#saltnburn

[cowboyruckus]

@saltnburn   “don’t look at me like that. i just got calmed down and you’re just gonna rile me up again.” actually, yes, keep looking at him like that. he loves it, loves max, loves knowing he can put that dreamy, content look in his eyes.

HE CAN’T FIGHT the grin on his face when he plops a hand over his eyes, sliding his feet across the carpet in the bedroom closer to Sam. Without saying a word he opens a crack between his fingers and peeks out, still grinning. 

[delabor]

@faithended replied to your post: ☠ — ooc:: starter call any dean muses;...

can dean ( @saltnburn​ ) ask for more?

“moon shoes not good enough for you, deano?”

[imthelcstprincess]

( @saltnburn | ☼ )

( imessage: dean😇): i’m just glad i didn’t think twice about it!

( imessage: dean😇): although i think cecilia was judging me a little.

( imessage: dean😇): yeah, i think so!  it’s a pretty reassuring feeling 😊

[seesgood]

@saltnburn said:  [ 📱 » baby mama ] they made me leave the maternity ward, how do I get back in?? (saltnburn, bc chaotic hospital happenings are a thing with winchesters right?)

[ 📱 » baby daddy ]   are you serious right now? [ 📱 » baby daddy ]   the door, dean. you go through the door. and you tell the nurse guarding it that you just had a kid and your girlfriend just pushed out a 7 pound human and is in desperate need of food and you went to get it. [ 📱 » baby daddy ]   you’re charming. woo her into letting you back in.

[darkestbeforedxwnarc]

@saltnburn cont from X

[ 📲 • unsaved contact ] —— hi yourself 🙂 [ 📲 • unsaved contact ] —— sorry but i don’t have this number saved. who is this??

[Text: Wrong Number] --- Hilarious.  [Text: Wrong Number] --- My talents are not that forgettable  😉

[blessedisdeath]

@saltnburn continued from xx

“Is it a requirement to eat them with salsa? Do...we have salsa??”

[bonnietohisclyde]

@saltnburn and I plotted to bring back and oldie

He shouldn’t be jealous of the people outside, he was inside, without a collar, without special clothing.  It was a motel room, so it wasn’t the best he could have, but it was something.  Rubbing his neck absentmindedly, he stared over the top of the computer, hating the fact that he felt a stab of jealousy at the omega that passed by the window with the black collar- something that looked more like jewelry than anything else.  

She was past the tests, past the training, the thing that took over your life until you were this perfect little figure for whatever someone wanted out of you.  Lowering the computer, he rested his chin in his hand, elbow on the desk, and wondered how long until another omega was in this motel room, or another alpha, and how long he’d be around Dean in that situation.  Dad was off hunting, or talking to Jim, he wasn’t sure. 

Sam was twenty two, he had a year until the cut off date, a year, and then maybe a year after that, to find a mate before he was taken into the system and given one.  Dean- not much better.  A year and then maybe a year, to find an omega that fit his world.  At least, he figured, Dean could make an omega grateful, if they went to a green or black state, and freed them of the rules society expected, letting whoever she was live like Sam.  Without the collar inside, allowed to be an equal.  Sam- knew Jim, dad, and the others were looking for an alpha among their contacts the same way.  

At the same time, bringing whoever it was into hunting?  Or Sam getting to leave?  It was going to be a hard transition no matter what. Maybe Jo- he wouldn’t be surprised if Jo ended up in reach.  Running his hands over his face, he glanced back to the screen, feeling the aggravation rise again.

‘An omega is never truly happy unless given activities to do that fit their true nature-’

He had to read this shit.  He had to cram, and get it all down, before the test, before the chip was put in his leg and he had to live for a fucking week or two under red rules, and he- well, then he’d be free.  One test, even though they didn’t know when they’d be doing it, and he’d be free.  No mate yet, but they could work around that, that wasn’t the problem.  The problem was that most who used this test had their whole training, years, learning this shit, being forced to live it, so it was second nature.  Sam’s father and Dean- they didn’t force him to do this when he rebelled.  He’d been raised an alpha, he lived like an equal still, just doing what he had to when they passed check points from state to state, only dealing with it when situations called for it, otherwise, he was free to be who he truly was.

And who he truly was would never pass that test, and he’d either be back to the first step of training- getting rid of years of work shirking the system, or he’d end up in the system to be retrained by them- and they would be a lot less merciful.  

Running his hands over his face again, he leaned against the table long enough to take a deep breath, only to raise again, and take a deep swig of the bottle of beer he’d grabbed to do this.  He needed it, or he was going to punch an alpha on the street, just to get back at someone for the way this world was.

[untragiic]

          “ dean winchester, ” she says, smile lighting up her face as she neared the man. years had passed, and plenty of them, but somehow he still looked the same to her. a little more worn, probably seen more things than he’d care to admit, but he was still dean. “ guess that last goodbye wasn’t permanent after all, was it? ” not the best circumstances again, but nonetheless, she supposed he hadn’t been wrong after all.

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