#piiiiee

[velzote-velhi-azote-nitrogen]

That's... the pi!

[archive-captainangelofthelord]

Can I have your number?

"What? Dean don't you already.."

[askbigbrolucifer]

3

"I...never knew you felt that way for me Dean" ezio said quirking an eyebrow, no one had really ever said that to Ezio so it was strange to have someone say it to him and he didn't really know how to respond to it.

(ezio OC. Crowleys son , FC: Tom Hiddleston)

(blurting out 'I love you' meme)

[sortalike7-eleven]

[+1]

"Joinin' fer a drink?"

[soullessbobbysinger]

M!A out of my mind, back later. (OPEN)

*Bobby woke up with a head ache, as it cleared he knew a couple things. The first was that he felt like a hundred miles of bad road, the second was that he could use a drink, and the third, he wasn't sure where he was.  He looked up at the ceiling only to see acoustic tile.*  

Hospital.

*His voice sounded strange in his own ears.  He focused on the bracelet around his wrist.  Doe, John.  So they didn't know his name.  He could feel pain on his right side, and felt to reveal a fresh bandage over what felt like stitches.  He couldn't remember anything.  At least nothing concrete.  There were names, two of them, but they knew they weren't his.  Dean Winchester and Sam Winchester.  And he knew these names because the voice in his head, the one that brought the headache screamed that he had to kill them.

The doctor came in and spoke with him.  He had been found disoriented and half-frozen from the rain, but no ID.  The wounds he'd had were re-bandaged, but they couldn't see any reason to keep him since he knew what things were and how to use them, he just had no idea who he was.  The only thing he knew was that he had a motel key in his coat.  For the Blue Cove.  Which he figured had to be where his ID was.  So he asked where it was, and found it was just a couple blocks down.  Not wanting to be burden to anyone he finds his own way out, and walks the couple blocks to the motel.  The key slid into the lock and opened it. The room in front of him was both familiar and strange at the same time.  There was something familiar about it, but he had to admit that the salt on the windows and doors, proof against the supernatural, was a bit much.  He finally laid down, letting the familiar place wash over him and catching up on the sleep he didn't get in the hospital.  He was roused from his sleep by a knock on the door.*

[lapsisxangelus-blog]

heavenly-hero

samofteamfreewill

deanwinchesterthepiesexual

piiiiee

plaidshirtsandpreciouslaptops

worldonhisxshoulders

damnitdeanwinchester

"Dean, Sam. Hello."

[youremydivisionbaby-blog]

Lestrade woke up, head pounding, on a couch he had never sat on, in a room he'd never been in. He sat up and rubbed his head, only to find that it felt moist. Blood, he thought.