#whiiskeyshots

[withusnow]

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[ ; ♛ ———- ;                           ❝I got SHOT, not BITTEN. Look.❞

        "You can't blame me for checkin', not these days."

[bartendinghunter]

→ whiiskeyshots

❝... Dean?❞

[ofdragonskin]

         ❛I    think    you    dropped   this.          Well, I know you dropped it. I saw it happen.                 So-----------...here you go.❜

[bugsandslime]

whiiskeyshots

   " -- seriously? You call this evidence? What     the hell am I supposed to do with this?"

[deathisarose]

gives you like a billion of those crowns. TAKE THEM ALL YOU PERF BEING

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yillian i am happy you are alive, now stop worrying me and be here forever so you can love me.

[prophetaeverbumdei-blog]

whiiskeyshots

  ▓▒░ ♛ ———- ; 

                      ❝It was an early morning yesterday I                       was up before the dawn and I really                        have enjoyed my stay, but I must be                        moving on.❞

---Ω "Where are you going---?"

[nephiilism-blog]

+ xtwinies / whiiskeyshots / walkerbxit / manxthebox / antenato / apparentlyimstubborn / exaequatio / remxttetur

        ❝ —Would you believe me if I            told you that I can explain all of this?❞

[deathisarose]

( whiiskeyshots. )   x

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                      ( he didn’t answer her, because she was asking a question                        she already knew the answer to. the empty bottle of cheap                        whiskey on the table before him should have been answer                        enough. she was smart, she could put two and two together.                        empty bottle + dean winchester = pity party for one. it was                       justified, after all, he just lost his brother, again.  )

                      ( the eldest winchester is quiet as he stands, making his                        way to the liquor cabinet to get a fresh bottle. he cracks                       the top and catches her gaze with his own glazed over                        eyes.  )

                      ❝What d’you think?❞

A deep frown settled into pink lips, hues ticking to each of the little pieces around him that'd become far too familiar scenery as of late. More often than none she'd catch him just as he was, nothing but the night swallowing him whole as he sat in that dark kitchen, taking his picks at the prime liquor beneath the cabinets. She'd never even noticed him once bringing any home; it was too natural, a habit he was too used to, and it tugged at the strawberry blonde's chest, muscle sore & tired.

  Lydia doesn't move from the entry way where she leans until he's   managed the cap off of the fresh bottle, steps slow & thoughtful, gaze   holding his all the while. When she reaches him she sets a dainty touch   along the top of his palm, brow giving a slight quiver as it furrowed. ❝ No   more for tonight. ❞ The words aren't a demand, she knows better than to   handle the man with a stern tongue when he's like this; just on the edge of   shattering. Gently she takes the bottle from him, screwing the lid back on   and setting it off to the side. 

❝ Why don't you come to bed? Or I can draw a bath. ❞