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𝐋𝐄𝐓'𝐒 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐒'𝐀'𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄 𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋

dean winchester written by dorie est. 2013

#† • ° ○ [ self p. ]#i moved dean from a side blog on here to his own main blog #so if y'all wanna follow him feel free

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𝐋𝐄𝐓'𝐒 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐒'𝐀'𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄 𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋

dean winchester written by dorie est. 2013

#this is where you can find dean now #if you want

this blog is now an archive

alaynestone

1.04 PHANTOM TRAVELER

i wish dad was here.

#† • ° ○ [ visage. ]

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delabor‌:

gasp; dramatic. “h e y. i’m the most fun angel you’d ever meet. and that includes balthazar.” gabriel’s brand of fun ran too much to moral to count.

“because they’re a g i f t, holmes.” squint. “you’re the kind of person to use someone’s present before they ever even knew about it, aren’t you?” could see it; written on his face.

“ i dunno, i hear balthazar can throw a helluva party. ” challenge given; dean wants to see what it’s like to party with an angel that actually claims to be fun.

“ of course! how are you supposed to know it works correctly if you don’t? i mean... ” pause taken; has to think back to past gifts given. “ well it’s not like i give gifts often. and mostly just to my brother but... it would be well within my big brotherly rights to give him something i’ve used at least once. just to make sure that he’ll like it. ”

#delabor

delabor‌:

“i’m more of a claw game kind of angel.”

“ but are ya any good at it without any extra help from your angel mojo? ”

#delabor #moon shoes and arcade games #leave it to these two #while sam would rather just fight with samael about EVERYTHING

delabor‌:

“i can fly a n d go to the moon. i don’t need shoes for either of those.”

“well i can drive a car but it don’t make the arcade driving games any less fun.”

#delabor

@delabor

shrug; playing it off; but you can tell he’s proud. “here and there. i like to collect.” understatement; large. oddities from mundane to arcane; made; stolen; blackmailed; gifted. stuffed into pockets; unearthed from secrets; ordered from infomercials. some angels nested ; he reaped. on vacation; not restricted to souls.

hands in pockets; smile. “totally didn’t.” lie; half. “those never set foot on these tootsies, they’re a gift after all.” truth; but he did try some; got too into it; they broke. owns some now he made himself; indestructible; less plastic noise; still clomped.

“uh huh.” he doesn’t believe him, but he gives a half shrug anyway and eyes them sitting in the corner, broken-in and waiting for him to strap them back on the next time sam is home and being annoying.

“just because they’re a gift or did you lose your sense of fun along the way somewhere. you know you at least wanted to try the moon shoes. i’ve never met someone who didn’t, unless they just had a gigantic stick up their ass.”

#delabor #i legit read your reply and in the time it took to open a new tab to make this post #narcolepsy kicked in and dragged my ass to dreamland.#so here have this late thing im so sorry

delabor‌:

“moon shoes not good enough for you, deano?”

“ oh no they were. those things are awesome. i just wondered if you took ‘em for a test drive. ‘cuz you should. ”

#delabor

"Good thing I didn't forget this year, hmm?" He's so pleased Dean likes it, letting go and standing up, thinking about what he's just said about everything going on. Maybe THAT is why he's so desperate to make this a good birthday. Maybe part of him is scared it's the last one they will have together. "I'm glad you like it."

his eyes grow wide at the promise of pie. this day just keeps getting better and better. dean stands as well, tucking his knew pocket knife and lighter into his pockets and before sam gets too far out of reach, he snags his wrist and pulls him in for a hug, strong arms snaking around sam’s broad shoulders and hauling him in.

“it’s really great sammy.”

the moment hangs, just long enough for dean to let him know he’s serious.

“alright, lets go get me some birthday pie, bitch.”

#sinceiwasfour

"i don't do many human holidays, but birthdays i can get behind." lifts bag; enthusiastic. it clanks. "for you, my dude." inside is a pair of adult size moon shoes; nineties era-----; & a rock; thumb wide. "that's a little pert of a meteor. think old. think dinosaur old. it's like a theme. was going to go for a space helmet too but i thought it was too dress up costume."

is it bad that his first thought is lyrics??

♫ some people call me the space cowboy ♫

bad, yes? yeah okay, keeping that to himself.

dean snags the bag out of samael’s hand (while he’s absolutely eyeing those moon shoes he already pulled out… he never got a pair of those when he was a kid — john always said they were too bulky to keep in the car )and then finds the meteor, palm-up, staring a bit in wonder.

“where did you even find this stuff?”

he can imagine samael chipping off a piece of a meteor up in area 51 or something and now he’s the newest owner of an illegal piece of meteor… and if THAT isn’t the coolest thing ever he doesn’t know what is.

then another thought occurs — grin grows to a full blown smile.

“you totally tried out the moon shoes didn’t you?”

#happy birthday dean 2020 #THIS IS AWESOME HE'S SO EXCITED #delabor

"Nothing fancy. I had a hard time thinking this year. It's a new lighter, and there's a new pocket knife in there, too. You're hard to buy things for." He doesn't let go, resting his forehead on Dean's shoulder for a second. "I can't just NOT get something, though. Today is my favorite day."

“got a lot’a shit to worry about Sammy. this shouldn’t be one that gets under your skin.”

he’s appreciative, and it shows the way his eyes brighten and he flicks the lighter on, then digs in to grab the pocket knife, flicking it open with a mastery of weapons that very few people in the world should possess.

“dude these are great. I was so pissed when I had to sacrifice that zippo with the pin up girl. fucking spirits...” he grumbled, but only half-heartedly.

“favorite day huh? well, considering we get pie every single time on this day, unless you forget the damn thing, i’d say it’s a pretty good one,” he winks.

#happy birthday dean 2020 #sinceiwasfour

“I have something for you.” He’s quiet, sitting down beside his brother and setting the plainly wrapped package in his lap. It’s hard to think of what would suffice, more so in the current uncertainty... but he tried. He leans in, doing something he hasn’t done since he was a kid, wrapping his arms around one of Dean’s, resting his cheek on his brother’s shoulder. “Happy birthday, Dean...”

This is reminiscent of decades past, Sam is acting more like the sentimental eight year old that he used to be than the almost-38 year old he is now. Not that Dean minds, really. Sam gets soft and sappy sometimes and if he wants to do it on Dean’s birthday he can always just pick on him about it tomorrow.

Dean looks the box over, picks it up and shakes it a little. It’s entirely possible it’s breakable and he doesn’t want to break it so he only shakes it a little bit.

“What is it Sammy?”

He’s always been the impatient one, can’t even wait to get the wrapping paper off before he’s asking, but he does start to work on it, tearing at the paper bit by bit.

#sinceiwasfour #happy birthday dean 2020 #<< that's this years bday tag if y'all wanna blacklist it