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((You've been an inspiration prose-wise, your grip on Dean as a character has been flawless, even with the added Marvel-ness, and it's sometimes really hard to remember that there's a mun behind the blog too, because Dean is so believable.))
OHHHHHH STOP IT YOU
YAY ME, I'M HERE, DIRECTING DEAN ON RARE OCCASIONS WHEN HE'S NOT GLARING ME OUT OF THE BLOG.
that thing they always try not to talk about
No.
[text] Dean, it's me. Free of Crowley. Details later. Miss you boy.
Dean blinked down at his phone.
"Well I'll be goddamned."
[text: John] There better be details.
ooc: Just saw the actor who plays Henry Winchester in an episode of CSI where he was a submissive slave.
[text] Sitting in a McDonalds in Boston to steal their wi-fi for a bit and stuff myself with cheeseburgers. Thought of you and your boys. How are things?
[text] I can’t even remember the last time I was in a McDonalds.
[text] Things are great, stuffed myself on crepes and hot chocolate, Sammy’s in bed.
[text] How’s Boston treating you?
You're gonna see your mother, boy. Bright, shining hair, nothing but love in her smile. Damn jealous that you're gonna see her before me, but she'll be happy to see you, I'm sure. You give her a kiss for me and tell her to wait a little longer. We'll all be together again some time.
He couldn’t speak, vocal cords had been cut, but he nodded all the same. Been fading all day, even with his neck stitched up. Breath rattled in his throat, wet and faint. Fingers grabbed for a part of his dad, gripping his knee tight as he could, trying to hold on.
He wasn’t ready to go.
-drunk- Boy, you dunno how much I admire you. Got your life together and even with that goddamn demon botherin' you, you don't need me. Never did. As independent as your mother, and I guess your brother. Got myself two great boys and all you got in return is a washed up failure, who can't even hunt, or look anyone in the eye anymore...
((Undressing meme)) Dean, get your goddamn clothes on. Cemetery's closed for the night and we've got a job to do. -heads to the car, calls back over his shoulder- And stop wearing the boxers, they don't give you a lick of support!
Dean gave a strangled noise of frustration at his dad’s words, pulling on some old clothes for the dirty night ahead.
