#batmanxdean

[bartendinghunter]

| The Last Call |

A piece of cloth worked at the bar table top, one that had been stained a countless number of times by the drinks it kept relatively steady. While the blonde was finishing her work--cleaning up after closing down--she turned, after hearing the front double doors groaned with age. "Hey. Closed up for the night but I uh, heard you knew the bartender pretty well?"

[thesetangledknotsofliving]

+ 5

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(i need to get this place cleaned up like woah)

[ibrokeheavenarchive]

'Claimed'

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6 - Me for two nights

"So," Castiel started, sitting on the edge of the bed and smiling at Dean. "You have me at your beck and call for two nights. What will you do?"

[crowleytm]

/omg yay! do you want me to post a starter?

[I'd love that :)]

[crowleytm]

omg im glad you liked it hey bby! have you seen the preview for the next spn episode? x

[I have and I'm really excited for Dean/Crowley interactions and stuff!!]

[manyworldsofmine]

+10 have entered Vogue.com

Kurt smiled at the person who stood in front of his desk, he lent back in his chair with a very warm wand very friendly smile "welcome to Vogue.com I'm Kurt. How may I assist you?" He asked happily.

[ibrokeheavenarchive]

"All of the things about the 12 days of Christmas." Castiel answered with a slight frown, completely confused as he continued speaking. "A partridge in a pear tree does not seem like a practical gift to me. Nor does five golden rings though."

[batmanxdean]

Dean looked down at him, tightening his hold on Castiel to keep the warm male close. "It’s just a song, Cas. Plus, I wouldn’t know. I haven’t had a real Christmas… Until this year…"

[ibrokeheavenarchive]

"Oh. Right. Of course." Nodding, Castiel filed the information away, reminding himself that a song is just a song and shouldn't be taken seriously. His ears perked slightly at that, and he remembered that this would be the first real Christmas for any of them. Smiling softly, Castiel lifted a hand and ran it through Dean's hair, speaking in low tones as he did so, "It will be the first real Christmas for all of us, and I am sure it will be perfect." And even if it wasn't, it would be because they were all alive and together.

[youfindsomething]

Closed || There's a Monster Under My Bed

Coming home from a long day at work, she sighs, setting her bag down on the side table next to the front door, shutting said door and locking it. She walks down the hall into the kitchen, grabbing a glass of water before walking up the dark, mahogany stairs that lead to the woman's bedroom.

She did not hear the sinister growl, as she had been singing.

"Well, if you told me you were drowning; I would not lend a hand. Ive seen your face before my friend, But I don't know if you know who I am. Well, I was there and I saw what you did; I saw it with my own two eyes. So you can wipe off the grin, I know where you've been; Its all been a pack of lies."

Walking into her bedroom, slender fingers flip the light switch, the room filling with a soft light, booted feet taking her to her bed, the glass set down on the end table. Her boots are taken off, as well as her jeans and T-shirt, slipping a pair of shorts and a tank top over her body. 

A finger presses play, drums filling her room as she begins playing the air drums along to the music, dancing, more like swaying and rocking to the music, she doesn't care that her curtains are open, and that somebody, or something, could be watching.