꩜༄.° @wendichester's 𝖍𝖚𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖒𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖇𝖔𝖆𝖗𝖉,,
colour: sky blue season: autumn chosen word: serendipity
ʚଓ٠࣪⭑your chosen weapon is a revolver, mostly because you trust your instincts. you tend to stumble into the right place at the right time; finding answers and allies and exits without ever meaning to. the revolver suits you perfectly: steady. certain. a leader.
ʚଓ٠࣪⭑dean swears you're good luck. he won't really ever say it outright. he'll call it coincidence or a dumb chance, but things go smoother when you're around. jobs wrap up cleaner and the Impala even starts on the first try. he says you're like a rabbits foot: only cuter and not furry.
ʚଓ٠࣪⭑ dean's nickname for you is livie. he's never been one to call you by your proper name, but livie will always live on.
The leaves crunch under your boots as you and Dean walk back toward the Impala, the air cool but kind. Somewhere overhead, the sky stretches clear and blue, the kind of day that feels borrowed. Dean spins the revolver in his hand before handing it back to you, satisfied. “See?” he says, glancing your way. “Told you it’d work out.” You laugh, shaking your head. “You didn’t know that.” He shrugs, easy. “Didn’t have to. You were here.” It surprises you, the way he says it like it’s obvious. Like it’s always been true. He leans against the car, sunlight catching in his hair, and for a moment there’s no rush to leave. No monster. No next job. Just the smell of autumn and the hum of the engine cooling down. Dean nudges your shoulder. “C’mon, Livie,” he says softly. And without planning to, you stay close to him, forearms brushing against each other's while you walk side by side toward the Impala's doors.
✧ 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒔𝒖𝒑𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆.ᐟ // ✧𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 // ✧𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒂 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒅𝒃𝒐𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆.ᐟ
