YES I wear my galaxy vans basically every single day I’m surprised they haven’t fallen apart but they’re still pretty perfect. And I adore my jellyfish vans too those are also the best.
89) What is something you wish you had more of?
Self-control and self-discipline
Or like as far as actual things go... I wish I had more pictures/ photos, I feel like I’m going to forget little important things but I never remember to take pictures
celestial-sam replied to your post “I have a new icon and a new mobile theme and I like them a lot ❤”
So pretty!!!
Thank you <333 I think so too c:
casthartic replied to your post “I have a new icon and a new mobile theme and I like them a lot ❤”
i love your new icon <3
*hugs* thank you so much! I’m all giddy and ready for the warm part of spring to come :)
I know that when it comes to me changing my icon, it basically means just changing the background on it but I want to have this one element (in this case the same cute picture of Cas) that doesn’t make my followers go “wtf is this person?”
Hey congratulations on 8k!! You really deserve it, your blog is so great!! I don't know if you're still doing the whole blog rate/screen cap thing but if you are could I get season one Sam being happy?
Of course! Happy Sam is the best Sam :)
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Wow, I super duper got carried away with this, it ended up being just under 900 words… but here ya go… bit of angst and injury but I promise it’s all gonna be okay in the end!
(send me a pairing and a number)
DeanBenny + 33. “Please Don’t do this.”
Ithad been a petty argument. One that Dean regretted now.
Hewas angry, stormed out their small apartment. It was raining and he’d left hiskeys inside so he walked. Walked until his shirt was soaked through and histrousers stuck to his legs. He didn’t care though.
Notuntil he heard his name being shouted from down the street. Part of him wantedto get up from the bench, the other wanted him to stay put, listen to whatBenny had to say. He should give him the benefit of the doubt, believe what hewas trying to tell him was true, that he wasn’t screwing the woman in the café theyfrequented during work breaks.
“Dean?”Benny breathed heavily. Turned out, Dean hadn’t moved and now Benny was here,rain dripping from his short, cropped hair and soaking through his jacket.
Deanstood, more abrupt and aggressive than he intended and Benny took a step back.
“Whatdo you want, Benny?” He spat.
Benny’sface seemed to soften though, which threw Dean entirely.
“Iain’t doing anything with that girl, Dean. I promise you that.” He reasoned. “C’mon,come back home, Cher, get out this rain so we can talk properly.” Benny took atentative step forward, arms out as if to embrace him.
“Pleasedon’t do this,” Dean sniffed, he wiped a hand over his face and carded itthrough his hair in frustration. “Not you, Benny,”
Bennylet him stand close, let him shove him back. It was clear Dean needed this.
“Giveus whatever money you’ve got!” A voice shouted from beside them, making themboth jump back. They both turned to see a man with a small handgun in his grip,shaking slightly from either the cold or fear – or both.
Both,Dean and Benny stepped back. Dean had nothing on him, he’d stormed out theapartment with just a short sleeved t-shirt and his jeans. Benny was alreadydigging in his back pocket for his wallet and phone. There wasn’t much theycould give him.
“Here,this is all I have, he ain’t got nothin’ on ‘im.” Benny drawled.
BeforeDean knew it, the man had taken off and Benny was on the floor. He hadn’t evenregistered the gunshot. Dean threw himself down on his knees beside him andtried to pick the bigger man up into his lap.
“Benny?”Dean said with a watery voice. Blood was seeping into the sleeve of Benny’sjacket. “Hey, Benny!”
“I’mfine, chief,” Benny replied, he was dazed a little and his words were slurred. “badshot, got me in the arm,”
“Sonof a bitch!” Dean exclaimed and he tried to hold pressure on the bleedingwound. “We gotta get you to a hospital,” It was then, he realised they had nophone or any means of calling one.
“Mileaway, just walk.” Benny suggested, he was taking deep breaths, trying to calmhimself down.
“We can’twalk, you’re hurt, you idiot!” Dean scoffed, he threaded his free hand throughBenny’s hair.
“Hey,wanna know where I’ve been these past few weeks…”
“Nowyou wanna tell me? You couldn’t have told me before?” Dean demanded, what waswith him, it took Benny getting shot for him to tell him.
“Been,tryin’ to find a ring… Angela was just helpin’ me, her father owns the jewellerystore in town.”
“God,Benny…” Too many thoughts were racing through his head as he tried to digestthe information. Buying a ring? For him? Was he going to propose to him? They’donly been together for four and a half years.
Bennyseemed to catch on to the thoughts going through his head and reached up hisgood arm and cupped it round his cheek. On most occasions they weren’t the mosttouchy feely kind of couple, but it seemed when one of them was lying on thefloor with a bullet in their arm in the middle of a rain storm, it was a goodtime.
“Wasn’tgonna propose to ya, not yet anyway, more a promise ring. It was gonna be atungsten ring with this nice pattern engraved and have this tiny green jade in.Angela found one that looked like your eyes.” His words were getting more andmore slurred as the pain heightened and he lost more blood, but Dean understoodevery word. His heart ached now, like it had when they’d met at the very coffeeshop that Angela owned.
“Wow,Benny…”
“Don’tsay anythin’, I need ta get up,” Benny announced, already trying to sit up fromhis awkward position against Dean’s lap. It was madness that they hadn’t movedalready.
“Alright,come on big guy,” Dean huffed as he stood up and help Benny up with him, thebigger man was leaning against him heavily and it was a chore to walk. Theybegan though, slow, steady pace towards the hospital.
Harshwords and accusations forgotten, and for Dean’s sake Benny asked him to forgetthat he’d mentioned anything about the ring, reminding him that it was supposedto have been a surprise, hence the secrecy.
“Whatring?” Dean had answered, giving him a flashing smile and a wink as the nursestook Benny off him and into a cubical to sort him out.
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thank you!!
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I feel like I need to express how much I adore your url, it's just so cool like woah
aaah thank you!! :D I really like thinking about what Sam would see if he was trapped by a djinn, because what would his perfect reality be? we never get to know but I would very much love to know.
