Dean stands in the doorway of Sam’s room with a bottle of jack under his arm and two glasses held haphazardly with both hands. “Get up- we’re done being inside- it’s time to day drink” how long has it been since they could just shoot the shit?
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Dean stands in the doorway of Sam’s room with a bottle of jack under his arm and two glasses held haphazardly with both hands. “Get up- we’re done being inside- it’s time to day drink” how long has it been since they could just shoot the shit?
Broken inside out,
There is no one to understand you. You have to take decisions on your own. No one helps you. They don't decide for you. They leave because, they don't want to get involved in your problems. They have their own lives to deal with. You get stuck with yourself, not knowing what to do. There is no one to understand you. No one you can trust. Everyone are same. All of them use you. All of them hurt you. All of them hate you. They make you hate yourself..................................... YOU'RE BROKEN INSIDE OUT !!!!!
“Hey- you’re little girlfriend thinks we’re both neat-o. Don’t mess it up. Ya know, like getting all your hair everywhere. Did you shave the beard yet? She thinks we’re cool, dude, one sight of that and we’re made.”
“So- what’s the play?” If Sam and Dean were going after God she wanted in.
@failedbeliever
he’s made himself quite comfortable at the table, eating what was left of bacon that must have been made hours ago. there’s a distinct crunch as he bites into what was now cold and hard. but he appears to be unfazed by it, only stopping when finally sam stepped through the threshold and into the kitchen.
‘ samuel. it’s been quite some time, now hasn’t it? please, do have a seat. we’ve much to discuss. ’
Continued from here @failedbeliever
Lilith was unmoved, and unstartled as well as unsurprised, by his sudden outburst, his....demand for all things to be made clear. She let him calm down, saying nothing immediately, refusing to be forced into a reply, to make it seem as if she was...rewarding his attitude, his behaviour.
Eventually, when enough time, and silence, had passed, she moved in her seat, crossing her legs as she looked at him. “You ask for the ‘dirty, gritty truth’ of it all...but the real truth is there isn’t one. Not that everyone knows, at least. The world was made in lies and secrets...trust me, even in the Garden things were never clear, never openly revealed”
@failedbeliever
“samuel winchester.”
she stood in the grand double doors to her home, head tilting at the sight of him. her gaze softened some, always having a weak spot for the younger brother. stepping to the side, the prince allowed him room to step over the threshold if he so chose.
“what brings you here?”
@failedbeliever / demon dean .
❝i ain’t going to be your bitch anymore . you got an issue , deal with it alone.❞