#refugeturned

[estrangedaframian]

// Shout out to some of the people that have been in my drafts for a long/very long time... LMK whether it’s okay to a) continue old threads b) start new ones c) or if you’d like to drop a thread.

@dontcallmepepper

@grccvy

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@risaen

@fadingstarshine

@heavenly-soldier

@comeintotheparlor

@beautifullyxbrxken

@refugeturned

@somethxngwxcked

@dcddyrecper

@hellsmother

@legacywrit

[bluntache]

❪ meme tag ❫ @refugeturned​ ☇   “do it. i dare you.”

he’s   not   sure   what   to   say   .   she’s   a   damn   car   &   she   has   a   fucking   attitude   a   mile   wide   .   dean   grits   his   teeth   ,   flicking   imaginary   dirt   off   his   forearm   as   he   thinks   .  

           ❝         you   might   have   legs   now   ,   baby   .   but   i’m   still   the   driver   .   keep   your   comments   to   yourself   .            ❞            

[estrangedaframian]

moonlight - {{for dean!}}

rest prompts // accepting

Of all the things he’d done in his time as a hunter, waiting for his car to come home had to be the highest one on the list of ‘weird’. He had gotten so used to being a unit with the Impala; neither one of them could come or go without the other’s assistance. Now, suddenly (albeit having been like this for some time) he was flexing his eyes open with every jarring flicker of the television screen– gulping down another cup of lukewarm joe, just to stay awake.

Just to greet her.

Maybe tonight would even be the night he told her how he really felt; like he couldn’t live without her. Or how he couldn’t rest easily, unless he sensed her nearby. Preferably within his embrace.

Did she love him or was he just a part of her hazy past-life? Was he in love with her, or was she still but a well-oiled keepsake from daddy’s glory days? Perhaps he could begin to answer if only she’d open that goddamn door.

[estrangedaframian]

‘ we’ll figure it out together. ’ {{ for dean!!! }}

love ♥ starters // accepting

“I wouldn’t wanna figure it out any other way.”

The 90-some temperature made him wish it was late October, and from there his thoughts branched out to ‘Crispy Witch’. He couldn’t remember the last time he had eaten one of those– only that it must have been during the end days of the bulk-candy era, and somewhere in the Midwestern part of the country.

While Im was always in Dean’s thoughts, she had an ability that allowed Dean to think about anything– or everything– else, besides her– even when looking straight at her. Came from her vehicular origins, he supposed.

“You’re beautiful,” was something he never stopped saying while she was around him. Perhaps it wasn’t what she wanted to hear, and perhaps it’s not the only thing he wanted to convey to her, and yet. He’d said it again. “The kind of beautiful that could stop wars... hearts.”

[estrangedaframian]

❛ share a whiskey with me. ❜

WESTERN sentence starters // accepting

“Hello, Dean’s car.”

“I’m flattered, really, but I don’t drink… I’ll gladly accompany you while you drink, though.”

[bluntache]

‘ wake up and smell the coffee . ’

(MEME TAG) ACCEPTING / @refugeturned

it’s (she ?) is not only sexy as hell & knows everything he might have wanted in life -- apparently she’s been listening for a long time -- but now she’s making him coffee . he sits up, rolling forward to stretch and yawn like a child who’s finally facing the day . 

     ❝   you made me coffee ? that’s really thoughtful .... thanks    ❞     

[caestielarc]

‘ don’t be cautious , don’t be kind . ’ {{ hello! }}

@refugeturned

the angel is not GEARED for violence , but he was made for WAR . sometimes he can feel the pull towards righteous anger , swallowing it underneath layers of PURITY AND GRACE ! unlike the others , humanity have carved a place in his chest , taking place of his unbeating heart .

     ❝   you seem to have a negative opinion of our friends . you would have me cut them down in a blaze of glory?   ❞