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Sorry! Had a death in the family and then holidays.
Will reconvene later tonight, thank you guys 🖤
❝You are gonna have one hell of a hangover tomorrow.❞
Dean just eyed Sam as he downed another glass of whiskey, "Your point? Not the first time, Sammy." He poured himself another without a care in the world.
"Everything's tellin' me that I can't protect anyone, Sam," Dean finally sighed out after what felt like an eternity of silence. "All I do is mess up an' people die 'cause of that."
"Are you serious? Dean, all you've been doing my whole life is protecting me"
"An' I've done sucha bang up job, haven't I?," he shook his head and closed his eyes.
“Wanna got an ugly Christmas sweater party? I also took the liberty of getting us matching ugly sweaters.”
"I mean," Dean sighed, "Yeah fine, but there better be booze. Maybe we could both pick someone up," he nudged her with his elbow amd gave her the suggestive eyebrows, grinning.
“There will definitely be booze I think they are even maybe homemade eggnog. But if the tents a rocking, don’t come in.” Charlie winked at him, while grinning.
"Count me, better than sittin around doing squat all day," Dean said. "Honestly I've only been to one holiday party and that's cause Sam forced me to go," he laughed. He wasn't much for the holidays, but maybe it would help get him out of the Christmas blues.
“Wanna got an ugly Christmas sweater party? I also took the liberty of getting us matching ugly sweaters.”
"I mean," Dean sighed, "Yeah fine, but there better be booze. Maybe we could both pick someone up," he nudged her with his elbow amd gave her the suggestive eyebrows, grinning.
❝You are gonna have one hell of a hangover tomorrow.❞
Dean just eyed Sam as he downed another glass of whiskey, "Your point? Not the first time, Sammy." He poured himself another without a care in the world.
"Everything's tellin' me that I can't protect anyone, Sam," Dean finally sighed out after what felt like an eternity of silence. "All I do is mess up an' people die 'cause of that."
❝You are gonna have one hell of a hangover tomorrow.❞
Dean just eyed Sam as he downed another glass of whiskey, "Your point? Not the first time, Sammy." He poured himself another without a care in the world.
"it hasn't exactly helped things" he retorted.
"Neither have you," Dean over exaggeratedly shrugged at Sam.
"What the hell does that mean? What do I have to do with you barely getting half hard the last few times we had a night off?"
"Figure it out," Dran took another swig from the almost gone bottle. He threw it against the wall, almost falling in the process. "Is me. 'Is my fault, Sam. 'm only good at lettin everyone down."
"Oh come on Dean" Sam scoffs. "You don't just let everyone down. What's goin on with you, man?"
"'m just not feelin like myself anymore," Dean said, quietly. "I dunno."
Open Starter
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“M’sorry I didn’t mean to fall asleep so long.”
Sam picks his head up off the desk, and rubs at his face, ignoring the aching in his ribs and shoulder. Minor bruising and a small sprain. He’d live. Sam takes a drink of the coffee he made an hour prior.
“What do we know about the current attacks in town..?”
"Whatever you say," Dean sighed, "You look like shit anyways." He dropped a sack containing food in front of his brother, on the desk. "Well, so far the only thing I can gather is they all visited the same antique shop. Other than that, nada."
“Pot, kettle,” Sam said stretching his shoulders and neck. “Have you even slept at all?” He pulled a container of fries out of the bag dropped on the table and flipped through the book of creatures. “So.. a curse or a spirit probably... unless the monster is just one seriously pissed off antique owner,” Sam tried to joke.
"I'm not the one who looks like crap," Dean gave a smug smirk as he flopped on one of the beds. "My bet is always on the antique owners," he laughed, "I mean, I'd be pissed too if I were surrounded by old, dusty junk all day, too."
Sam laughs but it turns into a groan as his side twinges. “Well, seeing as the murders happened in the victims locked homes we’re gonna have to rule them out this time,” he said still smiling.
“You might not look as bad as me but I can tell you haven’t slept yet.”
"Well, whatever it is, let's get this done fast," Dean sat up on the bed. "Place keeps giving me some Hill Have Eyes vibes," he tried to joke about the smaller, backwoods town before running his hand down his face.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," he mumbled. Dean hadn't slept yet, and that was because he had reoccurring nightmares lately. It started off great, all of his family and friends were together. Then, one by one something killed them all off until just Dean was left. He knew they weren't real, but they still made him wake with a start.
❝You are gonna have one hell of a hangover tomorrow.❞
Dean just eyed Sam as he downed another glass of whiskey, "Your point? Not the first time, Sammy." He poured himself another without a care in the world.
"it hasn't exactly helped things" he retorted.
"Neither have you," Dean over exaggeratedly shrugged at Sam.
"What the hell does that mean? What do I have to do with you barely getting half hard the last few times we had a night off?"
"Figure it out," Dran took another swig from the almost gone bottle. He threw it against the wall, almost falling in the process. "Is me. 'Is my fault, Sam. 'm only good at lettin everyone down."
I’m sure I don’t need to tell you who that is (x)
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“M’sorry I didn’t mean to fall asleep so long.”
Sam picks his head up off the desk, and rubs at his face, ignoring the aching in his ribs and shoulder. Minor bruising and a small sprain. He’d live. Sam takes a drink of the coffee he made an hour prior.
“What do we know about the current attacks in town..?”
"Whatever you say," Dean sighed, "You look like shit anyways." He dropped a sack containing food in front of his brother, on the desk. "Well, so far the only thing I can gather is they all visited the same antique shop. Other than that, nada."
“Pot, kettle,” Sam said stretching his shoulders and neck. “Have you even slept at all?” He pulled a container of fries out of the bag dropped on the table and flipped through the book of creatures. “So.. a curse or a spirit probably... unless the monster is just one seriously pissed off antique owner,” Sam tried to joke.
"I'm not the one who looks like crap," Dean gave a smug smirk as he flopped on one of the beds. "My bet is always on the antique owners," he laughed, "I mean, I'd be pissed too if I were surrounded by old, dusty junk all day, too."
❝You are gonna have one hell of a hangover tomorrow.❞
Dean just eyed Sam as he downed another glass of whiskey, "Your point? Not the first time, Sammy." He poured himself another without a care in the world.
"it hasn't exactly helped things" he retorted.
"Neither have you," Dean over exaggeratedly shrugged at Sam.
❝You are gonna have one hell of a hangover tomorrow.❞
Dean just eyed Sam as he downed another glass of whiskey, "Your point? Not the first time, Sammy." He poured himself another without a care in the world.
"Well, maybe if you weren't always drunk you'd actually get it up once and a while" Sam spat back. If that's how Dean was gonna play it.
Dean scoffed, "I have absolutely NO problem gettin it up," he stood up, defensively, but not before staggering a bit. "This honestly what your attitude is 'bout?"
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(Open to Bens or Sams)
I yelled he’s mine that one Got a wild-hair side and then some It’s no surprise what he’s done He’s ever last last bit of my old man’s son And I’ll take the blame And claim him every time Yeah man, he’s mine and he’ll always be The best thing that ever happened to me You can’t turn it off like electricity I love him unconditionally I’ll take the blame And claim him every time Yeah, y'all, he’s mine I thank God, he’s mine
Dean had been sitting in the middle of the living room floor, not knowing anyone was home, hence why he was singing and playing his guitar so loud. He didn’t want to get caught playing, feeling a bit embarassed about his playing and singing. So when he heard movement coming from behind him, towards the kitchen, he jumped up, holding the guitar in his hand. Dean looked like a deer caught in headlights, “I-it’s…sorry,” he mumbled.
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“M’sorry I didn’t mean to fall asleep so long.”
Sam picks his head up off the desk, and rubs at his face, ignoring the aching in his ribs and shoulder. Minor bruising and a small sprain. He’d live. Sam takes a drink of the coffee he made an hour prior.
“What do we know about the current attacks in town..?”
"Whatever you say," Dean sighed, "You look like shit anyways." He dropped a sack containing food in front of his brother, on the desk. "Well, so far the only thing I can gather is they all visited the same antique shop. Other than that, nada."
Circle of Life (open)
Dean sighed, he was all alone in this struggle. He had two kids to raise, and one to bury. When did his life become a living nightmare? It seemed like no matter what he did, something always went wrong. Something always cost him everything and then some.
He sighed as he sat his drink down, the kids were asleep in a bed in the motel room. He had lost his wife and daughter in the fire a few days ago, just like he had lost his mom all those years ago. It seemed as life had came around and went full circle again. He wished history would stop repeating itself. Now he was gearing up for two funerals while trying to figure out if he should stay or leave. He didn’t know how to reach out to his brother or Castiel about this, and he wasn’t quite sure he wanted to. He didn’t want it to become a situation where he turned into John and the boys didn’t get a normal childhood.
That’s when his phone rang, “Hello?,” he answered, not bothering to see who it was. He just didn’t want the kids to wake up.
okay but consider this… supeRHERO/crimefighter au’s.
muse a and muse b going to a random house party. they’d never met before, but after feeling unwell, they both step outside for air… its only then that muse a drunkenly wanders into the road, almost to be hit by a car, but instead, sticking an arm out and propelling it into oblivion. meanwhile, muse b is standing on the side of the road crying hysterically and trying to figure out why everyone is ignoring them, only to realize they’re invisible. muse a is freaking out that they may have killed someone, and now thinks theyre going crazy when they hear muse b crying and asking why this is happening, thinking its voice in their head, until they realize its not their voice. after muse a talks muse b to a calm state, muse b now in sight, the pair realize something very bad has happened to them, and pair up for the night. once they wake up muse a is on the news for what happened and muse b decides they need to get out of town, both of them
muse a wandering into a bar after having the worst headaches for months when suddenly their vision gets blurry and they can hear what everyone is thinking. from their drink orders, to their sexual tension, and they cant make it stop. muse b, the bar tender, sees the conflicted and panicked muse a and tries to calm them down. thats when muse a realizes the only mind they cant read is muse b and decide to drag them home to try and understand whats going on. optional: muse b having some kind of superpower, and helping muse a figure out how to handle it
muse a waking up one morning floating above their bed, and in a panic reach for the phone that in turn flies across the room. out of no where, they can move objects, and themselves without the lift of a finger. its all going well until their roommate, muse b walks in on the other floating and making breakfast from the couch without moving, and proceeds to scream and throw the floating food at muse a
two newfound vigilante superheros are likely rivals, and try to fight and race one another to crime scenes. muse a and muse b have contradicting powers, and personalities. it doesnt take long for their rivalry to turn into admiration and muse a finds themselves saving muse b’s ass more than they should, and muse b finds themselves cleaning up muse a’s wounds more than they like to. of course, this rivalry turns to friendship, and the ultimate dynamic duo. (or trio/quartet if you want it to be poly) and now instead of muse a focusing on if they knocked out a villian, they find themselves making sure that muse b is getting up after that hard hit and muse b is spending too much time calculating muse a’s moves to kill than their own and ending up on the floor more than they usually do.
muse a and muse b are both seen as heros in the public eye, but to one another as villains. muse a thinks that muse b is too violent and muse b thinks that muse a is too reckless. while the pair try to undermine one another, and reveal their ‘bad’ sides to everyone else, they actually end up complimenting one another, the public now ‘shippjng’ them and wondering if they work together. of course both muse a and muse b are appalled at this idea, until muse a finds themselves saving muse b’s life and noticing just how beautiful their eyes are, and now muse a is leaving clues and hints around the city for muse b to come find them until they wear them down and convince them to date, but not before revealing themselves optional 1: muse a and muse b were already lovers and now realize they wasted all their time hating one another when they could have worked together optional 2: muse a and muse b are best friends, and have been since childhood… how did they not notice this before? and why are they sort of in love now?
muse a and muse b have been protecting their city together for years. they train together, live together, fight together, and know one another better than they know themselves. its all fun and games until one training session that gets them in close contact makes muse a realize that they might have been in love with muse b this whole time.. and they’re torn if they should tell them and risk having a wonderful romance, and keep saving all the good people of their city option 1: muse b has been in love with muse a for longer, and everyone on their team knew but muse a and when muse a tells the team, they all laugh and shake their heads option 2: muse b is already dating someone on their team, and muse a knows that admitting their feelings could break their entire team up, which in essence would put their city at risk… but is their heart worth it? option 3: muse b is already in a relationship, and is unhappy, but only muse a knows that they’re unhappy. so, muse a finally confesses their feelings only to find out that muse b is engaged/eloped/pregnant, and made things incredibly awkward, and they’re incredibly heartbroken too
muse a and muse b on the same superhero team, and have been for years. they go out every day together and save the city from evil, or save cat’s from burning buildings. its what they do, its who they are. over time muse b falls in love with muse a, and after a particularly hard fight when they’re cleaning up and close together, finally confess their feelings and kiss muse a. besides muse a’s shock, they suddenly feel different, and run out afraid. it’s not until the next morning, when they go to fight that muse b realizes they lost their powers, and somehow, muse a managed to get them. muse b doesn’t say anything, just says they feel sick, and muse a doesnt notice the new power, assuming that muse b is just avoiding them. its not until weeks of blowing them off, that muse a finally shows up angry and hurt, having not seen one another since they kissed that they see muse b who is distraught, run down, and clearly different. muse b finally tells them what happened, and when muse a asks why they didn’t tell them sooner, muse b tells them its because they were better, the both of them combined and doing such a wonderful job. muse b didn’t feel needed by anyone anymore, and making an assumption that their feelings werent reciprocated, that they were too embarrassed to come around. muse a kissed muse b, giving them their powers back, and asking them out. of course, after calling them a ‘dummy’
muse a finding a struggling and confused muse b as they try to figure their powers out. of course, muse a being a local hero, and having a whole team behind them takes muse b under their wing. teaching them the tricks, training, and bringing them into the team. muse b feels like they’d found a whole new family, one where they fit in now. muse a and muse b become the dynamic duo, until of course muse b starts taking risks that muse a absolutely did not train muse b to be so reckless and do, and muse b fires back that they dont have to listen to all their rules, what does it matter anyways? and of course, being met with muse a yelling at them about how much they care, kissing them and running out. muse b doesnt necessarily have to feel the same, but now realizes why they’re so protective. does this ruin the partnership? does muse b feel the same? do they go on to be even better? or does romance get in the way?
muse a is maybe one of the worst superheros ever. while they always manage to catch bad guys, they almost always suffer worse damage. they may catch the guy who kidnapped a bunch of kids, but accidentally got impaled. they may stop superhuman bank robbers, but they totally didnt mean to break both of their legs. muse b, however, knows what theyre doing. they got the job fast, and well, and they always catch who they need too. they’re ideal, and the kids love them, while the kids love muse a as more of an underdog. muse b finds muse a’s clumsiness endearing, and finds themselves helping muse a from getting hurt, but not stealing their thunder. eventually muse b is helping muse a be more stealthy, and balanced, and teaches them to use their powers better. this just pushes muse a into more and more danger, and muse b can’t figure out why that feels like a bad thing, of course, until they realize they are in love with muse a, and all of their stupid, and unnecessary injuries option 1: muse a catches on quick to the training, but worries they’ll lose muse b if they get good. so, they might put themselves in the face of danger more often than they should option 2: muse b getting sick and tired of muse a being so god damn reckless when all they have to do is listen to them and dont you even care how much i love you why are you trying to get yourself killed?