#itsrenaissanceman

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itsrenaissanceman

"You have really pointy hair."

[perditioner]

[ assumption ] I'm willin' to bet money, that you're jealous of my hair, and the fact that I rock the look way better than you.

message me with an assumption that you make about me and I will reply to it with whether it is true or false 

               -- I'd rather have no hair than your hair.

[repentiisms-archive-blog]

"It's okay, Dean. You have a pretty great ass too."

[ fuck he knows. abort! ]

[nochickflickmomentsmyass]

All Your Darkest Fears [closed w/ itsrenaissanceman]

Dean pulled the Impala up to Beach City Grill. 

"Why are we stopping?" Sam asked.

"Because I'm freakin' starving," Dean said, getting out of the car, "Come on." Sam rolled his eyes, but followed his brother and hoped the place sold salads. 

"Hey there, sweetheart."

And of course Dean was already flirting with the waitress.

"I'll take a ten inch meat lovers and whatever rabbit food you've got for gigantour over here." He pointed to Sam, who fixed Dean with his best bitchface. They were supposed to be on a hunt. They had gotten wind of something in the Santa Cruz area that left people nearly blinded with fear. Anytime they'd try to interview a victim, they wouldn't even be able to speak. It was one nasty son of a bitch, and they didn't even know what it was yet.

Cas was out searching. Before he left, he'd mentioned that he sensed something evil, but he couldn't put his finger on it. 

And they were stopping for sandwiches. 

Typical. 

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Wide Awake

Send me "Wide Awake" and I'll tell you a random 3AM thought my character would have about yours

[ admit it, he has a nice fucking ass — heh, fucking. ass — damnit i need sleep. ]