#screwthejob

[firebirby]

From all of us whose hearts you touched with your endless love and kindness, and who you gave countless hours to with your love of Dean, we shall dearly miss you!                              We love you, Erin! Rest In Peace! @screwthejob​

[ltmonroecaetano]

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Monroe strode through the front door, hands shoved into his pockets and looking around a bit awkwardly. He was still getting used to the fact they were together, much less lived together. It was all new and weird and good and...weird. He headed for the kitchen, pulling a beer from the fridge and cracking it open. A little liquid courage never hurt anyone. 

“I’m home.” He called out, probably a bit too quietly. 

[demonmegcause]

Morning | Dean & Meg

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Meg’s head was pounding when she woke up. How much had she had to drink? She had lost count. All she could remember was Dean and her getting into a tickle fight. and wait a minute. Where was she? The raven haired girl looked around and saw a man sleeping next to her. Dean. Shit had they? No. No way. Dean would never go for someone like her. Meg flipped the blanket back and saw she was wearing an extra large t shirt. Her breathing quickened. This wasn’t her shirt. And by the rock and roll logo, she guessed it was Dean’s. Maybe she had asked to sleep in something else. 

She heard the breathing to her quicken and looked at Dean with wide eyes. “Did we-?” 

[saunteredslowlydownward]

Pie Love You

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Emma moves back to the kitchen to grab a knife, a fork and a plate.  On the way, she notices the remains of her first attempt, badly burnt and overly sugared, sitting at the top of the garbage in the can and she quickly drops a few pieces of paper towel on top before Dean sees it.

She brings the dishes out to the table and passes them off to Dean.  A hesitant, almost shy smile turned up the corners of her lips.  “I, uh, didn’t know what kind you liked best so I went with apple, cause... well, it seemed fairly straight forward compared to some of the other recipes I found.”

[redemptivexheroics]

Shattered World [Ben/Dean]

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It had been years since Ben last saw Dean, of course throughout the years he didn’t have an idea of who he was. Though Ben had got pulled back into the world of the supernatural after getting involved with a witch, his first real crush. He had told of her where he would have sudden flashes of someone he didn’t know, Raven the witch he was in love with and dating had used her magic to traverse his memories removing a block and reconnecting the links in his memory bringing back his memory of Dean, she had even done the same thing for his mother. It didn’t long to track down Dean, he seemed to be in the midst of a vampire attack, so he loaded an arrow tainted with dead mans blood and fired it hitting the vampire square in the chest. When he saw Dean turn around to see who take out the vamp, bow gun still aimed.

“Hello Dean” 

[tricksterreformed-a]

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          “Or maybe you just have no sense of art.  It’s all screams, Dean.  All of it.  Especially that one with all the soup cans.”  Gabrel shot him a side-eyed glance, skeptical and judgemental all at once.

[kinkylilfxckers]

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       “ Look Dean, I don’t care what business it is you think you have here in Riverdale, but let me break it to you — It’s not safe here. Especially for some random stranger from out of town. “ Jughead started. He was annoyed and beyond exasperated with the older man who continued to keep secrets from him, just like every other person here in wicked little town.       “ People like you end up going missing and found dead! Hell, people FROM this town keep winding up dead. “  the novelist exclaimed as his hands slam against the diner table in frustration, causing his fries to jump from his plate. The diner was pretty much dead, but the sound was enough to wake Pop Tate from his boredom induced trance-like state with a startled snort.        “ I don’t know why everyone still pretends like our town is still some picture perfect, family-friendly place where we can have picnics and enjoy life, because in all honesty??? It feels like I’m living through one horror movie plot after another. Next thing I know, witches and werewolves will be real and I don’t know if I can handle that???  “

[terrifiesall]

Death sticks her knife into the steak to see if it it was cooked to perfection. The chefs in the kitchen all stare. Trembling with fear. She didn’t even need to say anything. One bite was all it would take. Her ice blue eyes move over towards them. “Good enough.” They sighed in relief, only for them to explode into a mass of flesh. “I said good enough. Not perfect. Cook it again. But clean up first. I have a guest coming soon.”  

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