son of a bitch

the name's dean winchester. you touch my baby, you get punched. you hurt my brother, i hunt you down. any questions?

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Okay so, I have a con coming up in less than a month (ACK D:) and my cosplay stuff isn't even close to done. So that's where I've been the last few days. My friend is coming over and we're spending three days just doing cosplay related things, so I don't know how much I'll be on for the rest of the week. But I promise when I finally do get on, Dean will be back to his super angsty self and give Camryn that hard (albeit drunken) dicking he promised! I'm sorry I keep having spurts of activity like this. Hopefully after the con, I'll be better. D:

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I’m glad you weren’t around for that. I probably woulda punched you.

I’d kick my ass if I wrecked something that gorgeous.

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I highly doubt that. *smirks* Eh, don’t worry about it, I’ve got another locked up in storage. I mean, don’t be crazy with her, but if something does happen, it’s not the end of the world.

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There's gotta be something seriously wrong with you, man. No one is this awesome and laid back. What is it? Are you actually a serial killer or something?

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Hello nurse!

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“Cas? Your friend with the dark hair, right?” she asked, “No…I didn’t realize he was your type.” Camryn laughed and opened the coat, a light blush covering her cheeks as she waited for his reaction to the short white nurses dress. The neckline plunged low, giving just a hint of the red bra she had underneath. Her hair fell around her shoulders in loose waves and the heels she was wearing brought her just a little closer to his height.

“So…is this what you had in mind?” she asked, giving a small spin in front of him.

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"I don't have a type." Dean assured her and it was actually pretty true. While he preferred blondes with boob jobs, he just liked sex in general and as long as his partner was attractive enough - and female, his drunken mind interjected - he was more than happy. 

As Camryn opened her coat though, all thoughts of Cas and his type left Dean's mind and he stood there, mouth open slightly and jaw dropped as his eyes trailed over the outfit. He hadn't expected this at all. He had only been joking, but he wasn't about to complain that she had shown up at his doorstep in a sexy nurse outfit. Even drunk, Dean wasn't that self-damning. "Well shit." He breathed, the tightness in his jeans only getting that much worse. "You... are freaking awesome!"

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Hello nurse!

Camryn hook her head, tugging a light trench coat over last years Halloween costume - a sexy nurse. If she hadn’t already had the costume she wouldn’t have bothered, but since Dean requested a naughty nurse, she decided to just run with it. If she let herself think about what she was doing, she’d probably talk herself out of it; but the young witch didn’t stop to think of the consequences of her actions and simply reveled in the moment. She grabbed her keys and headed out to the car, driving to the motel where Dean was staying, sending him a quick text that said On my way to you…be glad I make house calls!

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Squinting down at his phone, Dean was a bit surprised to see that Camryn was actually coming over. He hadn't expected anything to really happen with her and honestly, he was okay with just the flirting. But with the sudden realization that she was actually on her way, Dean staggered to his feet - still completely drunk thanks to the magic anon and sporting a really uncomfortable amount of wood from the other - and rushed about the motel room, trying to make it look like less of a war zone. 

By the time he had everything pretty much picked up, he was sweating and feeling a little ill though thankfully, there wasn't anything in his stomach for him to throw up. Just as he was about to slump back on the couch small couch in the room to wait for her to arrive though, a small knock sounded at the door. Wiping the sweat from his face with the sleeve of his shirt, Dean headed for the door and pulled it open, his eyes moving over the trenchcoat clad blonde standing there. "Please tell me you're not dressing like Cas to try and seduce me. Because that's... actually kinda hot." He had meant to say it was fucked up, but this whole sharing his true feelings thing seemed to prevent that.

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…I was not adorable.

Your girl? I didn’t… Oh! She’s in the parking lot. I don’t really think I should drive right now. Really not looking to get my ass kicked because I wrecked it.

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Could have fooled me.

*chuckles* That is true, that could be potentially problematic. And I wouldn’t kick your ass.. to hard.

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I'm glad you weren't around for that. I probably woulda punched you.

I'd kick my ass if I wrecked something that gorgeous.

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ashotforhire replied to your post: magic!anon: you have a sexual frustration that can’t be relieved until someone else does it. good luck.

Dude, you’re just getting the shit end of this stick.

Dude… you don’t even know. One time, they did that to Cas and he kept trying to get me to give him a hand job and I kinda wanted to but that doesn’t make me gay.

They also turned me into a cat.

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A cat? Now that would have been funny to see, I bet you were adorable. But I should probably lay low, don’t need that kind of spell-work. How’s my girl doin? You able to take her out on your own yet?

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...I was not adorable.

Your girl? I didn't... Oh! She's in the parking lot. I don't really think I should drive right now. Really not looking to get my ass kicked because I wrecked it.

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ashotforhire replied to your post: magic!anon: you have a sexual frustration that can’t be relieved until someone else does it. good luck.

Dude, you’re just getting the shit end of this stick.

Dude... you don't even know. One time, they did that to Cas and he kept trying to get me to give him a hand job and I kinda wanted to but that doesn't make me gay.

They also turned me into a cat.

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joannabeth replied to your post: Dean, what the hell?! I thought you were going to help Ben not knock him out!

…..his DAD? You’re his DAD?! Does he know? Are you sure? Oh my god, this is too weird. Where is Ben?

Well, he knows now. I think. I don't know. He kinda just passed out on my floor. But don't worry! I got him a pillow.

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straponmywings replied to your post: magic!anon: you have a sexual frustration that can’t be relieved until someone else does it. good luck.

… If I can help at all, you know where I am.

Are you propro-- uh, shit. What's that word? Proposing me?

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magic!anon: you have a sexual frustration that can't be relieved until someone else does it. good luck.

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Dean, what the hell?! I thought you were going to help Ben not knock him out!

Jo! God, you're so pretty, Jo. I never tell you that, but you really are.

I was trying to fix him! He wouldn't listen to me. I don't think he wants me to be his dad anymore.

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“Oh? So that’s why you’re sporting wood.” He says rather bluntly, eyes falling down to Cas’ crotch as if it really wasn’t that big of a deal at all. “I thought maybe you ordered another babysitter movie on the tv… You have really bad taste in porn.”

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“It was there,” he mutters, clearing his throat and shifting awkwardly. “You or Sam must have bought it,” he runs his eyes over Dean slowly. “You seem different.”

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"Well, Sam was soulless at the time..." He trails off, finally bringing his eyes back up to Cas' before he shrugged his shoulders. "Last time you saw me, I was covered in blood. M'gonna look a little different."

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“What? Why?” He asks, obviously not catching on to the fact that his friend is under the same curse everyone else has been dealing with. “What am I supposed to call you, then? Emmanuel?”

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“Emmanuel?” He repeats, sighing out the name and nodding his head, straightening himself out slowly. “Yes. Emmanuel is fine,” he licks his lips, ignoring the tent in his pants. “It appears that I have been cursed with a magic anon again…”

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"Oh? So that's why you're sporting wood." He says rather bluntly, eyes falling down to Cas' crotch as if it really wasn't that big of a deal at all. "I thought maybe you ordered another babysitter movie on the tv... You have really bad taste in porn."

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No, I’m Dean. -watches him with wide eyes, hands moving to Cas’ face- What’s going on?

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“I know who you are,” Castiel grits out, sighing in relief when the pressure stops soon after. “Don’t say my name. Please.”

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"What? Why?" He asks, obviously not catching on to the fact that his friend is under the same curse everyone else has been dealing with. "What am I supposed to call you, then? Emmanuel?"

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Not realizing what he was doing to the poor kid, his mind too fuzzy and his thoughts too jumbled as he gripped the boys shoulders, holding him at arms length now. “You need to take care of her, Ben. I can’t anymore. She doesn’t even remember what I was to her.”

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“…You weren’t…anything to her.” Ben mumbles, not knowing if that was the truth or not. Everything…everything hurt. He sways on his feet, then, words failing before he collapses against Dean then, blacking out completely.  

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"Well, that's just rude." He spoke up before Ben slumped forward into his arms, causing him to grunt as he caught him, just barely keeping from falling over as well. "What the hell am I supposed to do now?

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What’s wrong, Cas? Was it something I said? -moves closer, looking at the angel in concern even if his vision is beyond blurry-

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God. *He gasps, instinctively reaching out to curl his fingers within Dean’s jacket, his pants far too tight.* 

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No, I'm Dean. -watches him with wide eyes, hands moving to Cas' face- What's going on?

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