up from perdition;

DEAN WINCHESTER I think I'm adorable. "Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cake hole." indie (multi-fandom) roleplay blog NSFW{not safe for work} mun & blog is 18+ TRACKS: upfromperdition READ THIS BEFORE YOU ASK TO ROLEPLAY, PLEASE.

[upfromperdition]

Well... If you aren't just the sexiest son of a bitch I've ever met. *smirks*

[the-broken-crew]

Put pick up lines in my ask and I can only respond with a gif.

[ask-the-fishdick-deactivated201]

REBLOG IF IT IS OKAY TO COME INTO YOUR INBOX AND SAY THE RANDOMEST SHIT I CAN THINK OF BECAUSE I REALLY WANT TO INTERACT WITH YOU.

[kikistiel]

[spn-winchesters-blog]

[upfromperdition]

Yeah. We totally rocked that.

[upfromperdition]

doing posts. bare with me guys. gotta do catch up!

[upfromperdition]

•3•

I will be the one you say goodnight to        I did my best to notice when the call came down the lineLay where you’re laying, don’t make a sound              Streets like a jungle, so call the police    Well I know a man with nothing in his hands

[excastielthesaint]

[kisses lips] it's a kissing disease, spread it to the next five people on your dash!

      “It seems as though you and your brother both express desires to act in physical ways with me. This is an interesting turn of events. Surely not one I imagined happening, but still quite plausible.”

[upfromperdition]

          "What can I say, Cas, we're... Wait, what?" Dean's eyes widened and his green eyes burned bright with jealousy. "Sammy? And you?" Dean wasn't sure what he was jealous about, whether it was the fact that Sam had touched Cas, or if Cas had touched Sam. Both.

          "Son of bitch," he mumbled under his breath and then grabbed Cas' face in his hands pulling him in for a much more punishing one.

[inboxshenanigans]

Send me a •3• and I will put my playlist on shuffle, write down the first line of five songs and give it to your muse as a poem from mine

[upfromperdition]

[kisses lips] it's a kissing disease, spread it to the next five people on your dash!

           Dean grunted in surprise and arousal. "Sam?" he asked, confused more than he’d admit. He would never deny Sam anything, though. Well, except for his pie, cos Sammy didn’t even like the friggin’ pie. And, so, he kissed him back.

[upfromperdition]

Wincest?

          {does this answer your question anon? ♥}

[upfromperdition]

           "—Cas?" Dean paused in his stride when he caught sight of the angel, a donut half lifted to his lips, a coffee in his other hand. He dropped his hand and frowned, stepping back towards him. "You okay?"

[upfromperdition]

One tequila, two tequila, three tequila FLOOR. {open)

         Tequila, it tasted like shit, but fuck did it get him wasted. He remembered this one time when him and Sam had gone to Mexico and they'd tasted it fresh, damn, he'd not been able to walk for almost a week after that one night. Even now the thought alone made him weak to the stomach. Still, he knocked another back and motioned to the barkeep. "Another."

          "Don't you think you've had enough, mate?" the barkeep asked, flirtatiously, winking at him before she was sliding the bottle towards him, making Dean look up with a drunk grin.

          "Never enough, and thanks," he said and nodded at her, sliding his credit card across the bar to her, glancing around as he topped up his shot glass, coming close to spilling it.

[hellbound-hunter]

The jolting of the mattress beneath him was little more than a brief interruption, one with the power to summon a groan of protest from the still sleeping man. That was how he remained, anyway, until a familiar voice touched his ears, drawing him toward the surface of that pleasant darkness until, at last, lids parted to reveal glazed, hazel eyes. Sam stirred, angling his head toward Dean as he managed a thick, sleep clogged voice, “What time is it?”

[upfromperdition]

         "I don't know, like two thirty in the afternoon," Dean told him, glancing at the motel's alarm clock to check to make sure he was right. He wobbled on the chairs two back legs and took another swig. "You've been asleep for like two day now, though," he told his younger brother, looking amused and a bit bored.

          "I'm bored."

          "If you've finished with your nap, grandma, maybe we could find a job, or maybe a bar and have some fun?" he suggested, screwing the lid on the bottle of whiskey, before resting his foot against Sam's bed so he didn't topple backwards, that would be embarrassing.

[upfromperdition]

Uh, anyone want to play? I'm up for anything.

[saltnburned]

[upfromperdition]

✉

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Despite always giving Sammy shit, Dean holds the highest regard for his brother. He thinks that he’s stronger than he is and that without Sam, everything would be shit. Sam went on without him, survived, once. Dean couldn’t do it, not really.