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dean:

When Elena’s arms went around his neck, he sighed happily and didn’t hesitate to return the hug. His hands found their way to her back. His eyes drifted shut and he honestly felt like maybe this was Heaven. Maybe he wasn’t alive anymore, but his soul had been saved. It wasn’t the craziest idea. Dean ran a hand through her hair at the back of her head before they soon pulled away, but not too much.

How was he here? He’d like to know that, too. Maybe a demon pulled him out? The possibilities were endless. He’d worry about it later. “I don’t know. I woke up, I literally dug myself up through the ground and went from there.” He chuckled. His hand went from her hip up to her cheek, stroking it with his thumb. It felt so inexplicably comforting to be touching her. “I know, I know you did, I don’t even have to question it.” He smiled wide once more. “Five minutes. Just gimme five minutes to be here, with you, I need it.” He glanced down and watched their hands connect. Dean gripped hers and followed her into the kitchen.

“Place doesn’t look that much different,” he commented while gazing into each room he could see. He took a seat at the table and thanked her for the beverages. He was still thirsty out of his mind, and hungry. Dean looked Elena over, slowly, appreciating the sight that he missed so dearly, but he couldn’t help noticing something. “And you look different…”

Elena has to admit, she’s guilty of faking a smile most of the time. It’s a part of who she is, what she does -- it’s not that she’s a sad person, she’s just often stuck in sad scenarios. So when he mentions she looks different, she just gives him a smile and shakes her head, “I cut my hair.” A lie, but it was all she could think of. “I really hope -- I hope this doesn’t end, I hope this isn’t temporary, you being here.” She pauses, placing a hand on his forearm, and locks her eyes with his. “You must be so hungry... we... we should order something, or when I call Bobby and Sam I can tell them to bring home food...” She’s finding it hard to speak. She really is finding it hard not to think this is an alcohol induced incident. Or, maybe, they’re both dead.

“What was it like... being trapped there for so long?” She finally asks, her voice just above a whisper. She assumes it’s horrible. Each second must feel like an hour, each day a month... and the amount of time he was gone? She’s shocked he’s even able to smile at her. If it were her in his position, she’d be a different person. She’d probably be so dark that she’d be someone Dean would want to kill. Worse than a monster.

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okay I’m actually back this time

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reverse starter call!

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“Hey, you look a lot like my pen pal.”

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            It’s hard for her to hide the smile,             when she sees the face in front of her.              “Weird, you look a lot like mine.                             Maybe a little bit taller.”

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He heard footsteps inside and he was very hopeful it was a person – someone he knew. Dean’s eyes perked up when the door began to open and the sight he took in nearly knocked him down and he wasn’t even moving. It’s like he forgot how to move. She was here. She was alive, standing in front of him. Her face, her beautiful face, it was just as shaken up as his. He took a step closer and placed a hand on the doorframe to support himself some. “Elena,” he breathed out with a sigh of relief.

Out of all the bouts of good fortune that he’d been blessed with, this has got to be the best out of the bunch. He just wanted to pick her up and squeeze her so tight. Hearing her say his name, just hearing her voice, it sent chills – the good kind of chills – down his spine. “I know what you’re thinkin’, but it’s me. It’s really me.” Dean took a few more steps further inside, getting closer to her and enjoying it more than he normally would.

She was stunning even without any makeup, even while wearing a simple outfit. He looked over every inch of her and didn’t realize he was smiling the entire time. How could he hold a straight face now? He’d be smiling for weeks here on out. “I missed you so much,” he choked out. He gulped and fought to keep it together.

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It’s hard to fake his voice. It’s hard to fake that smile. Even in her dreams, Elena has never been able to so clearly recreate it. Really, the only logical explanation would be a shifter. But there’s no way they’d be able to perfectly mimic his... everything, without Dean being alive. She closes the door behind Dean, despite the small feeling of doubt. It takes her a minute, several actually, until she tosses her arms around his neck, tears forming in her eyes ( even if it ends up not being dean, she doesn’t care. this person could kill her, and she wouldn’t care. as long as she dies seeing his face again ). 

“H - how? How are you here?” Elena leans back, eyes scanning his eyes, his nose, his cheeks, his lips... “I tried everything to get you back...” She knows she’ll have to explain to Dean eventually, the things she attempted to do -- but now isn’t the time. “Sam -- Sam and Bobby, they’re on a hunt I -- I have to call them.” She doesn’t want to, as selfish as it is. In this moment, all she wants is to be A L O N E with him. Plus, she’s afraid. She’s truly afraid they’ll splash him with holy water and something will happen. It won’t be him. She’s afraid they’ll come home and tell her she’s talking to air. It’s all in her head.

Elenas hands, they drop from his neck, and graze down his arms, until they’re hand in hand. She’s in shock, still. She really is. But she pulls him into the kitchen, and instantly hands him a glass of water -- and a beer, before sitting beside him. She glances around the room, eyes locking on an open bottle of Bacardi, and she instantly feels an overwhelming sense of dread. What if she’s drunk? Perhaps the alcohol interfered with medicine she’s on -- and is causing her to hallucinate. Or maybe she drank too much. Maybe she’s passed out, this is just a dream -- or, maybe she drank herself to death. It was bound to happen.

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                        ❝   I was STUPID to think that                                  my life could be NORMAL.  ❞

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STARTER CALL.

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He was sweaty, he was dirty, but most of all… he was free. The dungeons, the chains, the shackles… he was free from it all and he never felt so excited. He was joyful, ecstatic even. He could click his heels if he really wanted to. Dean Winchester was out of the fire and back into the light. Someone saved him when all hope of safety had been lost. He could breathe fresh air again and he could feel the warm, vibrant sun rays on his skin. It made him think why he never appreciated life as much as before.

The next thing that came to mind was why anybody decided to stick him in a box and bury it in a forest in the middle of nowhere. A hunter’s funeral was strictly cremation. He was a hunter, there were no ashes, so it wasn’t adding up. Maybe Sammy couldn’t do it. Dean understood enough to let it go. After an hour of walking aimlessly, he found a little store that he was sure would cater to some of his needs. He really wanted some water and food. Dean went inside and looked around. There wasn’t a cashier where there’d usually be one. There weren’t any customers either. Today must really be his lucky day. He made a move for the first water bottles he saw in the corner. He yanked open the door and grabbed a bottle, chugging it as quick as possible. He didn’t know there was such thirst as this. When the liquid hit his stomach, it began to groan, reminding him he was starving out of his wits. The next thing he grabbed was a handful of candy bars and some bags of chips. Up front, he checked the cash register and beamed at the sight of so much money. With no one else around to claim it as their own, he took all of it and stashed it in the plastic bag with his food.

Outside, there was a pay phone by the road. He put some change in, but the damn thing didn’t work. He wanted to call Bobby. He wanted to call Sam. He had no idea where he was or how we was going to get back home. There wasn’t a car in sight. Great, more walking for him. The thought of Baby made him sigh. If his old horsepower beauty was here, everything would be alright. Speaking of beauty, he thought of Elena. Next to Sam, he was hellbent on seeing her. Dean couldn’t tell how long he’s been gone. Days? Months? Years? That made him cringe. Where would everybody be right now? Would they still be alive? Only one way to find out.

After findng a car and driving for four hours, he made it to Bobby’s. The place was still standing and the grass was short. Someone was still living here and it better be Bobby. He walked up to the front door and knocked a few times, hoping it would get the attention of whoever was inside.

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The feeling of losing someone you love -- it’s something that Elena wouldn’t wish on anybody. It’s inevitable, though. Death is always around the corner. Usually, everyone loses a parent or family member. At least eventually. But this? Elena never once thought that she’d lose someone like Dean Winchester, in the way that she did. From the moment he was gone -- God, she couldn’t handle it. Not at all. 

It’s not like she turned to drugs. Well, Maybe she has, depending on how some people view alcohol. It’s not like she can’t go without it, though. She can stop drinking anytime she wants. Anytime just -- anytime just isn’t soon ( she doesn’t admit it, but she even approached some witches to see if they could make her anything. she’s even approached demons, in attempts to form a deal. as far as she knows, sam is blissfully unaware -- bobby isn’t, though. he caught her once. but that’s a story for another time ).

She’s the only one home, tonight. Sam’s out on a hunt with Bobby. They told her she shouldn’t come along. She argued, god did she argue, but they wouldn’t let her. She plans on sneaking out, soon, though. She just has to wait until she’s sure they’re far away enough not to see her driving near them. The danger of the hunt is something she feels she needs. Who knows? Maybe she’ll die. Maybe she’ll see him again.

It’s pathetic. She knows it is. She’s never been one to ruin her life over a guy. In fact, she hates those people. She finds them stupid. They could be doing so much with their lives, yet they’re too busy with the self pity -- well, now she’s one of them.

Sure, Sam was a help. Elena loves him dearly. She appreciates him, everything he does for her, that he’s T H E R E for her. Perhaps, if it weren’t for her state, she’d be with Sam now. Or maybe not. She figures there would always be a fear of being disrespectful on both ends. Sam deserves better, anyway. Happier. Focussed on only him.

Elena’s about to leave, when she hears a knock on the door. She quickly kicks her shoes off to the side, and rips off her bra -- she needs to look more relaxed, just in case it’s Sam or Bobby -- or even someone they sent to check up on her. But she opens the door, she nearly collapses. 

She’s imagining things again. She has to be. This happened a lot in the beginning. Daily, really. It’s been happening less and less now -- and never this real. God, it’s so real. She hesitates, her brows furrow, and her lips part. She opens the door wider, inviting Dean -- ( the skin walker? ) in. “D - Dean?”

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Me, trying to open up to my friends: I feel sad

Them: aw :(

Me: okay I'm never doing that again

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I’ll be on around 12:30/1 est.

jokes on me because it's almost 3 and I'm still not half done with this assignment!!!

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in your otp who punches the wall and who decides to frame it

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thedeandream:

     ❛ no matter how much makeup you put on, it still ain’t gonna compare t’ how beautiful you look without it. ❜

          “Wow, Dean, I never would have           pegged you for a bare face kinds guy.” 

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thedeandream:

     ❛ sure. the pigtail braids are a little elementary, but i dig it. i prefer your hair down. it’s uh– it’s nice. ❜ he didn’t want to come on too strong, for the fear that she’ll think he was really desperate for these homework answers. at her latest words, his eyes give a nonchalant roll. ❛ education is the least of my worries. you’re talkin’ about the wrong winchester. ❜

                “Hey! The braids are practical!” Elena mocks offense,                 her eyes dropping down for a second. She’s a little shocked,                 she must admit, he’s even showing interest. It’s not                 that she’s not popular ( she is, in a different way from Dean ),                 it’s just that they seem to run on different wavelengths.                  “I still think you care more than you let on, Dean. I bet Sam                 would agree with me.” She bites her lower lip gently, before                 giving Dean a smile. “Maybe I’ll wear my hair down, more.” 

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            “ -- Finding a decent cup of             coffee during an... apocalypse             is as hard as you’d think.”

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