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[thefineartofbitchcraft]

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“It’s one person bein’ pathetic as fuck, over a simple cut?” Dean growled deep in his throat, at her. “Now stop actin’ like a baby.” He snarled and curled his lip upward at Madison.

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“Now on top of giving me the ‘simple cut’ you have to degrade me?” Madison tried to act like she wasn’t afraid of him when she clearly was. She rose to her full five foot two inches and glared at him trying to look intimidating but probably failing miserably. “Get out of my face, Dean. This is the last time I let you hit me.” She wished more than anything that her powers would work so she could blow him across the room.

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‘’ Not around you, that’s for sure. ‘’ 

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‘’ Wow. I almost forgot how vain you are for a second. Thank you for reminding me. ‘’ 

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“ So you are the infamous Winchester     brother that mingles with the King of     Hell himself? ... I always imagined you     to be a bit more, umm, ------IMPRESSIVE. ”

She cocks an eyebrow, provocatively glistening eyes, and the smirk tugging on the corner of her lips is slightly teasing at best. She knew him; knew the stories about him and his brother, and this new twist -- this demonic, ironic twist -- it had finally pushed her enough to decide and look for him.

“ I’m Sasha. A reaper, if you care. ”

She gives him a wink, teasing again, and she’s back to leaning against the wall behind her. Keeping herself visible for humans was exhausting, and she was almost glad that his demonic nature made it easier for him to see her.

“ And before you just dismiss me     with some pseudo-witty remark,     listen to me. I have news, something     you might like to know. Concerning     your brother. ”

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‘’ Uhm, correction. I don’t think everything is rude. I I think everything about you is rude, smart ass. ’’ 

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♡: Your narration♥:Your dialogue❥:Your internal monologues (thoughts)❣:Your descriptions❦:Your details❧:Your plots✽:Your ideas✿:Your characterization❁:There's good sentence variation!✤:Your figurative language❋:Your use of side characters☆:Your understandability

You are my actual darling <3 THANK YOU MY LOVE OMF *inserts a million heart eye emojis**Sends them all back to you bc you also are such a wonderful rper and an amazing friend and ily.* 

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“Shut up”

{A meme I am too lazy to find}

‘’Well now that’s just rude.’’ 

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It’s Taking Over Me || Dean + Elena

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Elena had known the Winchester family ever since she was a little girl. They grew up together. The Gilbert family had originally been a string of vampire hunters before they came across John Winchester, who introduced them to the world of demons and more. Elena's parents died on a hunt when she was a teenager, one that they claimed was far too dangerous to accompany them on and so Elena stayed back. When they died, she stuck alongside of Sam and Dean more than she had before. She had learned how to hunt, and as the years went on she learned more and more. It wasn't an ideal lifestyle,  but like the Winchester brothers, she had been bred into it. So much had happened and now with Dean carrying the mark on his arm, it was up to her and Sam to try to get him back. There had to be some way to get that mark off of his arm, even if the mark itself was making him believe differently. He was dangerous and perhaps too much for them to handle, but he was family. To Elena, he was also the love of her life.