I'm Dirty, Mean, and Mighty Unclean

Reliving my youth through maladaptive coping mechanisms. This is not actually an rp blog. I am only here because my partner is having a Tumblr Renaissance. Allegedly an indie rp blog for Dean Winchester, Seasons 1-6, canon noncompliant mun and muse are 21+. Run by Beelzebubbles. 

[pardonthepoisoned]

“Didn’t I see you in here before?”

Dean glanced around to find the source of the voice, startled by the sudden sound in the quiet reading space of the library. "Who's asking?" he said when he spotted the woman, giving her a charming and disarming smile.

[starkbirthed-a]

diaryofatvaddict:

I adore the romantic trope of “whatever universe, my soul will find you.”

[pardonthepoisoned]

@medicinexmagic

“Of course I’d like to join you, think I was just going to let you drink alone?” Faolan teased, his smile broadening. “Though I’m gonna need both hands if you want to get out of here faster,” he added as he gently pulled his hand free.

“We’ve almost got the big shards out… I’ll give you a rinse with some sterile water, it’ll hopefully knock the small pieces loose. Then we’ll just put some topical antibiotics on and bandage you up, and that’ll be that,” Faolan explained, falling back into his clinical habits.

Dean nodded and smiled at him. “Do what you have to. I’d rather not have glass in my joints. Adamantium, maybe,” he joked. “But uh... Yeah. I would really like to go out for drinks,” he said. “Maybe, uh... Maybe I can pick up a tab for dinner sometime.”

[spillsnchills]

When a character doesn’t realize they’ve been, like, shot or whatever and they hand brushes against their side and comes away wet with blood, and they’re just staring at it like wtf is this and then their knees just totally give out on them and they sink down, maybe gasping a little as the reality finally hits them. That’s good stuff.

[tiger-in-the-flightdeck]

I see that, and raise you a character who knows they’ve been shot, but waits until the rest of their crew is iut of sight to put their hand against the slowly spreading stain of blood on their shirt, then trying to steady their breathing so they can follow without letting on how injured they are.

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STARTER FOR MEDICINEXMAGIC

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@medicinexmagic

The machine to Faolan’s side started beeping with some urgency, to alert the doctor of the dropping blood pressure. God damn it. He’d hoped Dean would stabilize a little better. Guess that transfusion was needed sooner than later.

Faolan whistled sharply, and held out his free hand. After a few moments, a massive black dog came bounding through the door, a blood bag held delicately in his teeth. Some of their precious O negative supply, but it was worth the use to save a life. Faolan wasn’t even supposed to have access to blood, but he’d swiped some from the blood bank at his ER. He put the bag on the IV, opening the line wider than usual to push the infusion faster.

“Dean Winchester, s a nice name,” he mused, moving back to Dean’s chest to reapply pressure and keep bandaging. Boy he really hoped this kid didn’t code.

Dean looked up at him at the pressure. The pain kept him conscious, it gave him something to focus on. “Doc... Am I in trouble?” he whispered. “It’s gonna be okay, right? I didn’t do it on purpose, I just wanted to be okay... You’re trying so hard to help me...”

He stared down at the dog, dropping his hand off the gurney and studying his intelligent eyes. “Puppy,” he murmured. “Good doggy...”

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From this ask: X

@medicinexmagic

“Well the bruises on your knuckles do indicate you returned fire but… gonna have to say he got you pretty good,” Faolan hummed, putting Dean’s hand down as he continued his examination.

“No broken fingers though… just broken glass, from the looks of it,” he explained before pulling out a flashlight and double checking. Yup. Definitely glass in there.

“Maybe you should duck next time someone throws a beer bottle. Or don’t get in a fight…” Faolan mused as he grabbed his hemostats.

Dean studied the doctor, looking down at his lap. “Uh… I didn’t… It wasn’t like I did it for fun,” he said softly. “I saw him slip a gal a roofie. I… I didn’t see any other way to do it. I don’t want to be that guy who sees it and doesn’t say anything, and… So I knocked the drink out of his hand. I don’t want to be the reason someone gets hurt…”

[medicinexmagic]

Faolan blinked at the other before grabbing the first piece of glass gently and removing it from the broken skin. “Well I hope you sent him to the ER then,” the doctor stated matter-of-factly. “And I hope he gets that awful nurse on third who never changes bedpans and smells like a dead cat,” he added, mouth quirking up in a crooked smile.

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Dean looked at him and nodded, trying not to wince as he dug around inside his knuckles for the broken glass. “I… I talk tough, ya know? And I am sometimes. But I don’t jump for a fight. I don’t. I just… I just wanna do the right thing, and it sucks and it’s hard…”

[medicinexmagic]

The doctor shook his head with a little smile. “Dean you don’t have to justify anything to me. I’m sure you had good intentions…” Faolan explained as he switched to tweezers so he could remove small splinters.

“… Even if you didn’t, I’m still gonna clean you up all the same.” He added, dropping another shard in the surgical bowl. “Besides… never apologize for fighting for what is right. Kindness begs no apology.”

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Dean gently brushed at the drying blood on his jeans. “I just… Ya know. I’m used to having to explain myself…” He let out a long hiss, closing his eyes and pressing his head against the headrest, biting his lip the deeper Faolan had to dig. 

“I’m sorry… At least it’s not as much of a mess as having my chest split open, huh?” he tried to make a joke. It wasn’t really working, but he didn’t know what else to do. 

[medicinexmagic]

The doctor shook his head and smiled slightly. “Well no, it certainly isn’t as bad as that,” Faolan said, a laugh creeping into his voice. “I’m sorry about the pain by the way. I’d love to numb you up, but I have to ration my anesthetic… we don’t get a lot,” he confessed, trying be more careful as he pulled out another large piece.

“But I’ll buy you a drink after, if that’ll help,” he added, shining his light on the wound to double check the location of the shards.

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Dean looked over at him, studying his face. “Hey, out of anybody who rolls up in here, I think I need anesthetic the least,” he said honestly. He gently squeezed Faolan’s fingers, studying his face. 

“I’d love to have a drink with you... If you’ll join me?” He looked at Faolan out of the corner of his eye, hoping he wouldn’t be shot down. He liked the pretty doctor with the permanent sex hair. He hoped Faolan wanted to pursue it, too. 

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STARTER FOR MEDICINEXMAGIC

[medicinexmagic]

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medicinexmagic:

“That’s what I’m here for. I’m Dr. McKenna, I’ll be treating you. But I’m gonna need you to be still an not talk right now, alright? I need ya to take even, steady breaths. Tell me if yer struggling, but that’s it, till I have a listen,” he ordered.

Faolan had gloves on in a flash, and quickly reapplied pressure with one hand, while pushing the gurney with the other back to his outpatient room. The room was small, really only big enough for doctor and patient, but it had most of the trappings of a makeshift triage bay. After a bit of inspection through nearby drawers, pair of sheers found their way into Faolan’s hand that wasn’t applying compression.

“I’m gonna need to cut the fabric away, alright? I need ta see the damage,” he explained.

Dean nodded, trying to even out his breathing. It ached to breathe, but it was from opening and stretching the long wounds in his chest, not from his lungs. He closed his eyes, his hands shaking. “Sorry, Doc. I usually take care of this myself, but I can’t… These are too deep on my own, I already dug the fabric and shit out of ‘em…” Fuck. He realized he was still talking, but if he stopped, he was afraid he would pass out, and he was afraid if he passed out, he wouldn’t wake back up. 

He nodded and pressed his lips together. He didn’t care about the shirt. He never wore clothes he cared about on a hunt, and he was glad for the habit now. “Cut it,” he said through gritted teeth. 

Faolan didn’t hesitate to move after he got permission from his patient. He didn’t know how long Dean had been bleeding, and he needed to properly assess the wounds, their depth, and the organs underneath. He pushed the fabric away in an instant, the sheers seeming to vanish back to their tray as soon as Dr. McKenna was done with them. He replaced it with a clean cloth, and began quickly wiping the blood away to inspect the damage. At least from this angle, they didn’t appear to puncture far. Thank god, he really didn’t want to have to stabilize the air pressure himself. He pulled up his stethoscope to double check though, listening intently. His breathing was heavy and a little clipped, but that was most likely the pain, and not a puncture. And considering the cut pattern, that wasn’t shocking. Faolan had treated enough glancing shots from a werewolf to know them by site.  “Good news, the cuts don’t appear to be deep enough to cause lung collapse, which means this will go a lot faster and I dun have to warm up the ventilator. You’re pretty lucky, considering,” Faolan remarked idly, before pulling over a finger clip for the heart and blood pressure moniter. “Least you are on that front. How long since you were attacked?” the doctor asked. 

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Dean nodded. “Too deep for me to take care of alone,” he muttered. “Can’t stop the bleeding long enough, made the needle too slippery.” His head was really spinning. It wasn’t fun. 

“Got blindsided by a bear,” he muttered, on his guard. “Got a lucky shot off. It’s dead now. I’m lucky I’m not.”

[medicinexmagic]

Faolan paused slightly as he fastened the heart moniter, brow furrowing. A bear? Really? In the middle of the city?

“You know, as a medical professional, I take an unbiased look at all injuries I treat,” Faolan began, noting Dean’s stable vitals but low blood pressure. “So I’m not gonna judge you for what you tell me,” he added as he reached for proper bandaging, one hand still on Dean’s chest.

“I say this because you need a blood transfusion, an possibly booster shots. Is there anythin I need to know before we start?” Faolan asked, removing his hand to open the package before pressing the dressing against Dean’s chest hard.

[pardonthepoisoned]

Dean was too tired to lie, even if he felt like he should. He felt like a child, like the first time Dad had to take him to the hospital instead of fixing it at home. 

“Y-yeah,” he whimpered. “It was a… A werewolf… I must be losing my mind, but a werewolf dropped on me… I was out off the old highway, and I got blindsided… I’m sorry, I was being so stupid… He was a werewolf, I’m not crazy… He looked like a human and a wolf… I don’t know if he bit me, I was a little focused on his claws in my chest…”

[medicinexmagic]

Yeah, that was the doctor thought. He hummed as he reached back, willing bandages into his hand before reapplying pressure and starting to wrap the wound.

“You don’t have to be embarssed. I’m glad you told me, so now we can take precautions. ’M gonna give you an anti lycanthropy syrum just to be on the safe side, as well as regular boosters. You’re gonna be fine,” the doctor hummed, pulling the bandages tight over Dean’s chest, before nudging him up slightly to get under his back.

[pardonthepoisoned]

Dean whimpered softly as the bandages were pulled tight. He stared into the bright lights, biting his lip. “I can’t tell the truth,” he whispered. “I shouldn’t tell the truth, but I don’t want to lie… I’m so tired of lying…”

He finally looked at Faolan again. “Please… Don’t tell anybody… Don’t check me into a mental asylum…”

[medicinexmagic]

The doctor bit his lip, trying to suppress a smile. It was highly inappropriate to laugh, but the statement Dean made just struck him as funny. This kid had wandered into the only clinic for magic related injuries and had no idea. Of course, then he realized the kid must have totally missed the part about an anti-werewolf serum, and that quickly quelled his desire to laugh. Confusion was a bad sign.

“You’re gonna need that blood transfusion sooner than thought,” Faolan explained, taping the preliminary bandages in place so he could utilize his hands again. The doctor pulled the IV stand over and grabbed a clean line and needle before looking for a vein.

“What’s your blood type,” Faolan asked, squinting slightly as he felt for the vein. “…and come to think of it, I dunno if I ever got your name. Apologies for that…” the doctor hummed as he placed the IV line.

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Dean licked his lips, looking up at the doctor who was saving his life. “I’m Dean... And I’m A-positive... I think... I’m so tired,” he whimpered, looking away from the needle in his arm. He hated that part of hospitals. Needles gave him the heebie jeebies. 

“Dean Winchester,” he said, almost drifting off. “I’m... Dean Michael Winchester...” His blinks started to get longer, he was so tired... It would be so easy just to drift off...

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STARTER FOR MEDICINEXMAGIC

[medicinexmagic]

pardonthepoisoned:

medicinexmagic:

“That’s what I’m here for. I’m Dr. McKenna, I’ll be treating you. But I’m gonna need you to be still an not talk right now, alright? I need ya to take even, steady breaths. Tell me if yer struggling, but that’s it, till I have a listen,” he ordered.

Faolan had gloves on in a flash, and quickly reapplied pressure with one hand, while pushing the gurney with the other back to his outpatient room. The room was small, really only big enough for doctor and patient, but it had most of the trappings of a makeshift triage bay. After a bit of inspection through nearby drawers, pair of sheers found their way into Faolan’s hand that wasn’t applying compression.

“I’m gonna need to cut the fabric away, alright? I need ta see the damage,” he explained.

Dean nodded, trying to even out his breathing. It ached to breathe, but it was from opening and stretching the long wounds in his chest, not from his lungs. He closed his eyes, his hands shaking. “Sorry, Doc. I usually take care of this myself, but I can’t… These are too deep on my own, I already dug the fabric and shit out of ‘em…” Fuck. He realized he was still talking, but if he stopped, he was afraid he would pass out, and he was afraid if he passed out, he wouldn’t wake back up. 

He nodded and pressed his lips together. He didn’t care about the shirt. He never wore clothes he cared about on a hunt, and he was glad for the habit now. “Cut it,” he said through gritted teeth. 

Faolan didn’t hesitate to move after he got permission from his patient. He didn’t know how long Dean had been bleeding, and he needed to properly assess the wounds, their depth, and the organs underneath. He pushed the fabric away in an instant, the sheers seeming to vanish back to their tray as soon as Dr. McKenna was done with them. He replaced it with a clean cloth, and began quickly wiping the blood away to inspect the damage. At least from this angle, they didn’t appear to puncture far. Thank god, he really didn’t want to have to stabilize the air pressure himself. He pulled up his stethoscope to double check though, listening intently. His breathing was heavy and a little clipped, but that was most likely the pain, and not a puncture. And considering the cut pattern, that wasn’t shocking. Faolan had treated enough glancing shots from a werewolf to know them by site.  “Good news, the cuts don’t appear to be deep enough to cause lung collapse, which means this will go a lot faster and I dun have to warm up the ventilator. You’re pretty lucky, considering,” Faolan remarked idly, before pulling over a finger clip for the heart and blood pressure moniter. “Least you are on that front. How long since you were attacked?” the doctor asked. 

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Dean nodded. “Too deep for me to take care of alone,” he muttered. “Can’t stop the bleeding long enough, made the needle too slippery.” His head was really spinning. It wasn’t fun. 

“Got blindsided by a bear,” he muttered, on his guard. “Got a lucky shot off. It’s dead now. I’m lucky I’m not.”

[medicinexmagic]

Faolan paused slightly as he fastened the heart moniter, brow furrowing. A bear? Really? In the middle of the city?

“You know, as a medical professional, I take an unbiased look at all injuries I treat,” Faolan began, noting Dean’s stable vitals but low blood pressure. “So I’m not gonna judge you for what you tell me,” he added as he reached for proper bandaging, one hand still on Dean’s chest.

“I say this because you need a blood transfusion, an possibly booster shots. Is there anythin I need to know before we start?” Faolan asked, removing his hand to open the package before pressing the dressing against Dean’s chest hard.

[pardonthepoisoned]

Dean was too tired to lie, even if he felt like he should. He felt like a child, like the first time Dad had to take him to the hospital instead of fixing it at home. 

“Y-yeah,” he whimpered. “It was a… A werewolf… I must be losing my mind, but a werewolf dropped on me… I was out off the old highway, and I got blindsided… I’m sorry, I was being so stupid… He was a werewolf, I’m not crazy… He looked like a human and a wolf… I don’t know if he bit me, I was a little focused on his claws in my chest…”

[medicinexmagic]

Yeah, that was the doctor thought. He hummed as he reached back, willing bandages into his hand before reapplying pressure and starting to wrap the wound.

“You don’t have to be embarssed. I’m glad you told me, so now we can take precautions. ’M gonna give you an anti lycanthropy syrum just to be on the safe side, as well as regular boosters. You’re gonna be fine,” the doctor hummed, pulling the bandages tight over Dean’s chest, before nudging him up slightly to get under his back.

[pardonthepoisoned]

Dean whimpered softly as the bandages were pulled tight. He stared into the bright lights, biting his lip. “I can’t tell the truth,” he whispered. “I shouldn’t tell the truth, but I don’t want to lie... I’m so tired of lying...”

He finally looked at Faolan again. “Please... Don’t tell anybody... Don’t check me into a mental asylum...”

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I-AM-LOST-IN-MY-OWN-MIND ASKED

[i-am-lost-in-my-own-mind-blog]

pardonthepoisoned

Dean nodded, quickly unbuttoning his flannel and shoving his shirt down over one shoulder. “Yeah,” he grunted. “Yeah, you can bite me… Fuck,” he growled, grabbing her ass as he fucked her against the side of his car.

The feeling of her teeth on his skin was… Intoxicating. It made him grab her tighter, drive into her harder. He felt like an animal, and it felt… Amazing.

“Fuck, Verity. Are you sure I can come inside you?” he whispered, kissing her hungrily. “I just don’t want to be stupid… I don’t want to hurt you…”

Grabbing a fistful of his hair, Verity jerked his head back sharply and ran her tongue up the column of his throat. Against his ear, she said, “You aren’t capable of hurting me, you’re too good. I want you to cum inside me, but if you want me to blow you, I will. Up to you, baby.”

More roughly than she intended, Verity bit her way down his neck. A combination of biting him and the rough way he was handling her was driving her mad. Usually, she felt the need to force noise to make a show for her partner, but she wanted him so badly she was having trouble keeping quiet enough in the parking lot to avoid drawing attention.

The pressure of pleasure building in her was gradual at first, but crested quicker than she anticipated. She squeezed her eyes shut and sank her teeth into the muscle of his shoulder to keep from crying out as her entire body clenched for longer than she thought possible. When she tasted blood, she was concerned she had gone too far and pulled back to gauge his reaction. Licking her lips, she made serious eye contact, worry furrowing her brow. Hesitantly, she asked, “You okay?”

[pardonthepoisoned]

Dean’s legs were shaking as he pressed deep inside her while she rode out her orgasm, losing himself in the feeling, the fireworks of pain as she sank her teeth into his shoulder. 

“Yeah, I’m fine,” he whispered, gasping softly. “Holy fuck... This feels amazing... It’s okay, I’ll clean it out when we’re back at the hotel room...” He grunted and fucked into her again once the sensitivity ebbed slightly. He was drunk on her, intoxicated by how good it all felt. “Ver... Holy fucking shit...”

[starkbirthed-a]

pardonthepoisoned:

“Y’know, if you’re complaining, I can always make you a cozy bed in the trunk. You don’t have to be in the nice warm bench seats with blankets and my jacket.”

‘ Aww, I’d never complain about that ! Nothing is more comfortable than Baby’s leather seat while being rocked to sleep by a bumpy road. ‘ Okay she’s not lying about that, and yes, she’s trying to be cute now. The brat.

[pardonthepoisoned]

“Woman, I know what you’re doing, and I don’t appreciate the emotional manipulation.”

[bluecollarwarlxck]

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bluecollarwarlxck:

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Dean shook his head. “Oh no, honey. I wouldn’t play if I was wantin’ a blowjob. Not from those pretty lips. No. I want you to lick… My… Piece,” he purred, gently pressing it more firmly against his lips. “C’mon, baby… Open those pretty lips, lemme see that tongue…”

He wouldn’t press John, of course. Nobody could force John to do anything. But damn. Wouldn’t that just be the sexiest thing, if he could convince John to mouth sex his gun. 

Dean could be damn convincing when he put his mind to it. Course the idea that Dean was into this certainly was appealing as well, and even John had to admit there was something darkly appealing. It was excessive and dangerous, and Constantine could never walk away from that like of thing.

John smirked slightly before parting his lips and wrapping them around the barrel, his eyes still locked with Dean’s. He traced the patterns idly on the side with his tongue before teasingly pulling back and offering another grin. “Like that?” He asked in a low purr, before giving the very tip of the barrel and sights a lick.

Dean let out a soft breath, licking his lips as he watched John, his breath starting to hitch. “God… Yeah, baby, just like that…” He gently fucked the barrel into his mouth, careful not to catch his teeth. “Yeah, John… Fuck…” He grabbed himself through his jeans, his eyes dark with lust. 

It was so dangerous, and he really should have stopped, but he pressed the gun to John’s forehead, studying his face. “Suck my cock,” he whispered. “C’mon. Show me how fucking talented that mouth is.”

John groaned softly around the metal, keeping his eyes fixed on Dean. The effect this was having was delicious. He slackened his jaw slightly, letting the hunter have his fun, his tongue tracing the patterns along the side. Who knew blowing a gun could be so fun? He was almost disappointed when Dean removed the piece from his mouth, but the feeling was short lived. The metal was warm against his temple. “Was wonderin when we’d get ta that,” John teased. He moved forward though, hands reaching for Dean’s pants. 

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Dean purred softly, keeping his gun pressed to John’s forehead. “Show me how fucking filthy your mouth is,” he purred. “C’mon. Suck my fucking cock, John…” He slid his free hand into his hair, drawing him down to his dick. He was so fucking hard…

He liked the fire in John’s eyes. Dean knew how much the other man didn’t like following orders, and he fully expected to catch a load of shit later. But Dean knew John liked making him lose control.

[bluecollarwarlxck]

John did as he was told by the other, offering up no resistance to Dean when he was pushed down. He kissed Dean through the fabric in between unfastening the hunter’s belt, buttons and zipper. The mage purred softly as he finally freed Dean from the confines of his pants.

Blue eyes turned up to look at Dean as John ran a teasing lick from the base of his cock up to the tip. Constantine gave the other a smirk before wrapping his lips around the head of his cock and sucking lightly, tongue running over the tip.

[pardonthepoisoned]

Dean moaned softly, watching him carefully. He was being so careful with the gun, but goddamn... John was pushing all the right buttons. “Good boy,” he growled softly, sliding his hand to curl his fingers in the other man’s hair. “Good boy, John... God, you’re pornographic,” he hissed. 

Dean didn’t want to take control any more than he had, but with his hand in John’s hair and his gun at his temple... He slowly fucked into his mouth, rolling his hips. He wanted to see how submissive John would be.

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SALTEDWINGS ASKED

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@saltedwings

“You already are..” he whispered and let dean hold him. “Your soul resonates with mine just perfectly.. it’s why we fee so perfect together.” He whimpered. “I could officiate a soul bond if you want, but it’s not a fully enjoyable experience..”

Dean studied his face, petting his hair. “What does that require?” he asked. “Would you feel more relaxed if we bonded our souls together? Would that help ease some of your insecurities?”

[saltedwings]

“It might but I don’t want to upset you. It doesn’t necessarily hurt? But it’s not like being with a succubus. It’s not officiated through sex. It’s a brand.” He said softly. “I would have to use my powers and put a brand on your rib. It would ache for a moment but not much more. It binds us together. I would put the same brand on my own ribs. It would give you a lot of my abilities. You could see other creatures, we could communicate easier, and you would understand angelic voices and signals. You could hear other angels like I do.” He said softly. “It’s only if you want.”

[pardonthepoisoned]

Dean slowly touched his face, looking at him. “I want that,” he said. “Even if it’s only to feel closer to you, I want that. Seriously. I wouldn’t mind if it ached for a decade. If it makes me closer to you, and if it helps to cement in your mind that I’m yours for eternity, I want it more than anything else.”

[saltedwings]

Ras blushed dark red and nodded. He lay dean down on the couch and handed him some sunglasses. “Put those on and keep your eyes closed. I need to drop my glamour.” He said softly. When his boyfriend was properly hidden he dropped his glamours until he was just his angelic form. He reached into deans chest and inscribed sigils in his ribs. A cosmic promise between them. As soon as he was done he removed his hands and put his glamour back on. “There you go honey.” He smiled and touched his own chest, inscribing the same in his own ribs. He said some things in the angelic tongue that linked their sigils, and when he was done he turned to dean.

“Can you understand me now?” He asked in the angelic tongue. “You can also view my true form now without any side effects.”

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Dean was shocked by the whole experience. He nodded slowly, reaching to touch his ribs. “That was… Yes. I understand you,” he said gently, studying his face. “I love you, Ras… Yes, I know what you’re saying…” He reached over to him and kissed him deeply. “I love you… I love you, Ras…”

[saltedwings]

Ras made sure dean felt no pain after the initial pain, and kissed him deeply. “Precious boy.. I love you so much.” He whispered in the angelic tongue. “Would you like to see my true form?” He asked, sliding his hand into deans hair as he kissed him again and again. He wanted his boy to love him, and being bonded soulmates made him feel so much better. He felt more secure in everything with dean.

[pardonthepoisoned]

Dean nodded eagerly, studying his face. “Yeah… I hope your face is the same, I like it too much to give it up…” He gently held on to Ras, leaning into him. “I love you, Ras. I would love to see your true form… I won’t like… Die from it or anything, right?”

[saltedwings]

“No honey you won’t die.” He promised and kissed him gently. He dropped his glamour, his normal body fading away to his godly form. He was still a human, but his skin glowed a soft gold. His hair waved in an invisible breeze, floating around his radiating face. His beautiful green eyes studied Deans face, wings big and wide and glowing with power. He leaned down and kissed him softly, floating softly above the ground. He was an ethereal being.

[pardonthepoisoned]

Dean looked up at him, gently touching him. “Ras... Holy fucking shit,” he whispered. “You look so good... Does it feel better for you to look like this, rather than... What you usually look like? With your glamour and everything?”

[pardonthepoisoned]

From this ask: X

@medicinexmagic

“Well the bruises on your knuckles do indicate you returned fire but… gonna have to say he got you pretty good,” Faolan hummed, putting Dean’s hand down as he continued his examination.

“No broken fingers though… just broken glass, from the looks of it,” he explained before pulling out a flashlight and double checking. Yup. Definitely glass in there.

“Maybe you should duck next time someone throws a beer bottle. Or don’t get in a fight…” Faolan mused as he grabbed his hemostats.

Dean studied the doctor, looking down at his lap. “Uh… I didn’t… It wasn’t like I did it for fun,” he said softly. “I saw him slip a gal a roofie. I… I didn’t see any other way to do it. I don’t want to be that guy who sees it and doesn’t say anything, and… So I knocked the drink out of his hand. I don’t want to be the reason someone gets hurt…”

[medicinexmagic]

Faolan blinked at the other before grabbing the first piece of glass gently and removing it from the broken skin. “Well I hope you sent him to the ER then,” the doctor stated matter-of-factly. “And I hope he gets that awful nurse on third who never changes bedpans and smells like a dead cat,” he added, mouth quirking up in a crooked smile.

[pardonthepoisoned]

Dean looked at him and nodded, trying not to wince as he dug around inside his knuckles for the broken glass. “I… I talk tough, ya know? And I am sometimes. But I don’t jump for a fight. I don’t. I just… I just wanna do the right thing, and it sucks and it’s hard…”

[medicinexmagic]

The doctor shook his head with a little smile. “Dean you don’t have to justify anything to me. I’m sure you had good intentions…” Faolan explained as he switched to tweezers so he could remove small splinters.

“… Even if you didn’t, I’m still gonna clean you up all the same.” He added, dropping another shard in the surgical bowl. “Besides… never apologize for fighting for what is right. Kindness begs no apology.”

[pardonthepoisoned]

Dean gently brushed at the drying blood on his jeans. “I just... Ya know. I’m used to having to explain myself...” He let out a long hiss, closing his eyes and pressing his head against the headrest, biting his lip the deeper Faolan had to dig. 

“I’m sorry... At least it’s not as much of a mess as having my chest split open, huh?” he tried to make a joke. It wasn’t really working, but he didn’t know what else to do. 

[pardonthepoisoned]

STARTER FOR MEDICINEXMAGIC

[medicinexmagic]

pardonthepoisoned:

medicinexmagic:

“That’s what I’m here for. I’m Dr. McKenna, I’ll be treating you. But I’m gonna need you to be still an not talk right now, alright? I need ya to take even, steady breaths. Tell me if yer struggling, but that’s it, till I have a listen,” he ordered.

Faolan had gloves on in a flash, and quickly reapplied pressure with one hand, while pushing the gurney with the other back to his outpatient room. The room was small, really only big enough for doctor and patient, but it had most of the trappings of a makeshift triage bay. After a bit of inspection through nearby drawers, pair of sheers found their way into Faolan’s hand that wasn’t applying compression.

“I’m gonna need to cut the fabric away, alright? I need ta see the damage,” he explained.

Dean nodded, trying to even out his breathing. It ached to breathe, but it was from opening and stretching the long wounds in his chest, not from his lungs. He closed his eyes, his hands shaking. “Sorry, Doc. I usually take care of this myself, but I can’t… These are too deep on my own, I already dug the fabric and shit out of ‘em…” Fuck. He realized he was still talking, but if he stopped, he was afraid he would pass out, and he was afraid if he passed out, he wouldn’t wake back up. 

He nodded and pressed his lips together. He didn’t care about the shirt. He never wore clothes he cared about on a hunt, and he was glad for the habit now. “Cut it,” he said through gritted teeth. 

Faolan didn’t hesitate to move after he got permission from his patient. He didn’t know how long Dean had been bleeding, and he needed to properly assess the wounds, their depth, and the organs underneath. He pushed the fabric away in an instant, the sheers seeming to vanish back to their tray as soon as Dr. McKenna was done with them. He replaced it with a clean cloth, and began quickly wiping the blood away to inspect the damage. At least from this angle, they didn’t appear to puncture far. Thank god, he really didn’t want to have to stabilize the air pressure himself. He pulled up his stethoscope to double check though, listening intently. His breathing was heavy and a little clipped, but that was most likely the pain, and not a puncture. And considering the cut pattern, that wasn’t shocking. Faolan had treated enough glancing shots from a werewolf to know them by site.  “Good news, the cuts don’t appear to be deep enough to cause lung collapse, which means this will go a lot faster and I dun have to warm up the ventilator. You’re pretty lucky, considering,” Faolan remarked idly, before pulling over a finger clip for the heart and blood pressure moniter. “Least you are on that front. How long since you were attacked?” the doctor asked. 

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Dean nodded. “Too deep for me to take care of alone,” he muttered. “Can’t stop the bleeding long enough, made the needle too slippery.” His head was really spinning. It wasn’t fun. 

“Got blindsided by a bear,” he muttered, on his guard. “Got a lucky shot off. It’s dead now. I’m lucky I’m not.”

[medicinexmagic]

Faolan paused slightly as he fastened the heart moniter, brow furrowing. A bear? Really? In the middle of the city?

“You know, as a medical professional, I take an unbiased look at all injuries I treat,” Faolan began, noting Dean’s stable vitals but low blood pressure. “So I’m not gonna judge you for what you tell me,” he added as he reached for proper bandaging, one hand still on Dean’s chest.

“I say this because you need a blood transfusion, an possibly booster shots. Is there anythin I need to know before we start?” Faolan asked, removing his hand to open the package before pressing the dressing against Dean’s chest hard.

[pardonthepoisoned]

Dean was too tired to lie, even if he felt like he should. He felt like a child, like the first time Dad had to take him to the hospital instead of fixing it at home. 

“Y-yeah,” he whimpered. “It was a... A werewolf... I must be losing my mind, but a werewolf dropped on me... I was out off the old highway, and I got blindsided... I’m sorry, I was being so stupid... He was a werewolf, I’m not crazy... He looked like a human and a wolf... I don’t know if he bit me, I was a little focused on his claws in my chest...”

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[starkbirthed-a]

pardonthepoisoned:

“Good thing, too. You wouldn’t be able to see anything otherwise.”

‘ At least my legs won’t cramp up when driving. How do you fit inside do the impala ? ‘ She can’t fight off the grin as the annoyance falls away. ‘ You enjoy picking me up and cuddling me. ‘

[pardonthepoisoned]

“Y’know, if you’re complaining, I can always make you a cozy bed in the trunk. You don’t have to be in the nice warm bench seats with blankets and my jacket.”

[starkbirthed-a]

pardonthepoisoned:

“At least I don’t get a crick in my neck from talking to people closer than 3 feet away from me.”

‘ At least I don’t get a ache in my back from stooping so low. ‘ She thinks she’s being clever. ‘ I’m easy to pick up and cuddle. ‘

[pardonthepoisoned]

“Good thing, too. You wouldn’t be able to see anything otherwise.”