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Dear Cas: I was wondering if you ever think about sex. Maybe you think about Sammy - about those gangly long legs wrapping around you, you yanking on that long, thick hair of his. Maybe you think about leaning him over and fucking him into oblivion -- or maybe I'm getting it wrong, and you want him to fuck YOU into oblivion? This is just curiosity speaking, of course. Just, uh, get back to me on whether or not you wanna get it on with my baby bro, alright? Great.
[[PSA: Hey, so I think that I'm going to be taking a little semi-hiatus, most likely effective until mid-May. I have a very busy schedule, and I'm getting to the homestretch of the school year so I need to focus on grades. I'll be on occasionally, but not very often.
I'm tagging you if we currently have a thread going, whether you owe me or I owe you. If I'm missing you, just like this or shoot me a message.
If anyone wants to talk ooc, I have a personal and a writing blog I'll be frequenting, or ask for my skype.]]
YOU’RE IT! RULES ARE: COPY THIS MESSAGE TO 10 OTHER BEAUTIFUL BLOGS WHO YOU THINK DESERVE THIS MESSAGE! KEEP THE GAME GOING AND MAKE EVERYONE FEEL BEAUTIFUL ❤
Doctor: Beautiful blog?
Rose: Why not? Look at the background! It’s beautiful.
Doctor: What, those little fake stars? Rose, you’ve seen real stars, how can you ever settle for that picture?
Rose: Sometimes pictures are worth a million words, aren’t they? Said so yourself when we visited the Louvre.
AU | bloodofthehunter
Sam glanced over at Dean, the blinking shadows cast by the streetlamps slowing as he pulled into the motel. He didn't like it- how stoic his brother's face had become. Not that Dean had always been the most expressive guy, but lately he wasn't giving up anything. It was beyond obvious that something was wrong- at that point Sam had forced his way into driving privileges.
He threw the Impala into park and turned off the car, leaning against the seat. His eyes flickered over to Dean again. "Do you have the room key?"
"I thought you were supposed to be my way OUT of the dungeons, you dickhead!"
Oh, come on. That could have gone a lot worse. Be happy you’re still alive!
I was having a bit of a bad day, then I decided to see what good ol' Nine and Rose were up to. Totally, singlehandedly lifted my mood. You're lovely and always will be.
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Drabble, mon ami: better me than you
[ AUGH WHY. I’m making this take place on ep “The End” from season 5, when they’re at the camp. Slight AU - Making Chuck go with everyone. Chuck dies for time-traveler Dean because future Dean is a dickhole. ]
DRABBLE: My muse sacrificing themselves to save the life of yours.
Death… wasn’t entirely on Chuck’s agenda around this time. But, he knew the time would come sooner or later. The world was burning to the ground under Lucifer’s reign, and Chuck had to be the hero … at least once.
He remembers the rain hitting the windows of the dimmed vehicles, his seat had been right behind Dean’s [Should he refer to him as younger Dean?], and his hands were tightly enclosed around the clipboard with all the information on it for camp. “So-.. after we’re through with this, I think.. y’know — we should all just go back to camp, eat, and sleep for a really long time.”
If there would be an “after”.
The cars came to a stop and Chuck had a gun pushed against his chest. A sheepish look sprang on his face. He was tempted to ask to man the vehicles, but — alas, he wouldn’t let himself stay behind again. This was demon central. If none of the real demons got to him, then the virus surely would.
Chuck remembers seeing both Deans talk away from the crowd. He cast a worried glance towards the two of them as Risa pushed him forward to join the others. They were out of sight within a few minutes of departure.
After that? Chuck remembers Risa falling hard to the ground. Her body gave a t w i t c h and a w h e e z i n g cough. He barely made out her demand to “go” and “fine Dean” due to the blood pounding against his eardrums.
He darted off into the forest, his legs practically screaming at him to stop. The loud crack of thunder had him running faster with sweat burning his vision. “Dean!” Chuck cried out, his head pounding from lack of proper oxygen fueling his head.
Chuck remembered Sam throwing Dean to the ground with his foot against his throat. He held his breath, his body p a r a l y z e d as a ruffle of leaves sounded behind him. “Sa-.. Lucifer,” Chuck breathed, glancing behind him towards the other Dean. “No- nono, you need to leave,” Chuck rushed towards the Dean of the past. His palms gripped at the boy’s biceps, uselessly pushing him back towards the way he came.
He could feel the man in white peer at the two of them. Then — as clear as day — Samifer’s voice hit Chuck’s ears.
“What a surprise…”
Chuck shot Dean a h o p e l e s s look, pleading him to leave before the end dawned on him.
“I almost expected the prophet to be the first to go. This just… won’t do.”
Chuck stiffened, prying his hands away from Dean to look at Lucifer. “Don’t do this— he —,” Chuck voice wavered when he came at a loss for words.
“Your speech is just as bad at your writing. Go on. He..?”
Chuck could hear Dean’s breath behind him and then the step of his boot against the ground behind him. “He has to l i v e,” Chuck spat, grabbing the gun he had been handed from his harness.
He knew it was useless the moment he picked it up and the feel of Dean pushing to get past him only resulted in Chuck shoving him back. Chuck was able to shoot him one more look before everything went black.
The one thing Chuck should’ve remember long after his visions stopped was to never look away with Lucifer in your presence. Chuck laid there, his vision clearing from the black splotches to stare up at the once c l e a r-b l u e s k y. Now it was a deep gray.
No l i g h t. No h o p e.
No G o d…
Chuck could make out the muffle sounds of Dean’s screams and the sight of Samifer looming over him. “Dean, I-” Chuck struggled to move away from what was to come, but felt his limbs no longer of use.
“Dean, I’m s o r r y.”
There was a hauntingly peaceful look on his face as he knelt towards him and brought a hand down.
Then silence.
