#dontscratchtheimpala

[faiththesinfulslayer]

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Kicking at the scratchy motel blanket, Faith turned onto her side while propping her head in her hand and flashed Dean a knowing grin. "A possible vampire's nest, huh?" The amusement Faith felt at Dean's oh-so-transparent lie could be heard around the edges of her still per-caffinated morning voice. Swatting at the local newspaper Dean had been reading in bed, Faith pounced on the hunter, holding the small town paper out of his reach above his head as she straddled him. "Dude, I might not have graduated high school, but I can read! There is a county fair or some shit in that area complete with a pie eating contest! The only thing you're looking to stab and slice into is about 30 different varieties of pies!" Faith laughed, tossing the newspaper onto the floor beside the bed. @dontscratchtheimpala

[agentjohnson-of-shield]

"What are you smiling at?"

Daisy, as usual, was clicking and clacking away on her laptop as the words of a familiar voice droned in and out. “...Hm..?..” Her slight grin still hanging off the corners of her mouth.

[bravelittletrickster]

A Ghost From the Past || Closed

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The hunter couldn’t help but cringe as he listened. The whole ordeal sounded horrible. Gabriel wasn’t one Dean’s favourite people, but he was definitely glad to get him out of this horror. He owed him that much.

“Don’t worry. I’ll get you as far away as possible. Let you recover.”

“Thank you, Dean,” he grunted. He just wanted to fall asleep and not wake up for another five years. Gabriel was honestly glad that Dean couldn’t see his wings on this plane or he would have so many more questions to answer.

“Call it, returning the favour.” The archangel had sacrificed himself to take out Lucifer. At least now he could save his life in return.

Once getting out of the building, he takes them to where he’d left the Impala.

Gabriel leaned most of his weight on Dean, his steps unsteady and falling heavy on the ground. He let out a derisive laugh. “Y’didn’t need to do that. I figured I already paid enough for it.” He collapsed onto the passenger seat once the door was open, groaning, “Sorry if I bleed on your car.”

[swoopingxisbad]

travel through time

Alistair looked around, confused. he touched his clothing and checked himself over. He took a nasty spill fighting  that demon, but he never thought of his. a car honked at him and he yelled, jumping and slamming his sword on the hood. “Andraste, a beast made of steel...” he mumbled, horrified.

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[billsxbabyxgirl]

@dontscratchtheimpala liked for a Rocky’s AU starter!

Dean had been summoned into town for some problem with the realtor lady who wanted to buy the bar.  That left Jo in charge.

Which meant, blaring country music over the speakers and the waitress in question grinding against one of the patrons. She had to admit, it was good to be the boss. 

[sam-winchester-hunting-log]

No Road Home

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❈ to trap our muses in the cursed town of Silent Hill with no weapons.

The brothers had gotten into enough car accidents for Sam to recognize the pain he was in as he lay slumped against the door of the Impala. He felt dizzy, the pain and stiffness of his hair spoke of a head injurt. That was not good.

Dean was going to pissed about the car!

Sam weakly, hesitating from pain, groped at his seatbelt buckle, “D-dean?”

His voice was weak and laced with pain as he asked for his brother. He needed to know if he was okay. Wherever they were, it was so cold. Sam was shivering.

[respect-the-king]

✿ - to grab my muse by the throat and pin them to a wall/table/floor/etc

The noise that left Crowley’s mouth as he was pinned down on the table was halfway between a grunt and moan. “Oh, Squirrel,” he hummed, smirking up the hunter. “You really know how to get me all hot and bothered, don’t you?”

[noditchablepromdate]

“Get used to disappointment." (princess bride meme)

“Oh, believe me, I’m used to it,” Bobby said sourly, eyeing the empty bottle. “Next time, though, you can ask first or bring your own.”