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Everyone at the school already knows about the new kid and his pretty, older boyfriend who picks him up after school and presses him to the side of that big black car and kisses him hard and deep before messing up his shaggy hair and asking how his day went.

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therighteousmistake

Don't You Remember? | Open to Sams

“ There is nothing new except what has been forgotten. ”

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It was one in the morning, pitch black, and Dean was alone. Well, depending on what one would qualify as alone. It was Sam’s idea to split up, damn him, and now the eldest Winchester was bolting through a thick cropping of trees to try and escape a small group of vampires who had caught sight of him earlier. He was tired, his legs felt weak, there were branches and bushes scratching at is body, but he could hear those damn monsters behind him, and that was the only thing that continued the bursts of adrenaline through his body.

What happened to those tough Winchester genetics? God, Sam’s gonna kill me when he finds out what happened.

Sam.. Gotta find Sam…

For as smart as Dean was, he could make some pretty stupid mistakes. Like how he failed to comprehend that sometimes trees fell down and blocked the running paths of certain hunters, or that the earth wasn’t completely flat and sometimes contained massive hills. These actually turned out to be pretty significant problems because his lack of attention to them sent him tripping over a fallen trunk. His forehead slammed into the ground, which was what knocked him unconscious initially. He lost the vampires when his body fell from the impact, rolling down a steep hill and hitting everything in its path. The journey ended when the limp body landed at the bottom, stopping against a tree where Dean lay unconscious on the ground, his phone ringing in his pocket.

Dean’s eyes shot open, immediately requiring him to lift his arm to shield the green hues from some bright white light. the motion was stopped by an uncomfortable tug on his forearm and he squeezed his eyes shut for a few moments before blinking them open to see what caused the feeling. Was that an.. IV.. in his arm? After a minute or two, he had finally adjusted to the light and took to looking around the room. Mint green and white walls. A window and a door, both with their blinds closed. A stuffed tiger sitting beside him on the bed with a tag that read ‘Miss you, boy. - Bobby’ “Who the hell is Bobby?” he asked himself quietly, brows in a permanent state of being furrowed in confusion. Why was he in this hospital? All he could remember was his name..

Before something weirder could happen, Dean pressed the big red button he spotted on the nightstand beside his bed, and was surprised to see three nurses and a doctor burst in not seconds later. “He’s awake!” one woman exclaimed. “Go get his brother!” another ordered. And suddenly there was a male doctor at his side and a small flashlight in his eye. “How are you feeling? Are you hungry? I bet you missed your family.” his deep voice rambled, but Dean didn’t know what he was talking about.

"Stop-" he ordered, his free arm moving up quickly so he could hold back the doctor’s hand. "Where am I and why am I here." Dean asked slowly, staring the doctor in the eyes. He stepped back immediately, a hand moving to rub his forehead. "Oh my.." he sighed quietly. "Can you tell me your name?" "Dean Winchester." "Your birthplace?" There was a pause. "I don’t remember." Dean answered, and that was just what the doctor had feared. "Dean, all I’m going to tell you right now is that you’ve been in a coma for a month.. There’s someone here for you, though, I’m sure it seemed even longer to him." he said quietly before leaving the room.

Only minutes after the doctor left, the door opened again, and a very attractive floppy haired man walked into Dean’s room, looking overjoyed to see him. That was flattering in itself, Dean was sure he must not have looked very good.

"Hey, I’m Dean. Are you Bobby? Thanks for the stuffed animal."

[[Based off of this post]]

#open

Don't You Remember? | Open to Sams

“ There is nothing new except what has been forgotten. ”

———————————————————————————————————

It was one in the morning, pitch black, and Dean was alone. Well, depending on what one would qualify as alone. It was Sam’s idea to split up, damn him, and now the eldest Winchester was bolting through a thick cropping of trees to try and escape a small group of vampires who had caught sight of him earlier. He was tired, his legs felt weak, there were branches and bushes scratching at is body, but he could hear those damn monsters behind him, and that was the only thing that continued the bursts of adrenaline through his body.

What happened to those tough Winchester genetics? God, Sam’s gonna kill me when he finds out what happened.

Sam.. Gotta find Sam…

For as smart as Dean was, he could make some pretty stupid mistakes. Like how he failed to comprehend that sometimes trees fell down and blocked the running paths of certain hunters, or that the earth wasn’t completely flat and sometimes contained massive hills. These actually turned out to be pretty significant problems because his lack of attention to them sent him tripping over a fallen trunk. His forehead slammed into the ground, which was what knocked him unconscious initially. He lost the vampires when his body fell from the impact, rolling down a steep hill and hitting everything in its path. The journey ended when the limp body landed at the bottom, stopping against a tree where Dean lay unconscious on the ground, his phone ringing in his pocket.

Dean’s eyes shot open, immediately requiring him to lift his arm to shield the green hues from some bright white light. the motion was stopped by an uncomfortable tug on his forearm and he squeezed his eyes shut for a few moments before blinking them open to see what caused the feeling. Was that an.. IV.. in his arm? After a minute or two, he had finally adjusted to the light and took to looking around the room. Mint green and white walls. A window and a door, both with their blinds closed. A stuffed tiger sitting beside him on the bed with a tag that read ‘Miss you, boy. - Bobby’ “Who the hell is Bobby?” he asked himself quietly, brows in a permanent state of being furrowed in confusion. Why was he in this hospital? All he could remember was his name..

Before something weirder could happen, Dean pressed the big red button he spotted on the nightstand beside his bed, and was surprised to see three nurses and a doctor burst in not seconds later. “He’s awake!” one woman exclaimed. “Go get his brother!” another ordered. And suddenly there was a male doctor at his side and a small flashlight in his eye. “How are you feeling? Are you hungry? I bet you missed your family.” his deep voice rambled, but Dean didn’t know what he was talking about.

"Stop-" he ordered, his free arm moving up quickly so he could hold back the doctor’s hand. "Where am I and why am I here." Dean asked slowly, staring the doctor in the eyes. He stepped back immediately, a hand moving to rub his forehead. "Oh my.." he sighed quietly. "Can you tell me your name?" "Dean Winchester." "Your birthplace?" There was a pause. "I don’t remember." Dean answered, and that was just what the doctor had feared. "Dean, all I’m going to tell you right now is that you’ve been in a coma for a month.. There’s someone here for you, though, I’m sure it seemed even longer to him." he said quietly before leaving the room.

Only minutes after the doctor left, the door opened again, and a very attractive floppy haired man walked into Dean’s room, looking overjoyed to see him. That was flattering in itself, Dean was sure he must not have looked very good.

"Hey, I’m Dean. Are you Bobby? Thanks for the stuffed animal."

[[Based off of this post]]

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jaredandjensen

therighteousmistake

AU Meme: Sam loses his memory, and while trying to reconnect with Dean, starts to develop feelings for him.

“You say that you have always looked after me. That you’ve always given me what I’ve wanted, but why is it any different now when the one thing I want is you?”

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#feathers

fixed it :)

#outofwhiskey

*whistles* my tag is broken

#therighteousmistake #outofwhiskey

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#body claim

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I do like men in plaid, especially Dean Winchester.

#verse 1;

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4.17 It’s a Terrible Life;

#verse 3;

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#verse 2;

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#sammy

heavenforbidme-archive

Royal AU where Muse A is the prince/princess of a kingdom in the middle of a war and they get kidnapped by Muse B, an assassin who is part of a group of assassins that were hired by the enemy kingdom. Muse A is furious and absolutely hates Muse B at first, and Muse B thinks that Muse A is spoiled and pretentious, but they start to warm up to each other a bit along the way to the enemy kingdom and when they eventually get there they find out that Muse A’s father won’t pay the ransom, and Muse B is ordered to kill Muse A but they end up running away from the other assassins and are forced to work together to stay safe.

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