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[bloodsaltedshifting]

@ghstfacr || nightamres & sleeping meme || accepting!

“I broke the lock. You were screaming.”

no matter how many time's he's tried to save him. he keeps getting the same outcome. every door he opens and runs through? sam's dead on the other side. he's killed the fucking demon three different ways. out ran it twice. and dean just can't do it. the door opens. sam's bloodied and limp. torn apart and gone. hanging and staring down at him with vacant eyes. burnt and a shadow blazed into the fucking concrete. make that make sense! you can't! cause DEAN can't!

the more he finds him broken, bloodied and dead--the more panicked dean gets. and he can't wake up. there's no waking up and he's starting to think he's not dreaming anymore. maybe he really is awake and this is some kind of fucking hell he's ended up trapped in with no escaping.

this time the door's still bloody with his handprints. crimson that's not his own. and this time sam's standing there. neck twisted. eyes rolled white and then they fill with black. teeth gnashing together with thick black dripping through them spilling between his lips, "you did this.." he hisses. wet vitriol. laced with hisses and gutteral noises in languages that haunt him from the dark. dean screams. and then there's a bang.

round, wild eyes stare at the face that comes into view. 'i broke the lock. you were screaming.' and dean's scrambling up out of bed. half dressed and his palms brushing wildly at his face. "i..uh..yeah.. wow," one swings to cup the back of his neck and he jerks the other one towards the bed puffing out a hasty laugh. brush it off. don't let her see you sweat. literally. "spider! whew... thank god. you busted the lock--wait--you what?" he jerks an impressed brow up. anything to get that vision out of his head. ANYTHING!

[shadowbrn]

❝ i have a spare bed. ❞

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[qapsiel]

@ghstfacr in response to lies

                            GOOD LUCK TRYING TO BAN AN ANGEL TO HELL WITHOUT GOD'S HELP. That only ever happened once (to Lucifer, obviously). And anyway, Castiel knows how to get out of the pit; he saved Dean's soul and Sam's body from there, after all. "I once lied to Sam and Dean," he says with a frown. "What makes you better than them?"

[razorfst]

"What did I say that made you think I didn't want to know you?" { same verse lol }

Maybe he was getting irrationally angry, something he couldn't help. Getting into his own head, telling him almost every negative thought and making him think even the smallest things could be a sign of something more. It was also the fact he shouldn't get close to her, to anyone. He couldn't help but shake his head and turn fully towards her. "It's not what you said exactly." He grumbles out, expression stern as it was partially honest. "I'm not worth the time to get to know, there isn't a point." Andrei half shrugged. "It's better if you don't and so I'm saving us both the trouble." Look and be as unfriendly as possible right? That's all he had to do. No one would want to be around him if that was the case, a safe precaution for everyone involved. "You don't have to pretend, I'm not an idiot."

Confrontation Prompts | Accepting | @ghstfacr

[cosmicjest]

@ghstfacr continued from here

〝Okay, fine, you caught me.〞He rumbles a low chuckle, head tilted, eyes begging the heavens to open a hole in the ground and swallow him up. 〝You should know, I don't share.〞His tone is serious, though his expression is light. There's a small smile adorning his lips. If his cheeks are a little pink, it's just because the bar is crowded and hot. Still, he winds his arms around her as she tucks herself against him. His chin rests atop her head for a few moments before he pulls back and kisses her forehead. 〝And I definitely ain't sharin' you.〞

[aintashes]

daryl's head lifts from his project as @ghstfacr approaches. his hands are occupied by a chain on his motorcycle, oily lubricant staining his palms as well as the rag he's using to spread it all across each linking piece.

‘ what's up? ’ the tool held in his teeth wobbles a little as he speaks, eyes squinting at her through the afternoon sun. holding the rag against the mouth of the lubricant bottle, daryl pours a little more onto the fabric.

[ruinedmyselfarc]

@ghstfacr [ . . . ]

( sms: jules ) I’m sure if I hadn’t you’d have heard otherwise by now.

( sms: jules ) You said that like I’d need an excuse..

[lcstinfantasy]

closed starter for @ghstfacr

"jesus fuck -- do you just hide in corners? is that a thing?" rafe asks, being caught off guard by her presence. not that he was against it but she was hiding behind the door like a little creep.