#sept18mbr

[bitchchester]

the kids are in town for a funeral / so pack the car and dry your eyes

EDITS. the funeral of samuel winchester (5x22, ft @sept18mbr)

[greatestimpersonator]

                        ──────────────                        she could recognize him anywhere ,    instantly knew who it was by the set in his shoulders and the outline of his figure .    it’s a mistake she had made many times ,    wishful thinking conjuring    тнє σηє ωнσ gσт αωαу ,    but there was no confusion this time around .    head ducks down in minor avoidance as @sept18mbr walks past her for the first time ,    fingers dance around her third beer    ---------    of course she would be running into dean winchester ,    after all these years .    she knows exactly why he was there , probably working the same exact job that she was . he hadn’t changed much since the last time she’d seen him ,    except he’d lost most of the boyish features that she’d grown to love so much        (    after all ,    cheeky grin and sheepish attitude was all part of the winchester charm    ) ,        clearly hardened by the years of the torturous work they do .    there was a lot for the two of them to catch up on …

she finishes the drink in one shot ,    gestures to the bartender for more liquid courage before figure spins in the bar stool ,    hand outreaches for his leather - clad shoulder .                “    winchester    ( . . . )    it’s been a while .    ”

♥’d

[almostchester]

@sept18mbr : ❛ going for blood today, are we, jess? ❜

the smile that pulls on her face is more amused than anything else at dean's words ; if she can get under either winchester brothers skin right now , she's choosing to take it as a win for her . " what's wrong , dean ? i thought i've been pretty nice to you and sam lately . considering . " she says , offering a single shoulder shrug as if it makes anything better .

her gripe might not be with dean , not truly , but him & sam were a unit , practically one . it was everyone else against the two of them , after all . she really did respect that . she may have sisters that she thought she would do anything for , but its hard to compare anything to the way the two of them are . she cocks her head to the side after a moment , glad that she doesn't have to tilt her whole head back just to look at him . " what , did you want me to apologize or something ? "

[gospul]

| | | 𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ🦇་༘࿐ @sept18mbr, ⁽ dean ₎ ཐ -> 𝖑𝖎𝒌𝖊𝖉.

[ ... ] ❛ ❛  how's this ... i’ll either tell the COMPLETE truth, or elect to pass. i won't lie to you.  ❜ ❜

[bitchchester]

AITA for being so dyslexic that my dad tried kill me? / @sept18mbr

     " you're  not  dyslexic,  dean "  an  absent  answer ,  not  even  looking  up .  you've  been  buried  in  research  for  HOURS ,  the  crappy  second  hand  laptop  has  been  protesting  for  just  as  long .  the  good  one    the  one  dean  got  you  at  stanford  only  for  you  to  pretend  you  don't  know  to  protect  the  ' no  girly  talk '  rule    had  gotten  damaged  during  a  hunt  a  few  weeks  back . 

      irreparably . 

      this  one  does  the  job  for  now ,  until  you  have  enough  money  put  aside  to  waste .  it  was  no  mac .  so  between  the  way  it  overheats  and  the  general  frustration  of  using  it  AT  ALL ,  you've  threatened  to  fling  it  against  the  wall  a  handful  of  times .  it's  barely  been  a  month .

      what  you  need  is  peace ,  some  focus ,  a  mediation  podcast  to  get  you  through  this .

     what  you  have  is  a  dean .

      the  annoyance  taking  the  shape  of  an  OLDER  BROTHER  has  attempted  a  new  distraction  every  hour ,  though  not  exactly  on  the  hour .  his  time  keeping  wasn't  that  good .  maybe  he  had  an  attention  deficit .  " ...  i  think .  you  read  FINE . "  john ,  of  course ,  never  would  have  gotten  dean  tested  so  there's  no  way  to  know  for  certain .

      you  don't  dispute  the  john  trying  to  kill  him  part .  there's  no  point ,  your  childhoods  were  one  extended  experiment  on  how  to  get  two  kids  killed .  even  if  not  intentional  or  direct .   " aren't  you  running  out  of  beer  by  now ?  shouldn't  you  go  to  a  bar .  or  a  shop .  you  could  be  kind  and  get  me  a  coffee ! "

[chyremn]

drop this sunflower🌻 into the inboxes of the blogs that make you happy ! lets spread a little sunshine ☀️

[intowalls]

@sept18mbr liked for davey !

' you're boutta hate me right now, man. but i'm fresh outta green. but ! — silver lining . . . i might have a few hospital-grade goodies lying around. y'know, a little pharmaceutical sunshine. not tryna push anything, just — offering the special menu. '

[chyremn]

i said please, so technically you have to say yes.

ferris wheel turned lazy and slow against the vanishing blue sky above, sweet and shrill laughter flowing through the busy fair. angel and hunter stood near the main path ; dean with a large popcorn tub in hand, stuffing his face like he hasn't eaten in days - like they weren't here on a potential case. which, well, they were. five people had gone missing in the last month, each said to have vanished without a trace after visiting this exact funfair. sam was already off somewhere talking to the staff members. castiel being in his usual angel-on-misson mode ; scanning the area not for fun, but for danger. the two walked along the midway, slowly, searching ─ and that's when dean spotted it. pointed finger flung out as he gestures rapidly to the massive, towering roller coaster. painted jet-black. very intimidating !

we're going on that ride. please. he hears the man say, and castiel looks at it, then back to dean. watching the gleaming excitement in his eyes like a child on christmas. then he hears it, the screams. and it wasn't out of joy. it was pure terror. ' why ? ' angel's brows knit. i said please, so technically you have to say yes. ' . . . i see. ' cue he glances back at the ride which has now come to a stop. observes an employee helping the riders out of their restraints. one of them already on the verge of puking. ' it appears structurally unsound. these people were shrieking in pain. '