b i t e m e .

selective & private dean winchester . mun is 21+.

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dean has been moved to a mutli muse ! @starredcomplexion

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MARGOT .

“Really? Because I felt like taking the whole night.” The sarcasm was palatable. With little grace, she grabbed at his arm and began to force the needle through his flesh. While it hurt more without a proper warning, it also got done faster and with more precision.

–––––––– THE HISS THAT LEAVES Dean is almost animalistic, trying not to flinch away from the pain as needle penetrates skin. ‘ Thanks for th’heads up , ’ he scolded, but kept very still, aside form a shot of whiskey he took from the bottle in his other hand.

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MAID .

                   “  IT PAYS  .  .  .  fine.  ”

                   not much of an answer because she’s not much for words.  she brushes a lock of hair back behind her ear,  clears her throat to fill the heavy silence that crushes her.  &  finally,  when it bears to be TOO MUCH  :

                    “  i - i’m sorry  .  .  .  i’m probably not much                help at all.  is there something i can do  ?  ”

–––––––– SHE’S OBVIOUSLY NERVOUS, or simply doesn’t like to speak, but Dean has to question everyone in the house, including her. ‘ It’s alright, I just need t’ask a couple questions , ’ eyes glance up at her. ‘ You alright with that ? ’

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MEG .

“ Awh ya’ missed me huh?” she teased Before thinking of how she could most annoy him this session, She listened to see if anyone else was in the church. when she was pleased with the silence she clicks her tongue. “ I’ve been having lustful thoughts and feelings — … Of a man .. and acted upon these feelings per-say” she said in a low tone “ i’ve pleasured myself while thinking of him – it was wrong i know but it felt so right … can you understand that Father?”

–––––––– THE SWEAT BEGAN TO pour from Dean’s brow before she had even finished her full sentence, and he dabbed warily at it with his handkerchief. Thank Heavens his face was masked by darkness, however he asked God silently for his own forgiveness at his own unholy thoughts. ‘ You are forgiven , ’ he mumbles against the grate, eyes downward and head bowed. He will not admit he understands. He can not. But he does wonder who the man is, and if the man is him.

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EDDIE .

“Thank you. C-Can I go now?” Eddie asked as she put her hands in her pocket.

–––––––– ‘ I just gotta ask a few more questions , ’ Dean replied, fingers crossing in his lap as he brought his eyes back to the girl. ‘ Why don’ you tell me what happened again? Real slow this time . ’

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      over the years, she’s gotten pretty good at identifying hunters just       by the way they carry themselves. the second she catches sight of       dean, she can tell. having hunters in town is never a good thing for       a witch. especially when said witch is carrying a box full of hex       bags and needs to walk right past the hunter in question… 

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–––––––– THE MONSTER IN QUESTION WAS A WEREWOLF, Dean had no questions about that, and he knew the hunt would be far easier than the other dozen he’s encountered in the last week. He was gunning on a simple hunt so he could spend a little time with a case of beer and maybe some Skinimax in his motel room. In a hurry toward the morgue for questioning, Dean ran straight into the woman walking past him, causing her to drop her box and causing Dean to curse. 

‘ Dammit. Sorry about that , ’ he exclaimed, bending down to pick up the stray material. Before he touched a single item, however, he noticed a few symbols around the bags, and pulled his hand away immediately, glancing up at the woman suspiciously. ‘ Goin’ somewhere with these ? ’

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“you can stop looking so surprise, deano.”

the archangel spoke with a tinge of humor in his voice as hazel met with green ones. a smirk meeting with a surprised face, though the archangel continue to watch the hunter waiting to see what he was going to do next. he put a personal bet against himself about how dean was gonna react to this. react to him being alive this whole time, though the celestial being wished things were different. he was enjoying his retirement from his last run in with the winchester that involved him almost being killed by his older brother if it wasn’t for his quick thinking.

things did change, it felt weird being a man on the run constantly while before he just had to hid himself from the world but use a false identity to convince the other pagans he was no one suspicious. though the family he had with the pagans were no longer since they were all dead and his original family felt dead to him. raphael was gone, michael he was unsure where he was if he was in the cage or not. then with lucifer, gabriel would admit that he was not expecting his older brother to lay with a human to create a nephilim.

“and to answer your question, dean, i miss you too.”

the former trickster teased before he stood up from the chair he was lounging on. patiently waiting to see what dean was going to do next and to see if he was going to ask the false pagan god to assist them once more.

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–––––––– MOST THINGS IN DEAN’S LIFE had a hard time staying dead. He had died several times, himself; even made an occasional trip to Heaven and Hell, just for a mini vacation from the world he lived in. His friends had died in front of his eyes –––  Castiel was dead, Crowley was dead, but he always had hope for them, always wondered if they would come back to Sam and Dean eventually. What he hadn’t expected, however, was to see a Trickster sitting and waiting for Dean to noticed him, so casual and nonchalant as if Lucifer hadn’t killed him right in front of everyone’s eyes.

As expected, Dean was, at first, speechless. Gabriel had helped the brothers, in his own way, and the last thing the older Winchester wanted was for him to be dead. But if he had been alive this entire time... ‘ What the hell, Gabriel ? ’ The sternness in his voice disguised the small amounts of relief Dean was feeling as arms crossed over a plaid clad chest. ‘ You’ve been alive this whole time and you’re just now showin’ up t’help out ? ’ Dean was pissed off, perhaps not exactly at Gabriel, but being the closest person around to yell at, Dean couldn’t help himself.

‘ Cas is dead, y’know that right ? ’ a bit softer, but no less firm as eyes traveled up to meet Gabe’s. ‘ Dead dead. As in, not comin’ back dead . ’

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MAKARIA .

Makaria chuckled into the kiss, humming quietly as she simply watched the man. As odd as it may seem, it was something she loved, just looking at Dean as he talked or interacted with someone or focused on a task. Slim fingers plucked up the drink as it arrived, the goddess stealing a sip before passing it to the rightful owner. “If it helps. It is a mutual thing. I have never much been a jealous person before….but with you, I find I am. I want people to know you are taken. You are my handsome man…”

–––––––– THE OWNERSHIP LABEL NORMALLY wouldn’t be something Dean would attest to, but coming from her, he found himself glad that he was hers and no one else’s. Taking a drink from the glass, he leans down once more to give her a last kiss, holding her fondly to his chest. Swaying slightly back and forth to the music playing above them, Dean couldn’t help but grin. ‘ Wanna dance for a little while ? ’

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          ❝ I never meant to start a fire.                        I never meant to make you bleed. ❞

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–––––––– ‘ Yeah, well, you did. And now you’re gonna help me clean up the mess you made . ’

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Death hummed to herself but slowly let the silence creep in. “Dean Winchester.. We meet again. You’re looking well. After  that little bar stunt. I thought I would never see your pretty  face again. By the way. Billie was a bit upset about me. You  know how children are. When someone special to them is  gone. They lash out.”

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–––––––– THE VOICE WAS DIFFERENT, but the aura was the same, and it scared Dean, nonetheless. Death had always been an intimidating being, but try multiplying that by a million after you’re the one who killed him. Or, her. His eyes widened as he looked her over, gulping slightly, preparing to beg for forgiveness. ‘ Lookin’ good. New haircut ? ’ he tried, chuckling nervously.

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What an absolute cutie!

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‘        does the road ever get lonely?        ‘            a curious line formed between furrowed brows,      despite the upward twitch from the corners of her blush colored lips as she looked to the stranger across the bar counter.            @regardiingdean  /  sc

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–––––––– IT WASN’T LIKE DEAN TO talk to strangers, but he had a few drinks in him, and it didn’t sound like the question was hurting anyone. ‘ Nah, you gotta have feeling’s t’feel lonely , ’ he joked, laughing as he took a sip of his whiskey.

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GINGER .

Slightest upward turn of her lips at his words, quirk of her head as she eyed him. Compliments were nice, except when they came from his tongue; then it was concerning. Antagonism was a relatively m i l d way to describe their relationship up to that point. “Well thank you darlin’, but tell me, do ye know who you’re talking to?” Rowena’s voice was surprisingly G E N T L E as she considered the hunter.

–––––––– WITHOUT MUCH THOUGHT, Dean reached out to the feel the fabric of the dress, grin growing slightly when he felt out soft it was. ‘ Sure I do , ’ he answered, but his thoughts were muffled slightly. Dean knew he had known her, but he couldn’t think of her name or her relevance. ‘ No , ’ he finally admitted, but gave her a grin.

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CAS .

     He reached his arms all the way around Dean, fingers brushing against his cheek. Castiel still hadn’t gotten used to the odd way human body worked – he’d never had to worry about such things as breathing or even a heartbeat. “ I couldn’t have done enough to repay what you did for me. ” If it wasn’t for his friends, Castiel had no doubt he would still be blindly following Heaven’s orders. “ I have lived more in the past few years than I have during the last millennium. It was all worth it. Even if it ends like this. "

–––––––– EVEN IF IT ENDS LIKE THIS. The world was shit, the people in it were shit, and Dean imagined the future was just going to get worse. A sad grin played at the corners of the hunter’s lips, glad that Castiel could not see his face at that moment, for his friend might see him breaking. ‘ M’sorry , ’ he mumbled, eyes closing as Cas’s hand brushed his cheek. ‘ For bein’ such an ass this entire time . After losin’ Sam... ’ he couldn’t finish, but he was sure his friend would understand.

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HIS GODDESS .

It’s obvious how Makaria likes to get Dean worked up, likes to build his excitement before the main event. She feeds off his anticipation, closing her eyes as she takes a deep breath, smirking at the scents the goddess catches dancing in the air of the car. “Mmmm you are quite excited, my heart. Feeling a little…pent up, are we?”

–––––––– THE SMIRK RESONATES ON chapped lips, eyes on the road ahead as he pulls off the freeway. ‘ Might be , ’ he responded, turning off his head lights as he slowly drives onto the desired road. He can see a house ahead of them, can smell the man there, and Dean’s eyes flash black. ‘ Guess we’ll find out when we’re all done here . ’ Slowly, the Impala takes its place in the dirt drive way, and the demon glances over at the goddess, eyes still pitch black. ‘ Ready ? ’

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                         “ Kind of disappointing, honestly.                         For some reason, I was expecting                                                    bigger, faker tits. “

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–––––––– ‘ Nope. These babies? All real, all mine . ’