#somelatinname

[themarkofdeanwinchester]

TEXTING || Meg&Dean

Dean: Have you been affected by whatever is going on here?

[onesyllables]

It’s Called Whiskey ❥ Meg + Gwen

Bearing an open invitation and needing no introduction, Gwen didn’t have to think twice about her plans for the evening. The very brief moment of hesitance she suffered had to do with the fact that she was looking five and feeling about ten years older than she’d been when Meg last saw her. 

There was nothing wrong with wanting to impress an old friend, she told herself more than once as she made the short trek from Town Hall to the pub, but she wouldn’t deny and she still couldn’t quite shake the feeling that she and the demon had shared and forgotten something together. 

Too late and too stubborn to turn around, however, she pushed her way through the front door and announced her arrival with a laugh and a half-serious drink order. “Here we go again, Megs. Let’s see, how ‘bout a G and T without the tonic this time? Shake things up, yeah?” 

[aroundthepocket]

So one of the resident demons is going around stabbing people now?

HIDE YO KIDS, HIDE YO WIFE...

Or significant other. Whatever. Just beware because there’s a demon there.

And she will shank you.