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aroundandroundthetable replied to your post:offthehunt: I have a lot of Dean Smith feels right...
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tis okay, I'm going to go read that fic before I get uber pissed at that anon. I will NOT stand for hate. That is NOT okay. EVER.
Coming Clean || aroundandroundthetable
When he landed it was there. Yelling. Loud brash talking, words filled with disdain and hurt. And when he stepped out of the TARDIS, it was there. He was curious, and normally he would have stepped in, he would have gone over. Normally.
Instead he began to stroll down the street in search of something he'd yet to know of. The Doctor thought briefly he'd been alone for too long. But it was brief. He was fine. Travelling alone was okay. He was okay.
How was it any of his business if two people were fighting anyways? Let them work it out. The Doctor couldn't have gone further than seventy paces from the TARDIS, in direction opposite of that motel, when he turned. He was a Doctor, a hero. He should-- could fix this somehow, right?
Children crying, people fighting. This was where he shone.
aroundandroundthetable replied to your post “ follow these dorks”
WOAH WHAT WHAT WHAT ARE YOU DOING NO STAHP
don't tell me how to live my life just accept my love and also let's do the thing for real
"Deal with it."
Send one to see how my muse reacts.
“Deal with it?” Dean repeated his brother sounding practically flabbergasted.
His shoulders tensed and broadened, “I already said no. I’m not gonna let you try to break the damn deal, Sam.” How many times had they gotten into this argument now— too many. If they find a way to break the deal Sam will die. Dean couldn’t have that. Not now, not ever.
"And I swear to God if you bring it up again I’m not gonna hold back."
Tis the season || Open RP
Days before Christmas. Weeks actually, but Dean was already jumping into the holiday spirit. Returning to the motel from his supply run, be practically busted down the door with a huge grin, eggnog and beer in hand, "Ho, ho, ho, Bitch."
With a laugh, Dean slid over to the small table by the window to set down his purchases. "So I was thinking," he began, popping open a beer, "We should get one of those tiny trees. You know like the ones the size of a gnome or something."
