#cursedguilt

[cursedmartyr]

honestly i just wanted to sleep but instead i've been harassing my girlfriend with pictures of abraham lincoln bc she accidentally texted abe instead of babe

[funeralarchived-blog]

                           ❛     aren’t  you  a  little  young  to  be  agent     ?     ❜       @cursedguilt  ♡ ‘ ed  .

[thievin]

         ❝     you’re  wasting  your  time.    ❞      a brush against her tongue,  waste,  as if dealing her life away is satisfactory.  maybe it’s just the musing of a deadline because your life ends and you know exactly which minute your heart will stop beating.  false prophet.  head swaying,  holding her gaze on her bag,  she remarks casually.   

@cursedguilt ♥'𝚍

[deathrowpreacher]

@cursedguilt

“Provocation is one thing, but if you continue paradin’ down this road I’m liable to exoneration certain elements of m’ hospitality.”

[asphclt-a]

     ‘ PACK UP. we’re moving by dawn. ’ he’s been thinking for the last couple days about calling singer or jim, dropping dean off for awhile so he can cool off. so they both can cool off, really. but ultimately, he’s decided against it. while he’s feeling extra VOLATILE, perhaps it’s wise to have the back up. and besides, the sooner dean gets moving again . . .  the better. maybe they’ll get lucky, save some poor sonofabitch, and it’ll help. ‘ east iowa. cows comin’ up dead. ’ // @cursedguilt 

[laidre]

‘   keep ‘em up!   ‘  once soft tone has grown stern, assertive as the end of her weapon is pointed to where the sound was heard. she knew it was more than something accidentally knocked over, that was human made.   ‘  come out now an’ i won’t load one into ya.   ‘

@cursedguilt​  ♡’d for a starter.

[cursedmartyr]

winchester bros aesthetic  !

(   for  @cursedguilt   )

[cursedmartyr]

@cursedguilt   /   happy birthday,   jerk.

by comparison,   twenty - nine isn’t much of a milestone.    not like twenty - one,   when dean flaunted his ID and got  ‘ legally drunk ’  at a dive bar just because he  could  ;  or like eighteen,   when dad had gifted him the keys to the impala and told him   take care of her.    thirty would have been a milestone,   sam thinks,   heart clenching like a fist   —   but dean won’t be  alive  at thirty.    because dean has four months left to live.

it’s not that sam is giving up   —   there’s not a force on this earth or off it that could ever make him give up on his brother.    he’ll wear himself down to  nothing  if that’s what it takes.    walk straight through the gates of hell to find the demon who holds dean’s contract and die trying to break it.

but just in case  ...

he wants this day to count for something.    just in case he doesn’t get another chance.    just in case he  fails.

‘     hey.    rise and shine.     ’    setting down the coffee and donuts he’d bought at a nearby café,   he moves to swat at his brother’s blanketed foot by ways of a morning greeting.     ‘     c’mon,   old man.    pack up and caffeinate,   'cause we hit the road in twenty.     ’