#roaming-agent

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[Text; Sass Sister] i hate disney movie parents???

[Text; Sass Sister] ‘oh its for your own gooood im doing this bc i loooove you’

[Text; Sass Sister] bitch you probably wouldn’t know love if it bit you in the ass.

[lostmemoriies-a]

[text]: He dreamed I was a serial killer and now he won’t let me touch knives

texts from last night | accepting | @roaming-agent

[ sms→ ya girl tay ] : that’s gotta be the dumbest thing i’ve ever heard???[ sms→ ya girl tay ] : why tf would he think his dreams are a reality. what the fuck. what the Fuck

[minxchester]

To Get To You // Closed RP

@roaming-agent

He should have just stayed on his fucking ship and left again. But Dean had to try--this was the one coastal city that had a non-capital residence for the royal family, and that meant access to royal jewels.

He had the jewels, lucky him, but now he was running for his goddamn life. Which wasn’t unusual, but....still.

Bursting out of the forest into a clearing, Dean stopped, spying an old stone tower nearby. He hesitated; then he heard the horses behind him and bolted for it. Climbing the tower swiftly, Dean ducked inside the window, dropping down and heaving for breath as he waited to see if the soldiers were coming here.

[minxchester]

Once Upon a Time // Closed RP

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Dean always liked it when cases took them back to places he’d been to in the past. It meant familiar places, revisiting diners and hotels he might have particularly liked...and sometimes, it meant finding old friends and lovers again.

He wasn’t expecting it this time--the girl who’d sparked his attention here had been just as nomadic at heart, with just as loose of attachments to the area. Dean had no real hope that she would still live here--or if she did, that she’d want to rekindle anything with a drifter from five years ago.

But as he drove down the street, leaving Sam doing research at a cafe beside their motel, Dean pulled onto the street where their potential ghost murder had occurred...and stopped in surprise at the stop sign, before pulling over to the curb to step out of the vehicle and call out.

“Taylor?”

[minxchester]

Are You Ready For It // Closed RP

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“1023, this is Dispatch. We have a Code 8, non-urgent. One of our officers in the downtown area has a young woman with him who just handed over her car keys and said she needs a ride. Is there a patrol car near the Redstone area? A miss Taylor Borelli needs collecting.”

Dean was only half-listening to the call, just enough to pay attention--but when Dispatch said the name, Dean snorted out a laugh, putting his Styrofoam cup of coffee back in the cup holder.

“Dispatch, this is Detective Winchester. I’ve got it, I’m en route.”

Once he had confirmation, Dean pulled away from the curb and started driving, chuckling to himself. He reached the street where the patrol officer was radio-ing from, and Dean pulled up, stepping out of his car to grin at his comrade. “Hey, Lafitte. I got her, don’t worry. Ms. Borelli...long time, no see.”

[minxchester]

Pierce My Guard // Closed RP

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In hindsight, Dean really had no fucking clue why he’d agreed to the deal, because he had never in his life wanted a damn kid--so how the hell had he considered that a good trade for giving some ordinary human girl immortality?

She’d been cute, that was for damn sure, but Dean was far too old now to get suckered by big brown eyes and long curly hair.

Still...it had been fun for the night. They’d sealed the deal with the traditional kiss--and then she’d smirked, all sweet and smug, and asked how old-school he wanted the payoff to be. Dean had raised his eyebrows, then laughed when she had taken his hand and walked backward, leading the way into her bedroom.

That had been a good night, no denying it. Two months later, Dean had called her, and she’d confirmed that she was pregnant. And nine months later, Dean had returned...but Meg was gone. Double-crossing little bitch had disappeared on him.

Dean didn’t know that he actually gave much of a damn...but it was his kid. Which meant it was half-demon--half Knight of Hell, in fact--and that could have some potential consequences. So Dean put out his feelers, making a real effort to track her down...until he found exactly where that mousy little brat had hidden the child.

Dean showed up on the doorstep of the sweet little cottage in his more-or-less nicest clothes, and knocked lightly, making sure that his eyes were green and he didn’t look too threatening. From what he’d heard, this was a white witch, and he didn’t need her going for the holy water before he’d managed to explain the origins of her adopted miscreant.

[minxchester]

For @roaming-agent and @my-malleable-muse. Boy King Sam, and his lovely Queen of Hell, Taylor. <3