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[flammableasalcohol]

We All Have Demons

It was a quiet shift toward the end of the night at Inferno. The night was winding down and the customers were paying their tabs and heading out. There were only a few stragglers but Daniel knew they would soon leave.

It was slow enough where Daniel could begin clean up and closing everything down. That way, he could leave a bit earlier than he would if he waited for everyone to leave before getting everything set for closing.

He heard the door to the bar open causing him to glance at the clock on the back wall. There was still time for one last drink for the night. He turned to face the tall man who had entered.

"What can I do for you?"

[fideliswinchester]

saladlovinghunter replied to your post:saladlovinghunter replied to your post:I want to...

It’s the fuckin’ worst. I wish I could just go up to people, or rather shoot them a message all… “Hey, I like your face. We should roleplay sometime.” But I’m really awkward so I tend to avoid sending people messages.

I'm the same way. I tend to avoid sending people messages as well. I prefer people to send messages to me.

[fideliswinchester]

saladlovinghunter replied to your post:I want to rp with all of your but I’m too nervous...

I also have the same problem. It’s unfortunate. ;;

It sucks. I hate being so nervous about asking people about something so easy.

[burgerlovinghunter]

He's dead...

Sammy's dead. GodDAMMIT WHY can't things just be fuckin' EASY for once. 

I will bring you back, Sammy. If it's the last thing I do.

[highlyadvancedprosthesis-blog]

saladlovinghunter started following you

“Paparazzi is not welcome here.”

[burgerlovinghunter]

Sam's missing...

And he hasn't picked his phone up in a few days...

[yxseob]

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blames sam for ask limit

[burgerlovinghunter]

Sam was still in the hospital. Damnit he should have been trying to figure out how to get him out of there, not... Fooling around with his boyfriend. It was Thanksgiving, for God's sake, and here he was, hooked up to life support and a heart monitor that was steadily beeping out a rhythm. Dean was held together just by a thread now, and it seemed it would be only moments before he burst at the seams. Sitting next to his baby brother in this hospital was the worst thing he had to do, and yet here he was, doing what he'd been trying to avoid for almost a week. His hand came to cover Sam's, the other to brush the hair out of his eyes, watching Sam's pale skin. He should be dead. He had no idea how he was still alive, but, thankfully, whatever god there was had saved him. Closing his eyes, Dean sucked in a breath, glancing to the television after a few moments to watch the Thanksgiving Day Parade and said softly, "Sammy, you're missin' Snoopy. C'mon man... Please, just wake up."