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outofthecage: I can’t seem to get my head in the game, I’m sorry you lovely Wildcats. I try to write Adam and Dean takes over. I try to write Dean and Adam politely interrupts. I think I’m just going to hiatus my Supernatural blogs.
I know I owe a few people replies and I promise I will get those out eventually. I just can’t seem to get anything done now.
”And where the hell do you think you are going?”
"To feed the pony out back-- to get a beer. There is beer at the bar, right?"
“Maybe I should just give up.”
"Now what kinda attitude is that?"
ooc:
I am so tired for some reason. So I think that I am gonna lay down and fall asleep to community or something.
||Open||
"Make me…"
"Is that your open invitation?"
"I am going to kill you slowly."
"Oh? Is that what gets you off? Sorry to disappoint, darling, but my death doesn’t seem to be on the agenda today."
"One day." He hissed. Sammy; the solid only reason he hadn’t ganked her already.
She grumbled. “They always say that. But they never make good on those sweet promises.”
"Oh I can promise you I'll follow through." He reassured her with a cocky smile that almost looked more like a smirk.
Her argument didn’t exactly help her case this time. Admitting that things went wrong on her hunts awarded her an eye-roll from the driver. Sure things go wrong, hunts aren’t always perfect, but certain safety measures should be followed. “And a lead on what—huh? Vengeance—revenge?!”
Cara looked down, her jaw tight, “When vengeance and revenge are all you have left, when they define who you are - yeah, you go where the lead takes you. You do whatever’s necessary.”
"You're so ready to sacrifice yourself for this--this demon that you're hunting and you're not even trying to be level headed about it!" Dean's fists clutch the steering wheel as he drew a sharp breath in through his nose. Calming himself, his grip loosened and voice lowered. "You'll find her and every single one of those bastards that helped her, but you've gotta be safe doing it."
"Why are we even still talking about this?" He tried to brush away the conversation again, this time without raising his voice. But if he had to, he’d go on until he was blue in the face defending his heterosexuality.
"You started it. You never had a conversation about sex with another guy? There ain’t nothing wrong with it. I know that I like what I like and won’t deny myself what I want," He replied.
"Yeah, that's great," he muttered, "That's just great. Rock on, Garth." Talking sex with other guys was nothing, but Garth was--well, Garth. Which made the whole topic feel awkward.
"I am going to kill you slowly."
"Oh? Is that what gets you off? Sorry to disappoint, darling, but my death doesn’t seem to be on the agenda today."
"One day." He hissed. Sammy; the solid only reason he hadn't ganked her already.
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The whistle makes me their God || Open
Always playing the undercover dress-up game. This week, Dean was stepping in for a coach at a high school called Beacon Hills. The case; werewolves. Fellow hunters tipped him and his brother off that the beast were lurking the school’s halls. Dean’s first guess being that the creatures had to be teachers and what better way to get to know them then to join them. First, however, he had to deal with class and students.
"Alright quiet down," Dean demanded the students, "Coach Finstock is out so I’m here in his place."
Laura didn’t know why she was in the high school. Really shouldn’t be a place where everyone knew you were dead and all… Then again, everyone that the Hales’ were dead and the stories she hears, it wouldn’t be unusual if someone came back from the dead. Heading down to the gym, a place no one usually came to unless they had class. She almost laughed at the coach but didn’t follow his orders and watched him from a distance.
The gym doors swung open as he quieted the few students he had for the class period. "Are you Greenberg?" He called across the court to the young lady, the schedule said to watch out for Greenberg-- something about the student being a pain. His question was followed by a gesture for her to come over to him.
"There was a nick in your damn devil’s trap. That son of a bitch could have broken through and killed your ass at any moment." Dean growled, hands tight on the string wheel of his precious impala. Even the slightest altercation to the symbol could allow a demon to break free. Dean was just glad he’d gotten there in time.
Cara shook her head, “I would’ve figured it out. I would’ve handled it. I mean, do you honestly think that’s the first time something’s gone wrong mid-hunt? It happens. But finding a lead like that doesn’t.”
Her argument didn't exactly help her case this time. Admitting that things went wrong on her hunts awarded her an eye-roll from the driver. Sure things go wrong, hunts aren't always perfect, but certain safety measures should be followed. "And a lead on what--huh? Vengeance--revenge?!"
My hero.
I owe him a debt.
offthehunt: I'm trying to be a serious rper here and get my replies and starters out, but 502 Bad Gateway wont let me post any of my drafts and it's fucking up my everything. I'm gonna go do something else for a while, maybe when I come back tumblr will be off it's period.