Feeling Like A Shotgun Shell

Me and the open road, that's all I see... [Independent Dean RP blog. RPer is of age and blog can be NSFW at times. I will try my hardest to tag the inappropriate threads. WILL Multiship, WILL NOT use read more. All ships are AU. Open for any universe RP as well. I track the perditionandpie tag M!A: Accepting]

[xtelumendil]

Friendly reminder that my Skype is available upon request to mutual followers if you wanna plot or chat or whatever. ★~(◡‿◕✿)

[redstainedledger]

Dean + Looking illegally hot in suits

[hafnium-honeybee-deactivated201]

Haf, having rushed to Dean’s side in concern and worry, was now perched on the bed he had been sobbing into with an amused eyebrow raised. Her legs were curled up into her side, her body laid delicately beside Dean’s with her arms folded under head as she watched him try to recover himself as if he hadn’t just broken down in front of her. “Dean, are we really going to play this game?”

[perditionandpie]

Dean instinctively curled up into a ball, to protect himself. He wiped the remaining wetness from his face and sniffed a bit, gathering up any nonchalance he could muster. "I'm really just tired...we've had a long week."

[perditionandpie]

I heard that you stole Marcellus Wallace's briefcase.

"A) I'd never be that stupid.B) How did you know that Pulp Fiction was one of my favorite movies?"

[lionsmilecrocodiletears]

This is an apology letter to the both of us 

for how long it took me to let things go

[theunawaredemon-deactivated2016]

perditionandpie passed you by

"No offence, but you look like shit." 

[perditionandpie]

"Uh... Thanks? If you had the week I had, you'd look like shit too."

[perditionandpie]

I heard that you were trouble when you walked in.

"You bet your sweet ass I'm trouble."

[reinainfierno-blog]

{ perditionandpie }

"I don’t know what I’m doing with my life."

     ❝ That would be because you’re still alive… Just die. ❞

[perditionandpie]

"I don't remember asking you to be here, so why don't you get out."

[roleplayaskmemes]

"I heard that you ----" Finish this in my ask box

[everything-is--people-deactivat]

"I seem to have touched a nerve - my… apologies." Walking around the table and Dean in a slow circle, he moves to the side of it - opposite Dean. "However, with that said," leaning over to examine the body, "There’s no need to be so brusk - where’s the issue with a second pair of eyes?"

[perditionandpie]

"I just don't like being surprised," he eyed the other's fluid movement across the room and to the opposite side of the table. "There's no problem, but I still don't know why you're here though. Or who you are for that matter."

[osborncursed]

Harry cast the stranger an odd look. He didn’t look like the type who should preach, honestly; the guy wasn’t exactly clean cut. Really, who the fuck did he think he was?

"I’m 20," he said, pointedly taking another long drag. "And I’m dying anyways…" was little more than a mutter under his breath as he exhaled the smoke once more.

[perditionandpie]

The hunter could practically hear the harsh thoughts the smaller man was thinking about him. And growing around Sam for so long, it happened often enough that he was accustomed to it.

"20, sorry." his apology was empty, but the muttered phrase caught him off guard. "Did you say you were dying anyway or did I mishear your mumbling?"

[coccinoregina-archive-deactivat]

"That's the best that you can come up with?"

Meme [ x ]

      “Not by far but I’d hate to shatter that fragile little heart you have.”  

[perditionandpie]

"Always the considerate one, aren't you... Abby?"

[dxctormodel]

perditionandpie

[dxctormodel]

Izzie stared at the run-down motel in front of her. Good to be home, she mused to herself bitterly. Under ordinary circumstances, she would never return to her hometown if she could help it. This, however— this was important enough to warrant breaking her personal rule. She’d gotten a vaguely mysterious call informing her that a hunter in the area needed assistance, and after that poltergeist incident she’d made a promise to help anyone in that profession whenever necessary. So she gathered her nerves, tightened her coat, and knocked on the door.

          "Hey, I— uh— got a call. I’m Izzie. Stevens?"

[perditionandpie]

The night hadn't exactly gone according to plan. What should have been a cut and dry ghoul slaying case had turned into a disaster. Dean was out looking for the flesh eater he had been tracking over a few small towns of the Washitonian coast when he came to Chelhalis. He was on patrol around the area of the last known accident tied to the creature, when he was attacked and roughed up quite a bit. Before he could fight back against who or whatever was attacking him, they fled, leaving the hunter worse for wear. After stumbling back to his motel room, and downing half a bottle of Jack Daniels, he dialed a known medic in the area and left a message.

"Yeah, the doors open, I'm kind dizzy-just come on in."

[perditionandpie]

Hush. {also, hi, hello, I'm keira~}

Your muse finds my muse curled up on the bed, crying. Send "Hush" for a 1-35 generated response to why

"I don't know what I'm doing with my life."

[perditionandpie]

hush

Your muse finds my muse curled up on the bed, crying. Send "Hush" for a 1-35 generated response to why

"Why would you care?"

[perditionandpie]

Hush

Your muse finds my muse curled up on the bed, crying. Send "Hush" for a 1-35 generated response to why.

"I'm just really tired." The hunter said quietly, hating that someone had seen him crying.

[spidermaaaaan]

[scribbled on the back of a page of used graph paper, stuck onto Dean’s seat in math class: Tuesday]

Deano,

Uh, well, I guess I gotta forgive you. I was in the lab all Saturday, anyways, and Sunday I was, um. Busy. Doing things.

I have yearbook today during lunch, but I might be free after school sometime? I’d like to see you again, too. And I mean, since you’re so MUSCLED and MASCULINE you can help keep Flash off my back, right? god, I’m such a nerd.

Do you have my email? Might be easier than calling, I don’t know…

—Pete

[perditionandpie]

[written in the neatest writing he can manage on a brand new piece of printer paper, complete with a doodle of himself punching Flash in the face, slipped into Peter's English textbook before lunch: Tuesday]

Petey,

I'm glad that we're cool, because I don't think I could deal with you being mad at me. You were the first guy I've.... NOt ever, just in a while... Oh, we were both busy, that's good then. I couldn't stop thinking about

After school most nights are okay for me, sometimes I have to help my dad work, but that doesn't happen much. Flash is a douchebag, and I'd gladly give him a taste of his own bullshit (see the illustration down below). Though I've seen you give him what for before too? The dork thing is kinda... really... cute.

Yeah, I think I have your email, but I'll have to wrestle the laptop away from Sam, my little brother, but he's still smaller than me, so it'd be no big deal. I gave you my number right? You can text me too if you want.

See you in class, Dean