Mar 20, 2018
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Dean and pie
There might be hyperventilating over dearoline right now.
[SMS: Partner in Crime]
Caroline: Deanisonnnnnnn.
Caroline: Did you know the bartender here wansts to have yr babies?
"I'm dying." *
"No."
She shifted back a few steps, he shaky hand reaching for her lips he constantly complimented her on. It wasn’t possible, it couldn’t be. They’d just met almost a month ago and there was no way Rebekah was going to lose him, not like this. Since the moment they’d met he’d been there for her, he’d been her rock as she trained and learned everything he had to teach her. She was who she was because of him, thanks to him.
“Dean.. There has to be something we can do. There’s always something. You- You’ve overcome this before, you can do it again!”
Hunting skills weren’t the only thing she’d been learning. Every single one of his stories left the girl in complete awe, a small hint of envy that she wasn’t there to witness them sometimes took over. Her head shook continuously as her eyes contemplated everything around them to avoid any type of eye contact. She was strong, but she was still a girl. A very hormonal one at that.
”We are going to fix this. We are going to fix this if it’s the last thing I do, okay? Don’t you dare die on me, Winchester. The only way you will be dying is if I kill you on one of my bitch fits that you love so much.”
Tears were beginning to border her bottom lids and her nose was cherry red but that was as far as she would go. She wasn’t going to cry, she couldn’t. But she couldn’t just stand there either. Ignoring the rules of being graceful and feminine, Rebekah ran to him, wrapping her arms around his torso and digging her face in the space between his shoulder and his neck. No tears allowed, Bekah. None.
”You’re not dying on me, you handsome little prick.”
five people have found themselves over the rainbow
"Bonjour. To what do I owe the pleasure of this lovely visit, hm?"
"No... I can't... no... Why are you making me admit this... Dean... I have no such thoughts I swear..."
pie--winchester replied to your post: [ Can someone explain to me what Shark Week is? ]
I think it’s a week on Discovery or something that focuses on sharks, documentaries, facts, findings, whatnot.
livingwiththegrace replied to your post: [ Can someone explain to me what Shark Week is? ]
Shark Week is a special week on discovery channel where it’s all sharks, the whole week! It’s awesome!
janetmelodypondsong replied to your post: [ Can someone explain to me what Shark Week is? ]
It’s a whole week dedicated to shark shows and whatnot on a the Discovery Channel over here :3
carnificexfractum replied to your post: [ Can someone explain to me what Shark Week is? ]
[ literally the greatest week of American television. It’s all about wait for it…. SHARKS :D ]
daughterwinchester replied to your post: [ Can someone explain to me what Shark Week is? ]
it’s a week on television all about sharks, shark movies, shark shows, shark documentaries, everything sharks
[ So it's not like the film. Rednecks don't make sharks eat people? I mean, I'd watch that xD ]
{+9} Found a Vampire
In Caroline’s defense - it had been a while since she had been properly drunk. She wasn’t even entirely sure Vampire’s could get drunk like humans could - but according to her (completely scientific) experiment tonight with alcohol, she came to the conclusion that maybe vampires couldn’t get drunk like humans could - but they sure as hell could get pretty close.
Close enough that her vision was somewhat blurred at this point - and whenever she spoke she knew it wouldn’t be hard for anyone to tell she’d had a lot of alcohol. In Mystic Falls, though, she liked to think she was pretty well known and no one was going to go dragging her through an alley - even if she was, possibly, entirely too drunk for her own good.
She was sitting at the mystic grill in a booth, her head in her hands and her fingers running through her hair. It may have seemed like she was upset from how she was holding herself (which she wasn’t) - but actually, she was just really, really drunk.
Caroline groaned to herself, and when someone passed by her she reached out to grab their arm, not 100% sure said person even worked here. “‘scuse me, can you get me some curly fries?"