#itsrosesturn

[nextgenwinchesterbros]

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❊ I want to roleplay with you

Then let’s do it!!

[let-your-demons-takeover]

Well my filtered picture has 15 likes so you can go fuck your self

Rose Webster

[sonsofhunters-blog]

✉ (littlemarywinchester)

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[text: Red] I don’t blame you. I’m glad you’re around. But I bet you’d have a better life away from us. [deleted]

[sonsofhunters-blog]

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Will glanced over at Mary. He reached over and took her hand in his own. He laced his fingers with hers and gave her hand a gentle squeeze, letting her know he was there.

[shinyblackchevrolet-archive]

Nope, I replied

{{ i mean i’m sitting on your reply to our thread, I just haven’t gotten to it yet

[shinyblackchevrolet-archive]

"I think I’m pregnant."

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Im blinked, staring up at Mary from her seat on the couch. Struck dumb, she couldn’t do anything but part her lips, waiting for words to come. They didn’t.Pregnant? Pregnant?

Running her hands over her face, she groaned. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” she murmured. They didn’t have the time for this, and Im didn’t have the energy. “You sure?”

[megstielshipper]

Growing up - [Closed]

Dean woke up that Saturday with a sense of foreboding just tingling down his spine. This was his last weekend of being father to a baby, on Monday his baby was going to turn into a little girl and attend her first day at kindergarten. He'd already checked every resource he could, researched every brick in the building to make sure no ghosts were going to attack while she was away from him, researched every staff member and even visited them and fed them holy water, watched them eat with silver utensils to make sure there were no demons or shape shifters that would be looking after her. He still wasn't happy, wasn't entirely convinced, but he'd done everything he could to ensure the place was as safe as possible.

He lay in bed, letting his mind wrap around how his life was going to change on Monday when he heard the unmistakable sound of his door creaking open and tiny feet padding into his room. Looking down, he saw a small head bobbing across the foot of his bed, blonde curls bouncing with every step. He couldn't help but laugh a little.

"Morning." He greeted her, reaching over and plucking his daughter up off the floor so she could sit on the bed beside him. "Did you sleep well? What would you like to do today?" He asked her.