dean winchester

humor me.

[ad-astra-castiel]

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[jiliakaart]

[professionallytwisted]

+ 4

@spookyde @spoopycastiiel @clarissa-p-winchester @heavanswarrior

‘Sup.

[professionallytwisted]

+ 4

@aufertoanima @infelixxanima @heartlessiisms @charleybrewstervampireslayer

“What? Do I have something on my face? ‘Cuz if not, I’d suggest you try looking in another direction - believe it or not, man, there’s actually more stuff to see in the world.”

[professionallytwisted]

[professionallytwisted]

+ 1

selfdeception

“Hey, yo- woah.”

“You look like crap.”

[selfdeception]

Dropping onto the nearest seat, he combs back a mess of bangs and lets loose a tapering exhale as his vision rights itself. 

“ – - thanks. ”

[professionallytwisted]

“Hey, I’m just tellin’ it like it is.” Dean said with an innocent smile.

“..Seriously though, you okay?”

[out-in-the-open]

[superwholockpotterhead]

[professionallytwisted]

+ 3

ohlxzurus illepidum thedyingembers

“FBI - hands up.”

[thedyingembers]

Cas snorted, holding his hands up and wiggling his fingers. “Alright ‘officer‘. What can I do you for?”

[professionallytwisted]

“Wait- Cas? What the hell, man, why didn’t you say anything? I could’ve shot you!” Dean exclaimed. “God damnit, don’t... do that.” he grumbled with a scowl, his fear beginning to transcend into annoyance, and holstered his gun. “...What are you doing prowling around out here like your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man, anyway?” he asked with some reluctance after a short moment.

[professionallytwisted]

+ 3

wonder-and-underland satsiifiedxqueen astrangecat

“Yeah?”

[astrangecat]

Suspicious squint. “’ave y’been near’a dremora recen’ly? C’uz yer attitude is shi’.” She huffed a bit, lifting a rather heavy backpack, clinking of glasses and rustling from within reacting to the sudden movement. “Ah sell stuff. Potions, ingredien’s, purif’cation ‘lixers… Ah trade fer o’er stuff. No money. Usel’ss these da’s.” ‘Lyze gave her head a tilt, observing characteristics and body language before saying anything else incredibly stupid.

[professionallytwisted]

Everything the feline creature was saying just went in one ear and out the other - Dean was busy trying to figure out what, why and how, and her words became a sort of white noise in his head. He simply watched her as she spoke, a puzzled frown on his face. Once she fell silent, he snapped out of his own thought process after a moment and realized he should probably say something - he opened his mouth as if to speak, only to close it again. He made another attempt; “I feel like I should be hunting you.” he said bluntly yet contemplatively, same puzzled expression on his face. “…No offense.” he added, realizing he had no idea what this creature was or what it was capable of.

[astrangecat]

The reaction was, regardless of how common it may be, still incredibly humorous for her. It only take a few seconds of silence before she released a snort of laughter at his response, placing a hand atop her forehead in a vain attempt to stop. It continued for a few seconds, but surprising it wasn’t long enough of an amused entreaty to be too offensive or awkward… It would probably just be more helpful to tell him, right? Maybe.

After running a careful claw ‘neathe her slightly teared eye, J’Lyze finally stopped, giving a bit of a sigh at the end of her charade. “’pologies. Yer reaction ‘s in’eres’in. An’ no, ah sugges’ ye don’ try ‘an “hunt” me.” She followed the word, raising a parallel set of claws, making a rather exagerrated quotation gesture. “Tha’ would resul’ in both of us gettin’ a ‘andful of cuts.” Instead of becoming defensive, she offered a paw in a sort of friendly gesture, trying quite hard to hide the fanged set beneath her smile. “’am Bird. ‘ve got o’er names, bu’ those don’ matter much. Now’en… Y’min’ tellin’ me where ah am?”

[professionallytwisted]

The laughter took him by surprise, shattering the tension around him and letting it crumble to the ground, but not in a relaxed and pleasant way, but an awkward and reluctant one. He watched the woman? cat? creature do her little song and dance with an expression that went from disbelief to fed up as it all progressed. 

“Y’done?” he asked finally. “Right, right- you’re half Garfield and I’m the ‘interestin’ one. I assume most people just welcome you with open arms, that it?” he said sarcastically. “Believe me, I’ve been through a lot worse for a.. lot less.” he said, looking her up and down pointedly.

He refused the handshake, eyeing her suspiciously, but his careful mask broke into a smile as she stated her name. He couldn’t help but chuckle, and licked his lips before speaking; “I’m sorry- your name is ’Bird’?” he repeated skeptically with a quirked brow, completely ignoring her question. “Follow-up question: do you own a mirror?”

[professionallytwisted]

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[professionallytwisted]

+ 3

ohlxzurus illepidum thedyingembers

“FBI - hands up.”

[1940sdeancas]

[professionallytwisted]

+ 3

mynameonthelease crimson-warrior sage-of-masks

“Well ain’t you a colorful bunch.”

[grymm-pirate]

“I’m sorry?” the statement caught the sage off guard. There was something about the man that set him on edge, but his attitude made him curious.

[professionallytwisted]

“Forget it.” Dean dismissed. 

“…Mind tellin’ me who you are?”

[grymm-pirate]

Though he felt cautious around the man, his curiosity got the better of him. He placed a hand over his heart and bowed his head slightly. “I am simply known as the Sage of Masks. And who might you be, sir?” he added with a smile.

[professionallytwisted]

Dean looked puzzled as he witnessed the man’s solemn introduction. “...Dean.” he replied simply, sounding stand-offish. “Because unlike you, Riding Hood, I actually have a person name?”

[professionallytwisted]

+ 2

[professionallytwisted]

“And we have a winner.”

“You better talk while you still can.”

[dontcallmedad-deactivated201604]

“My name is Raphael.”

“I am an angel.”

[professionallytwisted]

“Great, another one of you guys...”

“Hey, I thought angels were supposed to be these rare miracles - not more Jehovah’s Witnesses.”

[professionallytwisted]

“Demons, vamps - you’re all made of the same soulless scraps. ‘Figured R-rated Twilight would be like Christmas came early for you.”

“You know, despite my striking ‘sexually frustrated housewife’ exterior, I haven’t actually seen the movie. Am I supposed to know what a ‘dom’ is?”

[kriiger]

Meg scoffed at Dean, obviously feeling more insulted that he thought demons and vamps were the same kind of bad. “Baby, you better stop underestimating me before I twist your balls, okay?” 

“You innocent little man… A dom is someone who dominates, it’s a little part one plays when having sex. Didn’t mommy ever give you the sex talk? Oh wait…oops.” 

[professionallytwisted]

Dean swallowed at the threat and risked a discreet but nervous glance downwards - when he looked back up, his feet were just the tiniest bit closer together. 

Her explanation made him raise a brow. “...Oh. Oh.”

“...Well now I feel dirty.” he concluded with a frown.

Oh... she’d crossed a line with that one. The m-word was damn near sacred, and hearing it tossed around by some black-eyed bitch made his heart rate go up. The corners of his mouth dropped, and the look in his eyes turned icy. “You mention her again and I swear to God...” he threatened, his voice dripping with deadly warning.

[capturingsamwinchester]