righteous fool

indie dean winchester rp blog. highly selective. mun is 21+ so there will be plenty of nsfw.

[saltxxxburn]

Cos I'm BOE-legged, and Hell bound.

[faceofthefuture-blog]

        Jack’s eyes narrowed when he heard the description put         forth by the rather attractive man in front of him. He         couldn’t help the pang of jealousy that followed.

                   ”Haven’t seen him for well over a hundred years an’ I wouldn’t                     care to see him again until he finds it in his stupid cold hearts                     to apologize to me,” he muttered as he glared at the other man.                    ”I see he’s gotten past his penchant for blonde women if he picked                     you up instead. And I assume you’re wondering where you are if                     he just ditched you without warning. Had something to do that                     was important? He’d be back in five minutes?” Jack rolled his eyes                     and sighed as he looked down. “You’re in Cardiff, Wales and it’s 2014.                     C’mon I have a phone that’ll probably reach him. You can use it.”

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       Pausing, Dean turned to look at the man, staying silent before smiling wryly, shrugging his shoulder. "The Doctor has a penchant for humans in general, especially 'the brave and stupid'," he joked before stepping closer to the man, his brow furrowing as he processed what he'd learned from the male so far. Hold up, this guy's not seen the Doctor in well over a hundred years, how old is he? And will I look that good when I'm that old? Not fucking likely, have you seen Dad?

         "So you're not human then, just like him?" he asked him, curiously, looking him over as he stopped in front of him, his green eyes assessing him. "At least he left me on Earth this time and it's only a couple years in the future. Dean Winchester and that phone call would be great!" Great, now I sound like I'm going to prison.

[saltxxxburn]

Let it snow, let it snow, let it snooow.

[crowleytm]

Crowley saw the little smirk on Dean’s face as well as the look of wonder, but when Dean moved closer Crowley tensed up just slightly. The tension remained when Dean secured his hand around Crowley’s wrist, brushing his lips and tongue over Crowley’s finger.

—- fuck.

Crowley licked over his lips slowly, ears going just slightly pink from the display. Even after Dean moved from him, he still felt the prickles on his finger from where Dean had teased it.

"Stupid, huh?" he asked, clearing his throat a little. "But you seemed so excited about it." Crowley knelt down, rolling a small snowball in his hands. "Shall we make a SnowMoose?"

[saltxxxburn]

Dean had no idea why he'd done it, but he didn't hate it, far fucking from it, actually, which was surprising. Because this was Crowley, and Crowley could be a real bag of dicks sometimes. Then again, so could him and Sam, really they were no better. The King of Hell had made him pie and now he was giving him snow, when it wasn't even cold enough to have any. He was pretty awesome in his books right now.

So when the man suggested they make a SnowMoose, he couldn't help but laugh, shrugging his shoulders. "Yeah why the hell not."

   "Dude, I'm remembering why I didn't like the snow," Dean joked as he stared down at his wet pant legs. He shrugged it off and reached down, packing up his hands with the cold snow. He messily rolled it up and tossed it playfully at Crowley, laughing at how ridiculous the older man looked covered in snow and looking surprised.

          "You should see your face!"

[crowleytm]

We're all going to burn in Hell anyway.

[crowleytm]

Crowley watched Dean for a few moments, the hint of a smile on his face and a twinkle in his eyes, though he didn’t look overly smug about Dean’s reaction. He took it in though, the rosy cheeks, the way his freckles stood out, and his green eyes seemed to go brighter, rounder. Wow. He made Dean Winchester blush.

"Pecan it is." He moved into the kitchen, snapping his fingers. Some fresh pecans and other fresh ingredients appeared. Humming softly, Crowley worked diligently on the pie, making the pastry, the pecan mixture.

Crowley scarcely kept his feelings about anything hidden, though as he had a knack of making certain statements to make people uncomfortable, it was difficult to know when he was being serious about something. But he couldn’t deny he was attracted to Dean. Even before he became a demon, back when he should have hated him.

"Feel free to help yourself to a drink while you wait." Crowley offered, turning his head slightly so he could look at Dean, before turning back to his work.

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Walking over to the alcohol, Dean topped up both of their drinks, moving silently into the kitchen behind Crowley, reaching over him to place the cup down on the counter invitingly, flashing him a lip pressed smile, eyebrows jumping up in a flirty gesture.

     "Figured you could do with one too," he mumbled, but used the opportunity to grab up a stray pecan, flashing him a smile as he threw the nut into his mouth. Crowley was getting to see a side of him not even Sam had seen in a long time, things had been different for so long, he'd always held so much on his broad shoulders, weighing him down. Here, though, things felt different even with his current circumstances. He was a fucking demon of all things, sure he was still him-in a way, but he felt angrier, out of control a lot of the time.

                 Not that he would admit that to anyone. 

"So this is what you like to do?" he asked him, leaning his back up against the end of the counter and watching him work on the pie. He could make apple pie-it was his mothers recipe, and he wasn't very good, but it wasn't about how it looked, right?

          "Cook?"

[whiskeyburnt-blog]

don't call me baby, call me tomorrow.

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[saltxxxburn]

   Baby's virgin body stretched out around him, fitting like a fucking glove.

Dean inwardly groaned, only pausing for a moment before he was giving into the beautiful woman's pleas and dragging his hips back until only the thick, mushroom head of his cock remaining inside of her. He pressed his fists down into the couch and then thrust forwards, sinking balls deep into her in a single satisfying move.

     "Shit, Baby," he grunted against her mouth before he was dipping his tongue inside and starting to actually fuck her properly.

                              She felt amazing.

Using just one arm to hold himself up, Dean brought a hand up, pushing her hair from her face as he looked down on her, ducking his head down to press his mouth against her throat. Working at the skin with his teeth and tongue, the hunter made sure to leave his mark as he pumped into her. He probably wasn't gunna last all that long, not when she was this tight, not to mention it didn't help that she had given him an incredible blow job before hand.

                   "So beautiful," he mumbled under his breath, deepening his thrusts and putting a little force behind it.

[saltxxxburn]

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[saltxxxburn]

         ¤ If they think he's going to stay in this Hell hole,            then they've got another thing coming. Dean            Winchester was not insane, a little on the line,            but he didn't want to be here, he was pretty             sure he should have just gone to jail-except            he wouldn't have been-Sam had said that it was            the Death penalty or this.               This was fucked up.            "Dude, the last person who made a move to take            my pudding got a broken nose." And he'd got a             trip to the hole, but no matter.

[edgessoften]

this town tears me apart

[edgessoften]

It hadn’t taken Derek long to realize that something was different about the man, though he couldn’t quite place it. The man’s scent was… confusing, to say the least. There was a definite scent that clung to the man, one that Derek was use to, one of his own kind, but something else nearly covered it up and Derek had to blink a few times to bring himself away from focusing on the man’s scent to, instead, focus in on the man’s words.

"What do you want to know then?"

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"Well, let's start with the multiple deaths around town," Dean started, shooting his eyebrows up. "They're far from normal."

Rubbing the back of his neck, the hunter tried to figure out how to approach this in  a more professional manner, rather than letting his anger rule his head. Everyone in this town had been giving him the run around even the god damned sheriff, Dean was getting impatient and he was ready to leave and give the job to other hunters-and honestly, giving this town to other hunters wouldn't be good for the town, he could tell there were more than just one kind of supernatural here, whether they were the reasons for these deaths or not.

"And don't you dare start bullshitting to me, I'm not stupid, this whole town seems to think I am."

[saltxxxburn]

   ”What? Do I have something on my face? What are you looking at?”

[curiositykilledthecastiel-deact]

"Eh…you seem to have something on your eyes and mouth…." stares awkwardly

[saltxxxburn]

  Something on his eyes and mouth? Dean's brow pulled together and he ducked into the bathroom. "Son of a bitch!"             Grabbing for a wash cloth, Dean scrubbed at his face but it was like he'd never even touched it. What the hell, was this some kind of joke... maybe a-fuckm that witch they'd ganked last night had be uttering all kind of stuff! "I'm a painted whore."

[saltxxxburn]

   "What? Do I have something on my face? What are you looking at?"

[saltxxxburn]

admission: d. winchester. {v; just a little mad}

name ;; dean winchester face claim ;; jensen ackles group (fandom) ;; supernatural crime (s) ;; grave desecration,                     four counts of murder,                    identity theft, arson, theft,                    misc occult crimes, illegal                     possession of weaponry                     and kidnapping. diagnosis ;; paranoid schizophrenia, PTSD                      (post-traumatic stress disorder),                      substance abuse, manic episodes,                      symptoms of bipolar disorder,                      and hallucinations.                       background story;; born to mary and john winchester in                                    lawrence kansas, dean was a happy                                    child, even happier when his brother                                   sam was born. he'd always wanted to                                   be a big brother. when sam was six                                   months old, the yellow-eyed-demon,                                   azazel broke into his brothers nursery                                   and fed him demon blood-his blood.                                   their mother just happened to go in                                   at the wrong time and was killed,                                    pinned to the ceiling and burned,                                   the whole house going down with her.                                   it was just dean, sam and their father                                   now. john winchester became obsessed                                   with catching the motherfucker who                                   killed his wife. he became a hunter,                                   teaching his sons the skills to survive                                   and hunt down the things that could                                   hurt them. they moved around, slept                                   in the impala and cheap motels. dean                                   looked after his brother the best he                                   could over the years, as they grew up.                                   years passed and sam went off to college                                   and dean did what he knew best, hunting.                                   then one day john went missing and dean                                   sought out his brother and they went on                                   the road, doing the family business. saving                                    people and killing monsters.                                   over time, they got in plenty of trouble,                                   often with the law. of course people didn't                                   believe what they told them, most people                                   didn't until they saw it themselves. thirty-                                   five now, dean winchester and his brother                                   had been on a hunt, killing a nest of                                    vampires when they were suddenly caught.                                   protecting his brother, dean took the fall,                                    taking the blame. in an attempt to keep dean                                   from going to prison, sam talked dean into                                   pleading insanity. and that's how he ended                                    up in happy trails psychiatric ward.

[notsammyanymore-accountabandone]

It costs more than your car, dude.

[notsammyanymore-accountabandone]

Sam took a deep breath to calm down himself. Why always everything was so complicated with his brother?

The young Winchester looked at him indifferently, not having the strength to do more than just give him a meaningful look. "Dean, I explained you that the virus from your computer is not working for the people …” Winchester rolled his eyes, looking at the pages, which previously he put together on the table. “Possible .. although he didn`t look like the man who would be able to control it …”

He shrugged, giving him one of the pages. “Look here … photo from yesterday from the monitoring … ~” Sam leaned back to look at his brother. “~ Guy doesn`t have a shadow …”

[saltxxxburn]

"That's not why I shot it, you ass," Dean huffed, giving him a look. "It was that time that one of us broke the line of salt in our room," he told him, neglecting to admit that it had been him that had broken it. In the end it made him the one in the wrong and Dean didn't want to hear it, they had enough blame on their shoulders. Little stuff like that shouldn't really matter, shit happened, you know?

     "Well it happened during at them, I was shooting at that shapeshifter and he moved and I ended up shooting the fuckin' laptop. Was pretty bummed about it, actually..." "Let's just do this," he said finally, leaning in and squinting at the picture on the screen, frowning. Nope. No shadow. "Well, shit, Sam, that could be anything, witches, demonic possession-hey look at this," he uttered and he zoomed, in dragging the picture until he came upon an insane shadow where it wasn't supposed to be.

         The face looked familiar. "Huh? What would you say that looks like, Sammy?"

[sunnyedge-deactivated20210308]

[plotsforall]

Plot # 54: After Midnight (inspired by Hinder’s Lips of an Angel, suggested by anonymous)

Muse A and Muse B were in a tumultuous relationship years ago. It was full of lust and desire, but the young lovers had a tendency for hot-tempered, vicious arguments. They broke up mutually and moved on, realizing that the situation was never going to give way to something healthy, but neither truly got over the other. Even though Muse A and Muse B are both in loving, stable relationships in the present time, it lacks the fervor of the connection they had with each other, and thoughts constantly wander to their old flame, wishing their new relationship had that same passion. Late one night, Muse B picks up the phone and dials Muse A, simply wanting to hear their voice. Muse A is shocked and hesitant to speak with Muse B considering their significant other is sleeping in bed in the next room, but is unable to hang up, emotions running high. The calls continue nightly in secret. After several conversations, both agree they need closure to move on, and decide to meet in person.

[saltxxxburn]

       I want to appear Ｓ Ｔ Ｒ Ｏ Ｎ Ｇ  —-                                                         Even if I’m вяσкєη inside

[saltxxxburn]

Let it snow, let it snow, let it snooow.

[crowleytm]

"Must’ve been with that brother of yours, maybe Bobby took you both out." Crowley smiled softly, gaze falling briefly. He really felt it was a shame that Dean never had more of a childhood. But well, better late than never. "I’ll be happy to build one with you. I haven’t built a snowman for centuries, but it’s not too hard."

Crowley licked over his lips, the demon king not needing to worry about lack of warmth. “I’ve no problem with keeping warm. But if you’re freezing your buns off afterward, I’ll be happy to give you another massage. Full body, this time.” He smirked, grabbing the end of Dean’s sleeve and leading him outside.

It was cold enough for it to snow outside though there was still no snow to be seen, just sleet and a slight dampness to the air. But Crowley raised his hand, closing his eyes and muttering quietly to himself. Seconds later, flakes of snow began to fall. Though the snow fell a little thicker than regular snow, it was still gentle against everywhere it landed and it wasn’t long at all until there was enough snow to build a snowman.

"There." Crowley smiled at Dean. "Hey." He leaned forward to brush his fingers against Dean’s nose, picking up a snowflake that hadn’t melted. "This was on your nose. I think it was the first snowflake to fall. Trust it to find the cutest landing spot." He grinned, using his magic to keep the snowflake intact.

[saltxxxburn]

Good thing Crowley had dragged him out by his sleeve, because Dean had been a little floored by the offer of the full body massage. He didn't really have time to think about it too much and by the time the snow started, Dean was smiling and had forgotten all about it.

He laughed under his breath, tipping his face towards the cold, falling snowflakes, evening going as far as sticking out his tongue to catch one. When Crowley came into his personal space, the hunter was confused at first until he saw what the King of Hell had sitting on his fingertips. Dean rolled his eyes and smirked at the other man, giving him a knowing look before he took a proper look at the snowflake. It was pretty awesome how he managed to stop it from melting.

Dean wasn't sure where the urge had come from. One moment the hunter was peering at the flake and the next his hand had come up and secured Crowley's wrist, dragging it closer. They'd been fucking around with whatever this was between him and the King of Hell, but he was finally sick of stepping around it and he'd leaned in and caught the snowflake on his tongue, lips brushing over the digit of Crowley's finger as he did so.

             Awkward. 

He was suddenly red in the face, his ears burning, but Dean just shrugged it off and laughed breathlessly, embarrassed.

          Dean Winchester did not have chick flick moments. C'mon.

                    "C'mon, lets build the stupid snowman."

[leximilk]

I do not have daddy issues.

[leximilk]

Holy shit, this guy is actually.. blushing. That probably shouldn’t make him grin as wide  as it does. Who the hell blushes?

    Stiles snorted, “There is when you’re          twice the age of an 18 year old.” His           eyebrows raise at the accusing            finger. 

          “Maybe.”

[saltxxxburn]

"Dud-" he cut himself off and then crossed his arms defensively over his chest, lifting  his chin. He knew the kid was giving him shit and fuck it was attractive, but Dean couldn't help his defensive side, and apparently his  so called defensive side didn't like the fact he couldn't say 'Dude.'

           "Look, 'Daddy'," he growled out, his eyes glinting in amusement. "I'm just here for some information. I got a job to do."

     Keep it cool, Winchester. Don't let him see just how much that kicked you in the pants. 

Dean dragged out his FBI badge and hung it in front of his face. "Agent O'Connor."

[crowleytm]

We're all going to burn in Hell anyway.

[crowleytm]

"Of course I’m serious. You haven’t truly tasted a pie until you’ve had one of mine," he grinned. "So, what flavour are you in the mood for? Apple? Pumpkin? Cherry? Pecan? Cream?" His eyes glittered at the last option, his smirk widening. Crowley had a filthy mind.

"No need to pay me, that smile of yours is payment enough." Crowley said honestly, standing up and pulling on a brown apron he pulled from nowhere. The white aprons were strictly torture only, the brown aprons for cooking. "Now, what flavour?"

[saltxxxburn]

Dean suddenly looked like a kid caught in a candy store, his eyes wide and there was an enthusiastic twinkle there. How was he supposed to pick, he had favorites, of course he did. Apple was fantastic, great and a little boring for a challenge. He, however, had an all time favorite-wait a moment. Color flooded his cheeks and ears, making his freckles stand out and he straightened up.

       Did Crowley just-his mind was a blank.

   "P-Pecan," he mumbled finally, clearing his throat. "Pecan definitely, it's my favorite." Awkward. Dean decided to avoid looking at him and turned his gaze to the ceiling for a moment before his eyes wandered back, jaw a little slack as he kept his eyes on Crowley's back.

       Was Crowley into him? He wasn't as disturbed as he should be.