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highlandxhunter replied to your post:"Goodbye" (because really, we're both gluttons for...

((… i know i asked for it but OWWWWWW))

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"Goodbye" (because really, we're both gluttons for pain)

Dean grimaced as he pushed himself up from the ground, rolling to press his back against the wall of the warehouse. The hand over the wound in his side was doing fuck all to keep the blood in. He’d called for backup, but he was thinking they weren’t going to make it in time.

Pulling his phone from his pocket, he dialed Vin’s number, swearing softly when it went to voicemail.

“Baby... hey, it’s me. It went to shit. I’m thinkin’... this is the end of the line for me though. Can’t get the bleedin' to stop. It’s okay though, doesn’t hurt any. ...You know revenge never does a hunter any good, don’t go lookin’ on my behalf. Maccha goes... goes to Izzy. Don’t do anythin’ I... wouldn’ do. It’s a short list. Tell Izzy I l... love her. ... -ragged breathing- ... Vin, I lo-”

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highlandxhunter replied to your post:"I'm about ninety percent sure the kitchen sink is...

“Hey, I offered to bury him the last time, but someone said murder was illegal so…” He sighed and leaned against the wall, trying to clean the junk from his hands. “At least it’s just one side that’s leaking like crazy…”

“It’s still illegal, but I’m thinking we can get away with it.”

Fishing out the small box of sink things, he ventured over to Vin and the wayward sink.

“Any leaking at all shouldn’t be happening.”

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"I'm about ninety percent sure the kitchen sink is cursed... Broke again. We got any shit left over from last time?"

Dean slowly looked up from his laptop. 

“Again? Can we kill the landlord yet?”

Putting it aside, he got up from the couch to go check the closet.

“Maybe. Lemme check because a lot of it went into the sink the last time.”

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April Fools’

Vin and Dean are a little notorious for pranking their co-workers. Last yes was an obstacle course for the baby hunters. This year they didn’t speak a word of English to anybody, especially their trainees.  And if you didn’t know the language, touch luck.

Dean was speaking Latin, French, Spanish, Japanese and Abyssal.

Vin was speaking Latin, Italian, Greek and Spanish.

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Wild are the Winds || Closed

He'd been planning this for months, and he had the worst case of nerves over it now than he ever had.

A vacation to Scotland with Vin. Three weeks, just them. And a nine hour flight that made his stomach flip flop.

He'd bought the tickets back in August after getting confirmation they'd get the time off. After tickets came a hotel reservation at The Scotsman. A few other surprises for Edinburgh. He'd pretty much emptied his savings account for this trip and it didn't bother him in the slightest. He wanted this to be perfect. Vin talked so fondly of his homeland and Dean was determined to surprise him with it.

The last week had been spent slowly gathering up things and packing them, sneaking in the less used clothes they owned, new toiletries, socks, undergarments, spare pairs of shoes. Finalizing pet sitting plans with Sophia and Zarya, organizing paperwork and such so that Zarya could look after that as well.

Thank fuck that the cold meds had knocked Vin out so hard last night. It gave Dean the opportunity to wash and pack the rest of their things. Double checked to make sure he had his wallet, cash, both their passports, Vin's wallet, Dean's meds, the Xanax he'd gotten from work and water bottles for the taxi drive there.

Dropping onto the couch had afforded him a few hours sleep, but he was up by four, as they had a seven o'clock flight. Putting the coffee on, he quietly got dressed in his most comfortable jeans and a henley. Pouring a mug, he carried it to their bedroom with a soft smile.

"Baby... it's time to wake up."

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highlandxhunter replied to your post:"... Is there a reason Stevie is wearing a kilt...

He coughed and watched the hedgehog wander around the living room in his rolley ball. “… He’s got the be the most relaxed pet on the planet..”

Dean walked over to him with cough drops and tea, sitting beside him. "If only more pets were as chill as Stevie. We need to clone him."

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"... Is there a reason Stevie is wearing a kilt today?"

I honestly have no idea why.