#c:dean

[rohanxwalsh]

starter for @dean-walker location: Old Maple Way

Rohan admired Dean's hard work, he did not know the guy that well but he saw how hard they worked. They have only spoken a few times but the detective was trying his best to make more friends be less scary and grumpy. "Do you need a hand? Looks like it," he spoke as he walked toward the other taking off his jacket and helped pick up a bag and moving it closer to the male.

[kennedyxneills]

Kennedy📲Dean

Kennedy: hey have you heard anything about the house in stoughton?? no ones getting back to me and i'm getting worried

Kennedy: god i don't know what to do right now

Kennedy: just keep refreshing hopeing for SOMETHING

[mscarleighaortiz]

location: gym

status: Closed/ @deanbailleres​

Carleigha had met Dean years ago, it between tours if she remembered correctly. To an outside it probably seemed odd to say they bonded over time spent at war, even more odd to know that her time in battle had been over a half a century before his. Still she enjoyed his company and he’d offered to help keep up her ‘battle skills’. She’d learned a few things here and there, picked up a few moves sparring with lovers and enemies or both but training with Dean was different. There was something down to earth about it. Sometimes as much as he was training her to protect herself, she was helping him, ensuring he knew how to handle himself against any creature. 

Making her way quickly inside she gave him a look as she set her bag down. “Don’t look at me like that, I’m not that late..and it’s been a rough week.” 

[sinfulhymns]

@mccnxhild​

At first, coming to the flower shop was originally just a one-time thing, wanting a more realistic flower for a tattoo because unlike Jaxon he wasn’t as confident in his floral tattoos and didn’t want to disappoint, now he tried to come every day just to have an excuse to talk to the other. He usually didn’t have any problem at all flirting with girls and sweet-talking his way into their pants, but with her he truly genuinely wanted to get to know her and actually sort of cared about her. So when he walked in the flower shop he ignored the weird stares of customers leaving as he approached the counter she was standing behind. He flashed her a soft genuine smile as he went to lean against the counter “I know you’re probably getting tired of seeing me, but I really need your assistance in picking out a perfect ‘Forget me Not’ if you aren’t too busy.” He nervously chewed on his bottom lip feeling the gazes of the other costumers on the back of his head “But um, if you don’t have time I could always come back later you do see a little busy.” 

[absoluteconstruct]

Better Plays // Griffin & Dean

Griffin had packed what he could and sat on the sofa as he tried to call Fitz only to get nothing but voice messages. Trying again he cursed as he heard the mailbox was full and he  threw the phone "Fuck!" he said.

[thedeadwhisperer]

Melody was just putting away a body when the doors opened. “Got a body transfer for you, Mel.” He started reading facts off the seat. “Autopsy is already done. Clearly alcohol poisoning from the size of the liver but some girl got a transfer for him so he can be close to family or something.” He threw the board on top of the bag without much care. “You can still show a little dignity for the dead, Randall.” She rolled her eyes. “He’s dead. He ain’t gonna feel it.” He shouted while walking away from her. 

She let out a sigh and took a read of the notes while opening up the bag of belongings. She knew what Randall was like with the dead and knew he was not above stealing from them if they had anything of any worth so she started to look between the inventory and what she actually had in the bag. Melody began to check through the bag, putting the contents on the table and ticking off what she did have and what she may have to question Randall about - again - later. Of course the best bet was to check the wallet to make sure no money was taken and that’s when she found a photo of a small boy and an obvious mother figure.

The brunette jumped when she saw a figure appear out of nowhere with the same frosty chill that she knew too well. “Crap.” She muttered under her breath. She hadn’t even tried to summon this one but clearly the photo had been of enough sentimental value to bring him to her. “Okay, hi, I’m, er, I’m Melody and you’re kinda sorta dead.” It never got easier to break that news to someone no matter how many times she did it. “Well, no, you’re actually dead. Alcohol poisoning. Erm, I’m sorry...”

{{ @ofbowlegs }}

[wtftk]

@deannamaddox

“deanna maddox, open up, it’s the police” he pounded on her door, masking his voice in a deeper tone, hoping to startle the girl. upon her opening the door, a grin on his face, “hey, did you miss me?”

[littlest-winchester]

emma had been looking for him and she had hoped that he had come. she wasn’t sure if this was exactly his thing but she had wanted at least one dance with him. her very own daddy-daughter dance. emma chewed on her pink lip -though she was sure claire would fuss at her for it- as she searched. when the red head had finally found him, her face lit up. “daddy!” she called, holding her dress up slightly as she made her way towards him. ( @d-winchestcr )