#lost--prayers

[lost-moonlight]

Justin Maravilla

[monster-of-the-brain-blog]

Tumblr ate all of my replies, so I'm gonna tag everyone I've been roleplaying with. Like this post if I haven't replied and I'll go find our posts. If I have, then ignore this. Thank youuu.

[bearlybenny]

Hard Times

    Sam rubbed his eyes, the dark circles under them evident, and stifled a yawn. He carried the large bag he was holding towards the room down the hall from his and Dean's bedroom that they had deemed the nursery and set it down. On the floor was a half finished crib that Sam had designed himself- complete with a changing table and bottom drawers for storage.

    It exhausted him to build, but for now he sat down in the middle of the room to continue it. It was only more exhausting that Sam took such pride in his work and wouldn't let it be anything less than perfect for his little girl.

    Despite his fatigue, it made him smile to think of her. She'd be coming soon, and he couldn't wait to put her in the little onesies and diapers he'd been buying lately. And to feed her formula from little Disney-themed bottles, and to kiss her tiny baby toes. Pausing, Sam looked absentmindedly out the window for a few minutes until an idea hit him. He pulled out his phone to text his brother, wherever he was. 

text: Dean: What do you think of the name Grace?

[bearlybenny]

Lilacs... (it was the first thing that popped into my mind)

(You’re wonderful!)

Sam smiled and scratched his cheek, expression brightening. “Summers with Dean. We were laying out in the sun somewhere and Dad was fixing the Impala. I could smell the flowers and dirt and car grease and the wind and Dean. It was an amazing few days.”

[patiturxetxdamnati]

'Do it.'

22. My muse blurts out something they find attractive about yours

"You know, Dean…you’re eyes are just…too captivating…”