing but the girl didn't know that. If it got her talking, it was the GAME he was going to play and seemed to be working considering the brunette looked freaked out as it was. "So, I'm asking you again. Who are you and what are you doing?"

#{ v: road tripping to hell }#{ imsorryitsallmyfault }#ngl already love where this is going

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#{ car r a d i o }#destiel #{ yOU CANT TELL ME THIS ISNT THEM }

ceasedtime:

The eye roll was inevitable, but as the tree (and now the man’s jacket) continued to be on fire, it proved to be short-lived. ❛ ——— Yeah, right, ❜ he murmured, dropping a near standing bouquet of flowers on the table, and grabbing the vase to pour the water over the burning Christmas tree. It sizzled furiously, before disappearing —— ALMOST, at least, because the jacket still seemed to be lit. ❛ Man, your jacket. ❜

Too LATE, the jacket was screwed––– just as much as the now crisped tree. Throwing the burning leather to the ground, Dean stamped down, diminishing the remaining flame. “ RIP, jacket. You’ve done me good over the years. ” The least to say. Dean did his mourning, pursing his lips with annoyance before glancing up at the other guy. " Merry goddam' Christmas. "

#{ v: au }#{ v: undetermined }#{ sorry for the delay }#{ christmas time an' all }

withrosetyler-deactivated201604

#god i love this man #ultimate fave character

undevelopedisms:

“ew omg they ship with everyone.”

so what?

are you the ship police?

are you that sad that you have to criticize someone bc they want to ship?

when did it become your business?

oh wait it didn’t

so give it up and mind your damn business.

mishasminions

markedbydeath

mishasminions:

HAVE A SUPERNATURALLY AWESOME CHRISTMAS!

Fishu-fishu:

I hate scrolling down my dash and seeing all these heart breaking personal posts about how much people’s family’s hate them and laugh at them during the holidays. Guess what? I’m your family now Your dad’s being a jerk? I’m your new dad now. Your mom? Guess who’s your new mom. Grandma? Grandpa? Aunt? Uncle? All me. I’m all your family and I will love you forever.

#{ PSA; }#jfc i haaaaate hate hateeee it

ofreedsandoaks:

Perhaps being separated from Julian had started to have its effects on Larc’s psyche. He was deteriorating, having to make his own choices … terrified, perhaps, of making the wrong one … and he didn’t have the presence of his conscious cricket to chirp in his ear if something was appropriate or not. So far, he’d done well about keeping the truth behind his identity secret; so far, the Winchesters were only aware that he was merely a boy affiliated with the Men of Letters and nothing more … and perhaps he hoped to keep it that way. But he worried, still, about them discovering the truth … and the truth weighed more than guilt upon the old soul trapped within the child.

“You don’t think sacrificing a few fond memories would be worth saving the universe from immeasurable pain?”

Even now, Dean failed to get a read on the boy who turned up outside their bunker. There was a hint of reservation in everything he did which only placed questioned and curiosity in his mind. But he also understood. Dean wasn't one to blindly trust so why would he? From all the information the kid managed to share about the Men of Letters was enough to keep him on their side. For now. Not that Dean intended on harming the kid. No way in hell would it ever come down to that for the hunter but the Winchester's have had their fair share of betrayal. Even a child wasn't prone to the defence mechanism that came with their guarded walls. Dean pinpointed several moments where he had come face-to-face with changing the past, present and future. It was more miserable than the current path he was being led on, surprisingly. Although he got to witness the faces of his past belong where he wanted them to, there was always something missing deep within the hunter. A sigh fell from his lips. "Hey, man. I've seen first hand what changing fate can do." Hell, even Lucifer, himself, told Dean there their fates were sealed— so in this life or another, could they be certain of that misery disappearing? For Dean, hell no. "Sometimes you got to follow the motions and hope it works out for the best because that unfathomable pain you're talking about doesn't completely go— it shifts."

#{ ofreedsandoaks }#{ v: undetermined }#thaank youuu! <3 <3

ofreedsandoaks:

“Have you ever just wanted to … hit the reset button on the universe? Start everything over? Get it right this time?”

"There ain't a day that I don't." Dean shrugged away the thought, because it was a little too honest for his liking. "But then I realised all the good things I'd miss now." Not that there was much good, but there was the ADVENTURES, the lives he'd saved and the bond he shared with his brother.

#{ bc i needed back in my lifeeeeee! }#{ v: now or never }

——— 『 J. W. 』

❝ —dude, did you fucking escape from a madhouse? i don’t know how many idiots you’ve fooled with those stories, but i’m not buying that bullshit. ❞

@markedbydeath // starter!

"Oh, I'm not shittin' you, kid." "—but if you want to go ahead, see for yourself, get yourself killed."

#{ adoptavit }#{ v: undetermined }

his-baby-impala:

After she got turned into a Human Baby dident knew what to do but just go to the motel room from Dean and Sam, does were the only people she knew and the only once who could maybe help her. So there she was fully naked standing in there dark room waiting for one of them to get back from a hunt. Knowing dean he maybe could expect him to come back with a women which got her a little jealous just thinking about it.Suddenly she heard the door and the lights got turned on. Looking at the man she smiled and then looked confused at him after he spoke.”Naked.?” she asked confused and then looked down at herself first now noticing she was not wearing anything, well great first time she meet Dean were she was human and then this happens. “No I am not in the wrong room Dean.” she said and chuckled. ”It’s me, your baby.” she told him and then took a blanket and wrapped it around her body so both of them woulden feel to awkward.

Baby? His expression was permantly fixated with confusion. Baby? The only baby he knew... no. Hell no, it couldn't be, could it? The thought hit him like a train. His eyes widened with disbelief. Turning his head to check it was safe in the corner of his eyes, Dean finally turned to take a look at the brunette. "You. You're.." "No way". Dean wasn't as gullible as she wanted him to be. Maybe all of this was a ploy. Then realisation hit the hunter, followed with panic that he hadn't catched a glimpse of his impala where he left it. He only suspected Sam to have taken it for a case. Holding back on hyperventilating over the fact his car was gone, Dean rushed over to the window, peeking out into the car lot in search of his car. The panic set in as he turned back, glaring. "Alright. What have you done with my car!"

#{ v: nobody puts b a b y in a corner }#{ v: au }#helloo hello!#i am good thank you <3 how are yoooou?