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"Hey, Jerk Face. I know you've been gone a lil' while, but I miss you. Like, a lot. Me and Jo have been going nuts on wedding plans, I swear. Should all be finalised by the time you get back, so you won't have to do any of the boring girly stuff. Our little hell spawn - and yes, I do say that ironically - hasn't started kicking yet, but I'm sure he'll do fine. Yeah, he. Mom's convinced, the first kid's always a boy in our family. I was thinking of naming him after Dean, maybe. Or Cas, I think that'd be nice. Any way, I'm rambling and I'm sure you have more important things to do than listen to your voicemail right now. Just wanted to let you know that we're okay and we love you. Sounds kinda weird, doesn't it? We. Huh. Love you more than Duncan loves you. Night, sweetie."

- voicemail from Darcy Lewis, 17/10/13, 22:04 pm.

Sam sat, elbows rested upon knees, as he stared at the ground, listening intently to her voice. Each syllable was like music to his ears, his heart melting, as it did every time he was with her. Wedding plans... Agh, as if he needed any more burdens on him, there was the wedding. And holy fuck, the baby. Without realising it had quickened, the young hunter slowed the pace of his breathing, allowing his body to catch up with his mind, and willing them both to slow down. A boy, huh? Well, maybe that'd be easier. Unless he turned out like his father. In which case, they'd be in for a Hell of a ride. Castiel Winchester. That was a name he'd heard before, many-a-time, but only in passing jokes about the angel's relationship with Sam's brother... But it did have a ring to it. The bridge of his nose burned, eyes welling up with tears, only so much as for them to be full, not to spill onto his cheeks. "There's nothin' more important than the sound of your voice, babydoll," he croaked over the voicemail, voice cracking mid-sentence. Waiting until the end of the message, he picked the phone from its cradle, and dialled Darcy's number.

"Hey baby, it's me... I... I miss you."

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toomanymusesman replied to your post “//yeah so I feel like complete and utter shit for personal reasons and...”

{joo u ok? if you wanna talk you can angel <3}

//yeah bb I'm okay <3 I'm just going through some shit. we can talk about it later on skype

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i love cocnut

darcy jfc

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Bite Me

Bite Me: My character will bite yours on any part of their body

[OCTOBER 30, 2000 — HALLOWE’EN]

"C’mon, Sam, we’re gonna be late! ‘N’ I still need to do your makeup, so get your moose-ass outta there, ‘kay?""Darcy, I’m not coming out, it’s… Who the fuck thought this’d be a good idea, anyway?""Grow up ‘n’ get out, Winchester," the brunette commanded, slamming her palm against the bathroom door, which, moments later, opened.Begrudgingly, collar pulled up in attempts to hide himself, the taller of the two trudged into the hallway, staring at Darcy with dead eyes. He parted his lips, ready to grumble curses at her, and in that moment, the prosthetic fangs were exposed.”Oh my God," Darcy snorted, an underlying wheeze in her words. “Well, if it ain’t Count Dickula — you look… I’m speechless," she shrugged lightly, unable to quell the goofy grin on her lips."Says the douche-bag dressed up as a piece of kettle-corn. Please, Miss Lewis, do tell me what’s so spooky about one of the USA’s favourite snacks?" The hunter chided, canines bared as he did so."Oh, bite me."”Big mistake there, kiddo," he chuckled, before grabbing her by the foamy waist of her costume, and scooping her into his muscular arms, cape billowing somewhat as he did so. Bowing his head, he pressed his teeth to her neck, nipping her softly, before trailing his opened lips up her jugular, to her lips, where the jokingly harsh action become a soft, passionate kiss, from which only one thing was heard.

"Fuck you, Fangchester."

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fixing tags

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you ain't no son o' mine || sam & jim

There are some things no man should ever have to do. Other things, of course, are life's pain-in-the-ass necessities. Unfortunately for Sam, it appeared that this was a little bit of both. Hands trembling somewhat, in mingled anger and confusion, he flicked through the Family section of his contacts. There it was; Jim. Hitting the inviting green call button that, on his phone, was rarely used, unless to call Darcy or Dean, he held the device up to his ear, chewing hard on the inside of his cheek, like a cow on cud. Voicemail. With a grunt, he hit the button a second time, and -- ah, thank God --, there was the voice of his son. His waist-deep-in-metaphorical-shit son. "Jim? Jim, I need to talk to you. No, no, it can't be over the phone, I --... Just, come home. Come home right now, or I will come 'n' get you, a'right?"

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Hello beautiful person (✿◠‿◠) state 5 facts about yourself and then pass it on to ten of your favourite followers.

//ldkfjgsldfgj *loudly wonders if IC or OOC so why not both*

IC:

My, rarely used, middle name is Alianovna.

Darcy Lewis is one of the stupidest best friends a girl could ask for.

I like to celebrate my birthday on February 29th to normalize my age.

I own a series of safehouses around New York City and the world.

If I speak about my past around you, it's a rare and trustworthy occurrence.

OOC:

My name is Julia and I don't bite hard!

I'm moving to Philadelphia to go to Temple University in August.

I often forget how to words.

The Infamous Skype Group are the best human beings on the planet go love them. (Darcy, Beth, Tyler)

*loudly flails around a lot*

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∞ - For an altered state of mind text. (Drunk, drugged.) # - For an angry text. ♦ - For a rushed text. x - For a secret text. ♥ - For a regular text. * - For an early morning text. {because I am bored and so are you likely}

∞ - For an altered state of mind text. (Drunk, drugged.)

[SMS] darycy come her ei wanna feel ur boosb in my face

[SMS] jussts jidding i love u

[SMS] kdiding again lemme fele ur boobs

# - For an angry text. 

[SMS] What the Hell, Darcy? Your beast of a dog just drank my beer. I’m gonna fucking kill him.

[SMS] Oh — just remembered that was me. Might wanna be some new dog food. Heard there was cyanide in your current bag.

♦ - For a rushed text

[SMS] I had to run this morning — Dean and I are headed for Chicago. Long story, big case. If I don’t make it back, remember that I love you, okay? And, if they come after you? Run.

x - For a secret text.

[SMS] Thanks for last night. I know you’re not meant to see the bride before the wedding, but screw tradition; I think we’ve had enough bad luck as it is. You look beautiful as always, babydoll. Love you x

♥ - For a regular text

[SMS] Just back from ganking some bitches. I’ll be home in ten. I’ve got pizza and DVDs. Seeya soon, babydoll x

* - For an early morning text

[SMS] If you wake up and I’m not in, I’ve run down to Starbucks for some coffee and a bagel. I know you like bagels. Smell ya later, sugartits x