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Sam Winchester Graphic Challenge acklesjpeg | ad-astra-castiel âł Prompt: Charcoal
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@spookyde @spoopycastiiel @clarissa-p-winchester @heavanswarrior
âSup.
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@aufertoanima @infelixxanima @heartlessiisms @charleybrewstervampireslayer
âWhat? Do I have something on my face? âCuz if not, Iâd suggest you try looking in another direction - believe it or not, man, thereâs actually more stuff to see in the world.â
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selfdeception
âHey, yo- woah.â
âYou look like crap.â
Dropping onto the nearest seat, he combs back a mess of bangs and lets loose a tapering exhale as his vision rights itself.Â
â â - thanks. â
âHey, Iâm just tellinâ it like it is.â Dean said with an innocent smile.
â..Seriously though, you okay?â
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ohlxzurus illepidum thedyingembers
âFBI - hands up.â
Cas snorted, holding his hands up and wiggling his fingers. âAlright âofficerâ. What can I do you for?â
âWait- Cas? What the hell, man, why didnât you say anything? I couldâve shot you!â Dean exclaimed. âGod damnit, donât... do that.â he grumbled with a scowl, his fear beginning to transcend into annoyance, and holstered his gun. â...What are you doing prowling around out here like your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man, anyway?â he asked with some reluctance after a short moment.
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wonder-and-underland satsiifiedxqueen astrangecat
âYeah?â
Suspicious squint. ââave yâbeen nearâa dremora recenâly? Câuz yer attitude is shiâ.â She huffed a bit, lifting a rather heavy backpack, clinking of glasses and rustling from within reacting to the sudden movement. âAh sell stuff. Potions, ingredienâs, purifâcation âlixers⌠Ah trade fer oâer stuff. No money. Uselâss these daâs.â âLyze gave her head a tilt, observing characteristics and body language before saying anything else incredibly stupid.
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; âI feel like I should be hunting you.â he said bluntly yet contemplatively, same puzzled expression on his face. ââŚNo offense.â he added, realizing he had no idea what this creature was or what it was capable of.
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 wasnât 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 âneathe her slightly teared eye, JâLyze finally stopped, giving a bit of a sigh at the end of her charade. ââpologies. Yer reaction âs inâeresâin. Anâ no, ah suggesâ ye donâ try âan âhuntâ me.â She followed the word, raising a parallel set of claws, making a rather exagerrated quotation gesture. âThaâ would resulâ in both of us gettinâ a âandful of cuts.â 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. ââam Bird. âve got oâer names, buâ those donâ matter much. Nowâen⌠Yâminâ tellinâ me where ah am?â
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.Â
âYâdone?â he asked finally. âRight, right- youâre half Garfield and Iâm the âinterestinâ one. I assume most people just welcome you with open arms, that it?â he said sarcastically. âBelieve me, Iâve been through a lot worse for a.. lot less.â 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 couldnât help but chuckle, and licked his lips before speaking; âIâm sorry- your name is âBirdâ?â he repeated skeptically with a quirked brow, completely ignoring her question. âFollow-up question: do you own a mirror?â
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ohlxzurus illepidum thedyingembers
âFBI - hands up.â
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mynameonthelease crimson-warrior sage-of-masks
âWell ainât you a colorful bunch.â
âIâm sorry?â the statement caught the sage off guard. There was something about the man that set him on edge, but his attitude made him curious.
âForget it.â Dean dismissed.Â
ââŚMind tellinâ me who you are?â
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. âI am simply known as the Sage of Masks. And who might you be, sir?â he added with a smile.
Dean looked puzzled as he witnessed the manâs solemn introduction. â...Dean.â he replied simply, sounding stand-offish. âBecause unlike you, Riding Hood, I actually have a person name?â
âAnd we have a winner.â
âYou better talk while you still can.â
âMy name is Raphael.â
âI am an angel.â
âGreat, another one of you guys...â
âHey, I thought angels were supposed to be these rare miracles - not more Jehovahâs Witnesses.â
âDemons, vamps - youâre all made of the same soulless scraps. âFigured R-rated Twilight would be like Christmas came early for you.â
âYou know, despite my striking âsexually frustrated housewifeâ exterior, I havenât actually seen the movie. Am I supposed to know what a âdomâ is?â
Meg scoffed at Dean, obviously feeling more insulted that he thought demons and vamps were the same kind of bad. âBaby, you better stop underestimating me before I twist your balls, okay?âÂ
âYou innocent little man⌠A dom is someone who dominates, itâs a little part one plays when having sex. Didnât mommy ever give you the sex talk? Oh waitâŚoops.âÂ
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.Â
Her explanation made him raise a brow. â...Oh. Oh.â
â...Well now I feel dirty.â he concluded with a frown.
Oh... sheâd 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. âYou mention her again and I swear to God...â he threatened, his voice dripping with deadly warning.