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deana winchester.

[porngiirl]

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[sanhawrites]

VANITYHELPS CHARACTER AESTHETIC:  K I L L E R  C O U P L E.

“A couple that kills together stays together.”

[princesswetkitty]

[porngiirl]

          they talk while they walk, jimmy settling into the passenger seat as he learned more about the little parts about her. he wasn’t surprised to hear drinking was a form of escapism. their lives weren’t exactly spectacular; it was the very reason why they were spending their evening out at a bar rather than with each other.

     silently, he hoped he wouldn’t turn to the same form of coping, but it seemed deana didn’t just have drinking in mind if her question was anything to go by.

                  ❝ are you honestly going to ditch me to ‘hook-up’ with someone? i do have my key, but getting back without you and the car is going to be rough. ❞

    ❛ what?        no. ❜

    a hesitant side glance rolled in passenger’s direction and her throat cleared so v e r y quietly. he hit the nail right on the head. impala falling into an awkward silence for a beat, it seemed  jimmy was smarter than she originally anticipated. therefore, her usual tactic of lying and denying would be a horrible idea. gazing back toward the road, teeth gently grazed lower pout.

 ❛ okay so maybe i thought about it. ❜ she had a right with the continuous turbulence she managed surviving through. sammy was dead, castiel went silent, god had thrown curve ball, after god damned curve ball in a valiant attempt at wrecking porcelain veneer with battered bruises and salty tears,        and even though this was the perfect time to take a vacation; a gift, she wouldn’t. deana winchester would NOT let the full force of grief, guilt, and anger catch up to her. distractions and bad decisions were undoubtedly crucial to this hunter’s healing process.

  however, jimmy complicated things.

 ❛     but now that you’ve put it that way and’ve made me sound like some kind’a basic bitch, no. no jimmy i’m not gonna to d i t c h you to hook up with someone. but let’s be real, taking a cab would be a totally viable option. ❜ or using his good looks probably could’ve gotten him a ride back to their motel too, or laid,           whatever. she was just going to have to put up with his dependency until he felt more comfortable in his new shoes.

[porngiirl]

her response almost earns her a laugh. it’s not that jimmy wants to get punched in the face or wants to test deana’s nerves, but he can’t help finding his own amusement in her aggressive replies. however, it’s a contrast to her reaching up to mus with his hair like they’re more familiar with each other than they are.

     he’s surprised; it was messy to begin with and now he wonders if he doesn’t look like he just rolled out of bed at five p.m. huffing and throwing on a weak expression of irritation, he doesn’t say anything as he follows - not until she asks.

                     ❝ I do drink wine, actually, but beer is fine too, and so is any other drink. I’m not too picky, but if I had to chose a hard liquor, it would be whiskey. –You? I don’t exactly think you would be sipping martinis all night. ❞

   ❛       what gave it away? ❜ azures rolled, smirk toying on the corners of her lips. wine was any easy assumption made when it came to jimmy, bourbon too. he was your catalogue leave it to beaver dad-type. she could easily picture him drinking a glass of wine with his meal, or hitting up some BUTTON DOWN BAR on his way home from work for a jame-o on the rocks. castiel’s vessel wasn’t entirely wrong in his observation either. she hated martinis; there was nothing appealing about drinking gin.

   ❛ whiskey and beer,mostly;but i’ve been known to tango with to-kill-ya on occasion, ❜ she enjoyed a glass of wine here or there too, but under special circumstances. ❛ my favorite though     ? ❜ her eyes peer over noir, impala roof as fingers diligently unlock driver’s side door. ❛ anything that gets the job done. ❜ an honest, bitter, truth. vodka and gin aside, if desperate enough and in the right state of mind, deana would endure their gut wrenching flavors. anything that would quiet her busied mind.

    after letting him in, baby’s engine  ROARED  to life and eyes peered over mirrors, backing them safely from their parking spot.

    ❛        you got your room key? ❜

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[porngiirl]

     he can’t help but snort, amused by her rules but he’s willing to deal with them. jimmy’s not certain if he’ll stand by her rules once he’s drunk, but he knows how he feels about castiel.

         what he feels isn’t all resentment. jimmy has been castiel’s vessel for nearly three years. he views castiel more like a family member with a complicated history. he has a cluster of conflicting emotions about the angel because he knows the angel far better than deana could ever hope to. he won’t ever say as such, though. he doubts deana would appreciate it if he did.

                ❝ if i say anything uncouth, feel free to punch me in the face. i doubt i will, but i want to get a drink, so i’ll follow the rules. ❞

   excuse, but did he SNORT? confusion fashions porcelain & lip’s corners threaten uplifting.        be careful novak, you ALMOST made her g e n u i n e l y smile ( god forbid someone did. ) turquoise lingers on his expression a moment further as deana attempts getting an integral read. while his words seem promising, she knows alcohol often has a dangerous way of crafting grievous consequences & unearthing the WORST in people. she wonders how many drinks it'll take before jimmy begins C H E W I N G on her last good nerve ( or finds himself crying. )

  ❛ TRUST me, i won't hesitate. ❜ it’s a frigid joke, well, depending on how DRUNK she gets. he’d have a hell’of’a lot of pushing & shoving to do while she’s sober to get her to take knuckles’ crack at that angelic face he’s been blessed with. taking keys in her grasp, the huntress tugs on faded, leather jacket collar & spins impala ring around her finger.  ❛c’mon you, let’s get goin'. ❜few steps toward, a hand reaches to ruffle his dark locks of hair as she passes him on her way toward their room’s exit.

  ❛ what’s your poison anyway?         no offense, but you seem like the wine drinkin’, yuppy type. ❜

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spnjensenlove02:

Impala Love ~ Burn Baby Burn

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novaks:

We ripped up the ending and the rules and destiny, leaving nothing but freedom and choice.

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[porngiirl]

      jimmy stares at her for a moment, unsure if he should even respond to her comment about the chinese food. after a few seconds of staring, he shakes his head and opens up his duffel bag, searching for a fresh shirt to switch into before they go - if they even go.

          ❝ honestly, i don’t want chinese. what i really want is to get drunk off my ass and forget i ever even met castiel, but i think we both know how bad of an idea that is. ❞

     it’s uncommon for jimmy to be so blunt, but the day has been emotionally exhausting and he needs something to unwind. if that has to be a glass of whiskey, then he’ll take it. 

                                            ❝ if you don’t want to do that, anything is fine with me. ❞

                DON’T LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT.

   the words are hotly  lingering  on the tip of her tongue as she side glances him, but before she even gets a chance to spit it out,      confirm she isn’t crazy, he’s continued, and  surprise,  she read him correctly. this time, it was her turn to sport a deer in headlights look. jimmy wants to get WASTED? yeah,  definitely a  bad  idea; but if anything they both deserved a night to let loose and forget about.... everything.

      ❛ as long as drinkin` doesn’t make you an  over emotional, cry baby, i’d be up for some beer and a couple shots`a whiskey. and, we’re gonna have to lay down some ground rules first. like for example, no trash talking castiel; unless you want me to PUNCH you. ❜