#sam-the-sasquatch

[sam-the-sasquatch]

*pokes* *tackles*

*squeezes in to a tight hug*

[sam-the-sasquatch]

[sits on] mine

[sam-the-sasquatch]

omg *tackle hugs* its monica omg hi i missed you bby

{kashrgbliahrbglairbg you've got your dean muse back?? bby i've missed you!}

[sam-the-sasquatch]

[jumps]

[christinatylerrp]

+4

She slid past the nurse at the door to her room, picking up her jacket on her way and heading down the hallway of the hospital. They were calling after her, telling her to come back but she had no intention on listening to them. Her hand was pressed to her side, feeling the bandages that were under her shirt. 

"Listen, I'm fine!" She shouted back, turning on her heel to face the three nurses and one doctor who'd chased her down the hall. "Look at me, I'm walking and I really don't want to be here right now." The Wanderer turned to someone walking past them down the hall. "Oi, mate. Give me a second opinion here, I look fine to go right?" 

[perditioner]

19

19: my character singing to yours

"Sam, if you don’t shut up, I’m going to pull over and make you get out." The playful edge to Dean’s tone was clear, though he still stared at his brother until Sam eventually put the newspaper down. "We’ve been nonstop working for the last week and a half, alright? Can’t I just get one night off?"

The bitchface he received was award-worthy, but Dean replied with a simple grin and the press of a button. 

Within that second, AC/DC was blaring out, guitar riffs to the point of near-deafening as Dean’s eyes swiveled back to the road ahead. He nodded animatedly to the beat, mouthing the words, as Sam slouched grumpily in his chair. There was a moment of stillness between them, before—

"Sound of the drums,         beatin’ in my heart! Thunder of guns,         tore me apart!”

He held up his hands, then, dramatic in the pause as he continued — “You’ve been…” — before glancing at his brother and belting out the end.

                     ”— Thunderstruck!” 

[venatorxdexcaelo]

sam-the-sasquatch replied to your post: If someone would be so kind as to kidnap me and...

I’m so sorry baby *hugs* , I wish I could do something to help but I can’t x

*hugs* it's fine, he just treats me as thought I'm the only person capable of fucking moving around here, when there's hit daughter who's nearly 13, who wont do fucking anything without the promise of money. Feel a tad bit like Cinderella, tbh x