Apr 11, 2014
oh okay, that's coolio. i can write it c: i was meant to reply then i cleared out my inbox opps.
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oh okay, that's coolio. i can write it c: i was meant to reply then i cleared out my inbox opps.
"No it's not."
❝ Yes it is. It's someones birthday tomorrow. ❞
le-coeur-se-souvient replied to your post:omg, i just realised something. ben’s birthday is...
mama’s gotta make him something
mama better make him something omg
❝ Hey mom, can I ask you somethin'? ❞
Dean sat back against the seat, waiting for the rest of the crew to get back, tapping the gun against his leg. It was a straight in and out, nothing they needed him for. He just came along to get out of the goddamn camp. He was sick of everyone ragging on him about supplies or the lack of room or who didn't like who like he was some goddamn camp counselor.
He pulled his leg back at the sound of others approaching, and gripped the gun in his hand. He knew they could take care of it but there was always that possibility of not.
And then it was like the ground dropped out from underneath him. It wasn't possible.There was no fucking way she was here, no way that she would ever know to come here even if she had survived this fucked up world. But --- there she was.
"Lisa?"
does anyone want a starter?
le-coeur-se-souvient replied to your post:"That dress is beautiful on you"
I’m sure it looks better on me though.
You don't like me in dresses? It's not like it doesn't fit.
Hunting's Never Easy || le-coeur-se-souvient
There were plenty of things that Dean absolutely hated about hunting, but the thing that he hated to hunt the most was witches. They were unpredictable, and sometimes impossible to find due to the fact that the could basically be anyone that he had ever run into before. Hell, he could be a witch if he really wanted to.
Anyway. Witches. He was hunting a witch currently, but his research wasn't making much sense as it led him into town. The hunter walked down the streets in silence, thinking. He had been here before (and he knew why he had been here before), but he didn't know why a witch would be led here in particular.