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M!A: he thinks he's in a relationship with everyone he meets
asksamanthamarie asked you:
She blinked and waved. "Hi. Your accent is bostonian, right?"
"Yep, that's me! Born and raised most of my days...hey, you're cute! Tell me about yourself, hot stuff!" He inches closer and closer to her, grinning flirtily with her.
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((<33 Rp with me sometime!))
//is your goal to rip out my heart and shoot it? because that's what's happening. ((pleasedon'tstopiloveyourstories))
Allow me to quote Jack McBrayer/Felix when I say: "NNNNNO!"
That's not my goal at all. ;__; I just have to get through the tough times so there can be more fluffy and adorable moments. ((ohmygoshthankyousomuch!<33))
asksamanthamarie is in your sight
'Another one? How strange.' "Good evening." She tips her hat, trying to be polite to the new visitor.
"Hah. Funny story. Dean and Sam hate my guts just because I'm a shifter. They didn't even think to ask much. I'm a hunter too. As well as monsters, I hunt demons and viruses and ghosts." She sighed. "Not many people in the gamer world appreciate me."
"The what world?" He tilted his head and got even more confused over the situation. "It's unusual for monsters to be hunters. I can see why they reacted the way they did."
"Dean talks about you alot. So I figured I might as well come see what all the fuss was about." She shifts into human form. "So, if I'm a good shapeshifter, will you kill me?"
He blinked a little and shook his head. "No. If you deserve to die I'm sure Dean would have done that already." He trusted Dean that much. Knew he wouldn't make foolish choices.
"Nice to meet you." She grinned. "Do you share the Winchester's aversion to good monsters? Or do you hate all of them, even if they are good."
"I believe that it differs." He blinked a little and stared down at the dog. "How do you know I know the Winchesters?"
She walked up in dog form, sniffing around his feet. "You smell like cotton candy and clouds and stardust. And alcohol. Who are you?"
He stared at the dog and narrowed his eyes, taking a step back. "Uhm... I'm Castiel." He replied, a tad bit confused.
