[yourridetohell]

#𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐎𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋 ;; an independent and highly selective portrayal of 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 from 𝘚𝘶𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘭, driven by over a decade of roleplay experience. Written with a deep understanding of his character, blending canon with original headcanons. All narratives are rooted in the supernatural lore and brought to life by my creative inspiration.

          ⛤ cherished by beebe : 𝐬𝐡𝐞 / 𝐡𝐞𝐫 | 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 30𝐬 | 𝐆𝐌𝐓 +1 ⛤

                          𝐈. carrd . 𝐈𝐈. guidelines . 𝐈𝐈𝐈. memes .

𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒍 : @ladamereveuse, @wachtraeumen, @etfuturist, @dasmirakel, @ofmoonandthunder && @demonalbus

𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒍𝒚  𝒂𝒇𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅  𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 @holdingontostardust, @evervinter, @starkissedscars

[inbeautifulruinsarchived]

𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒗𝒆𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒍𝒆, but maybe that's just hope hanging on a little too strong. She tries to take in a deep breath but it hurts too much. The faintest whimper escapes her as she slumps further down.

Hearing her name she doesn't respond, it has to be in her head she thinks. And yet what if it is something worth calling out for? She tries to speak but no sound comes out. IF someone is here it's her only chance to get help. Fingers doing what they can to reach for her phone. As she pulls it closer she grips it though it's loose. She just needs enough to take it, and enough to throw it. Just enough to make noise, make whoever is here notice that she's here. Either someone will help her or end her.

Either way, she is willing to welcome whatever it is at this point.

The phone flies a short distance but clatters. If it's loud enough she doesn't know as it seems everything sounds miles away from her.

[yourridetohell]

𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚕𝚢 through the shadowed corridors, his flashlight cutting a narrow beam through the dust-laden air. Every creak and distant sound sets his nerves on edge. ‟Jo!‟he shouts again, his voice rough, edged with a fear he tries to suppress. He strains to hear, and then—a faint clatter reaches his ears. His heart leaps. That had to be her. He swivels toward it, instincts kicking into overdrive. He quickens his pace, following the direction of the noise, his boots crunching over broken glass and debris. Turning a corner, his flashlight falls upon a familiar figure slumped against the wall, barely clinging to consciousness. ‟ Jo, ‟ he breathes, relief floods him, but it's tainted with fear. He rushes to her side, dropping to one knee, gently lifting her chin. ‟ Hey, I've got you, ‟ he says softly, eyes scanning her for injuries. Seeing her like this twists something deep inside him—a fierce rage at whoever hurt her, and a gnawing guilt that he wasn't there to prevent it.

Just as he reaches to lift her, an iron grip clamps onto his shoulder from behind. He's jerked backward before he can react, stumbling as he tries to regain his balance. Instinct kicks in; he whirls around, weapon drawn, eyes locking onto a shadowy figure emerging from the darkness. ‟ Great, ‟ he mutters under his breath, steeling himself for the fight. ‟ Couldn't be easy, could it ? ‟

[inbeautifulruinsarchived]

𝑺𝒂𝒎 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔 𝒂 𝒘𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒆 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒚 𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆𝒔 𝒊𝒕. He goes and he makes that list against him, which , okay, he has to give it to Dean that he has a point. ❝ Okay, okay...❞ he sighs. ❝ I guess those do trump your pie and porn addiction.. ❞ he says with a heavy sigh. There are other things he could say, but he's keeping this light hearted. After all, he doesn't hold anything against Dean.

❝ So the demon blood wasn't the best idea...nor trusting Ruby...or Lucifer...but I didn't knock up an Amazon woman.❞

[yourridetohell]

𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚠 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢, and he lets out a quick, barking laugh. ‟ Oh, so we're goin' there now, huh ? ‟ He shoots back, his tone still light but with that sharp edge. Dean shifts his weight, crossing his arms as if to protect himself from the blow Sam delivered, but there's no real malice in his eyes. Deep down, he knows Sam's not holding any of it against him—just like he's never held the big stuff against Sam. ‟ First of all, that Amazon thing ? Wasn't exactly my idea, alright ? You can't put that in the same league as releasing the Devil, man. ‟ he says. ‟ And for the record, I didn't know she was part of a murderous tribe when... well, you know. ‟ He shrugs, as if to say, ‘What can you do?’

Dean tilts his head, glancing at Sam with a grin. ‟ Let’s just say if dumb decisions were an Olympic sport, we’d both be standing on the podium. Silver and gold, baby. ‟

[inbeautifulruinsarchived]

𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒐 𝒊𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆, but she's stubborn -- very stubborn. And she went thinking she was more than prepared for this. But as luck would have it there is always something , isn't there? She tries to steady her breathing, trying to remain calm when all she would rather do is scream until her lungs gave out. Though from the horror of it all or the pain it's hard to say.

She turns her head to look to her phone on the ground and she says nothing, there's no point. There is no one to talk to but herself and the creature that put her in this situation. And she's not about to ask it how it's day is going.

Because clearly it's going better than hers.

❝ Please...❞ she softly whimpers. ❝ Hurry...❞

[yourridetohell]

𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚛𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚛, the engine growling as it tears down the darkened highway. His jaw tightens. He knows how headstrong she is, how she hates being told what to do. But this? Going off alone was a damn fool move. The thought of Ellen’s wrath twists in his gut like a knife. He’s faced down demons, ghosts, and things that go bump in the night▬▬but the idea of standing toe-to-toe with an angry Ellen Harvelle ? That’s a whole different kind of terror. She'll have his head for this▬▬not that it's his fault, but try telling her that. But damn it, he wishes Jo had let him in on her plans.. He's been down this road too many times▬▬loved ones in danger, time running out. But this is Jo, and he'll be damned if he lets anything happen to her.

Dean skids the Impala to a halt outside a dilapidated building on the outskirts of town▬▬a place that screams bad news. ‟ This better be it, ‟ he mutters, killing the engine. Pushing the car door open, he grips his flashlight and pistol, steeling himself as he approaches the creaking entrance. Inside, shadows stretch along the corridors, the air thick with dust and something more sinister. ‟Jo ! ‟ he calls out, his voice echoing off the peeling walls. Silence answers. His gut twists, every instinct screaming at him to stay sharp. Navigating through the debris and thick darkness, he sweeps his gaze over each room, refusing to let the thought cross his mind that he might already be too late. ‟ Come on, Jo. Give me a sign here. ‟

[inbeautifulruinsarchived]

𝒀𝒖𝒑, 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒈𝒐 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏, going back and forth as brother's do. He likes these moments with Dean. It almost feels rare where they actually behave like normal brothers. Not brother's who hunt, brothers who have seen things that no one else has ever seen.

❝ Should we make a list ? ❞ Sam asks, smirking just slightly. ❝ See who has done more stupid things than the other? ❞

[yourridetohell]

𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚏𝚝𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎, crossing his arms with a smirk tugging at his lips. ‟ Alright, let's see who's racked up more points on the stupid meter, ‟ he says, ‟ Demon blood addiction, trustin' Ruby, releasin' Lucifer▬▬ringin' any bells ? ‟

He meets Sam's gaze head-on, eyebrows raised in mock triumph. ‟ Face it, Sammy, when it comes to epic screw-ups, you're in a league of your own. ‟ With a grin, he gives Sam a light shove on the shoulder.

[inbeautifulruinsarchived]

There is a deadpan stare from Sam to Dean when his words are spoken. A scoff also follows and he shakes his head. Sam should really bite his tongue, truly and say nothing. Give Dean the thumbs up and say 'okay' and move along. But naw, he can't do that.

They're brothers and by code he can't do that.

❝ You mean like you do in front of me .. .constantly ? ❞

"If you wanna go and be stupid don't do it in front of me." - Sam @yourridetohell

[yourridetohell]

𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚎 𝚐𝚘 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗. His green eyes lock onto Sam's, reflecting a spark that is equal parts challenge and amusement. The corners of his mouth twitch as if suppressing a smirk, and a subtle tension lines his jaw▬▬a silent dare. It’s familiar thrill in pushing Sam's buttons▬▬a brotherly dance they've perfected over the years.

‟ Well, ain't that the pot calling the kettle black, ‟ he replies, his tone dripping with playful sarcasm.

[starkissedscars-a-deactivated20]

𝑻𝒐 𝒔𝒂𝒚 𝒔𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒏 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕. When it comes to Dean she knows that there are dangers in having him in her life ; but he's someone she needs in her life. She can't explain it even though she's always managed to have a way with words. Her life has always been less than normal, and somehow he even in all of his chaos managed to be a pillar in the storm. He's family. A family she's needed when hers was thrown to the wolves in the metaphorical sense.

So when she hears that familiar purr of the Impala, classic rock bass blaring and making the concreate rattle she can't hide the smile and her excitement of him being around. Danger, too, may be afoot but silver lining is that he's here.

Asking if Grace missed him that much she laughs, still hugging him. ❝ Not at all. ❞ she teases. ❝ Maybe a little. ❞

There is also the fear that comes with knowing Dean. When he leaves it leaves the question of whether or not he's going to come back which is why Grace has become accustomed to leaving him text messages , annoyingly so, when he hasn't responded in awhile. She's lost enough already - the thought of losing Dean causes her insides to twist, turn and knot themselves and her heart to sink.

But so far he's managed to make it out of everything. Maybe somewhere along the line Death simply got tired of Dean Winchester and leaves him alone.

At least, Grace can home.

❝ Please tell me you're staying awhile.❞ the young girl practically begs as her grip on him gets a little tighter.

[yourridetohell]

𝚑𝚎’𝚜 𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐▬▬hell, it’s part of the job, part of being who he is. But hearing it from Grace, seeing that flash of fear behind her teasing smile, it hits differently. She's always been tough, like him, but he knows the cracks loss can leave behind, the way it gnaws at you in the quiet moments. Her grip tightens around him, and it’s like she's holding onto something more than just him. Family. Grace doesn’t have to say it for him to know what it means▬▬what he means to her.

He gives her a soft smile, the kind he doesn’t use often, but it’s real. ‟ Yeah, I’m stayin’ a while, ‟ he says, voice low, trying to reassure her the only way he knows how▬▬by being there, in the moment. Truth is, he never knows how long he’s got, not with the life they lead. He can’t promise he’ll always make it back, and he damn well knows the risk of giving her false hope. But right now, with her holding onto him like he’s the last steady thing in the world, he’ll give her this▬▬he’ll stay as long as he can, and he’ll fight to keep that light in her eyes from fading. For her, for the family they’ve made, he’ll keep coming back, no matter the odds.

[starkissedscars-a-deactivated20]

𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒆𝒔 and it's no surprise that near the top of that list are hunters. Why? Because some witches simply make a bad name for the rest of them by casting curses and hexes for personal gain, out of pure spite and petty revenge. Sure, Faye could be that witch but she likes to think she's grown up since her wild days of recreating scenes from The Craft.

But she knows he's distrustful of her and the power she has which is fair, but that doesn't mean she wont' engage in a game of cat and mouse with a Winchester even if it's treading dangerous territory. What's life without a little risk?

❝ Little ? ❞ Faye acts offended by such a suggestion, her hand coming to her chest as though to grasp her now faint heart to his words.

As Dean closes in the distance between them Faye stands tall with that smirk still on her crimson lips. ❝ Mm, because you'd somehow be pointing the blaming finger at me, wouldn't you ? ❞ Wouldn't be the first time and probably not the last.

But she's only at fault for at least 14% of the time.

❝ You missed me? ❞ she teases as she too, moves in closer. ❝ Don't you know just how to flatter a girl ? ❞

[yourridetohell]

𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚝𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚗𝚊𝚙. Witches and hunters▬▬always at odds, always watching for the knife in the dark. It’s just the way it is, the way it’s gotta be. But Faye ? She’s different, or at least she pretends to be. Hell, maybe she even believes it. Dean’s not naive enough to fall for that, though. He’s seen too much, lived through too many curses, hex bags, and broken deals to let his guard down just because someone’s got a pretty face and a clever mouth. But still, there’s something about her, the way she plays this game like it’s just another Saturday night, that makes him pause, makes him wonder. And that smirk she’s wearing ? It’s a challenge he knows too well.

He steps in even closer, his grin fading just a little as her words settle between them. ‟ Yeah, well, ‟ he drawls, his voice dipping low, ‟ you know me. Always gotta keep an eye on the troublemakers. ‟ His gaze flickers over her, searching for any sign that she’s baiting him into something more than just another round of back-and-forth. There’s a part of him, deep down, that almost enjoys this dance with her▬▬like he’s walking a tightrope with no net. But he can’t afford to lose focus. Not with her. Not with what she could do if she wanted. His lips quirk up again, but this time there’s a sharper edge to it. ‟ Flattery’s all part of the job, sweetheart. But don’t get too comfortable. You might like it a little too much. ‟

[inbeautifulruinsarchived]

The tremors through her body made her numb. She could barely feel her phone in her hand as she pressed the button to get Dean on the line. Whatever words came out of her mouth were unknown to her. They sounded distant, barely an echo as she tried to explain what happened and where she is. Jo didn't need to give too much until Dean said he was on his way, but would he be too late...?

The phone slips from her fingers and her head goes back against the wall. Everything around her suddenly falls into shades of black.

It's fine, she thinks. He'll be here...right?

“ stay where you are, i’m on my way. “ - Jo @yourridetohell

[yourridetohell]

‟ 𝙹𝚘 ? ‟ he barks, tension threading through his tone. Her words are fractured, distant▬▬something about an attack, a location he can't quite piece together. The line crackles and goes dead, leaving him with a dial tone and a sinking feeling in his gut. He clenches the phone, jaw tight, mind racing to fill in the blanks. He bolts out the door, keys in hand, heart pounding in his chest like a war drum. Sliding into the Impala, he fires up the engine, the roar matching the turmoil inside him.

‟ Hold on, ‟ he mutters, gripping the steering wheel until his knuckles blanch. Streets blur past as he pushes the car to its limits, every instinct honed in on finding her. Regret tugs at him—he should've been there—but he shoves it aside. There's no room for doubt. Not now. Not when she needs him.

[yourridetohell]

❝ 𝚆𝚎𝚕𝚕, 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕, 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕…❞ 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚙𝚜 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚜, 𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚜 𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚝. ❝ 𝙸𝚏 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚗 𝚆𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛. ❞ 𝙵𝚊𝚢𝚎 𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚞𝚙 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚜, 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚖𝚒𝚡 𝚘𝚏 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜. ❝ 𝙳𝚒𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚝 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚛 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚒𝚗? 𝙳𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚍? 𝙾𝚛 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝚖𝚎 ? ❞ — @starkissedscars

𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 he hears that voice, low and smooth like honey mixed with venom. His fingers twitch at his side, instinctively hovering near the waistband of his jeans, where his blade is sheathed under his jacket. He doesn't turn right away, but his jaw clenches as that smirk curls up on his lips, the kind that says he's not going to let her see just how much she’s getting under his skin. When he finally looks over, there she is, stepping out of the shadows like a damn predator stalking her prey. Faye. Arms crossed, lips curled into that playful, devious smile she’s always worn like a weapon. He meets her gaze head-on, those green eyes sharp, sizing her up like she’s just another one of the monsters he’s spent his life hunting.

‟ Well, well, well... ‟ Dean repeats, his voice a low rasp, heavy with sarcasm. ‟ If it ain't that little witch. ‟ He doesn't bother hiding the edge in his tone. She’s good at reading people, always has been, and he knows damn well she’ll pick up on the fact that her little entrance isn’t shaking him. Not much, anyway. ‟ Cat familiar ? Demon deal ? ‟ He scoffs, stepping forward, closing the distance between them with that familiar swagger. ‟ Nah, Sweetheart, if I was here on business, you’d already know. ‟ His grin is sharp, but there’s something in his eyes that flickers—a hint of something more that he’s not about to let her see. Not yet. ‟ Maybe I just missed you. Or maybe I’m just here to make sure you’re not causin' more trouble than you’re worth. ‟

[yourridetohell]

❝ 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚗! ❞ 𝙶𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚍𝚕𝚢 𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗, 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚙 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚜 𝚑𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚝𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝. — @starkissedscars

‟ 𝚆𝚑𝚘𝚊, 𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎, ‟ Dean murmured, his voice rougher than he intended, though there was an unmistakable warmth beneath the gravel. He tightened his hold on her, one hand moving to the back of her head in a gesture that was more instinct than thought. A rare smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, a fleeting expression that almost seemed out of place on his usually stern features. Smiles weren’t something he gave away easily—not anymore—but with Grace and Sam, it always felt natural. ‟ Miss me that much, huh ? ‟ The words were teasing, but there was no mistaking the affection in his tone.

She was a spark in the darkness, a bright, infectious energy that seemed to light up the room just by being in it. Dean couldn’t shake the thought—how much he needed that light, how desperately he craved it in a world that seemed to get darker by the day. She was more than just a breath of fresh air; she was a reminder that there was still good out there, something pure and worth fighting for, something beyond the constant struggle to survive. Dean knew that was something they couldn’t afford to lose⸻𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒂𝒇𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆.

‟ Yeah, yeah, I missed you too, ‟ Dean admitted, his voice a low rumble, as his hand instinctively reached out to ruffle her hair. The gesture was more reflex than intention, a familiar habit that had become his way of showing he cared.

[yourridetohell]

#𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐎𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋 ;; an independent and highly selective portrayal of 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 from 𝘚𝘶𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘭, driven by over a decade of roleplay experience. Written with a deep understanding of his character, blending canon with original headcanons. All narratives are rooted in the supernatural lore and brought to life by my creative inspiration.

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🐝  *  ―  𝑺𝑷𝑰𝑹𝑰𝑻𝑬𝑫 𝑨𝑾𝑨𝒀 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺.

❛  we'll just have to make do.  ❜ ❛  come on, it'll be fun.  ❜ ❛  wait, where are we going?  ❜ ❛  you can't be here. go now!  ❜ ❛  it's just a dream, a stupid dream.  ❜ ❛  don't be afraid. i'm a friend.  ❜ ❛  i can't stand up. what should i do?  ❜ ❛  now listen, i'l tell you what to do. if you stay here, they'll find you. i'll distract them while you get away.  ❜ ❛  you have no choice if you want to survive here ... and save your parents, too.  ❜ ❛  why do i need a weakling like you?  ❜ ❛  trembling, aren't you? still, i'm impressed you made it this far.  ❜ ❛  what a pain. you're gonna pay for this.  ❜ ❛  keep your wits about you. if you need anything, ask me.  ❜ ❛  hey, are you okay? don't fall apart on me.  ❜ ❛  listen to me. i'll promise i'll save you.  ❜ ❛  what did you expect after all that rain?  ❜ ❛  i'm gonna get there someday. i'll get out of here for sure.  ❜ ❛  i was just coming to wake you up, look!  ❜ ❛  what should i do? he'll die!  ❜ ❛  what's so funny? wipe off that smile.  ❜ ❛  don't do anything stupid until i get down there.  ❜ ❛  you see, someone i really care about is badly hurt. i've got to go right now.  ❜ ❛  this is our little secret. if you tell anyone ... i'll do the same to you.  ❜ ❛  what are you going to do? he needs help.  ❜ ❛  becoming a sorcerer's apprentice is dangerous business.  ❜ ❛  well, getting there is one thing. getting back's the problem.  ❜ ❛  [name], i promise i'll be back. please don't die.  ❜ ❛  don't you understand? it's love.  ❜ ❛  what took you so long? this is a total disaster!  ❜ ❛  what do you want? you can tell me.  ❜ ❛  what, you're still alive?  ❜ ❛  you still don't see it? she's played a trick on you.  ❜ ❛  since when do you talk that way?  ❜ ❛  you held this, and nothing happened to you?  ❜ ❛  i'd like to help you, but there's nothing i can do. it's one of our rules here.  ❜ ❛  but can't you even give me a hint?  ❜ ❛  everything that happens stays inside you ... even if you can't remember it.  ❜ ❛  see? you have a talent for this.  ❜ ❛  [name], i no longer blame you for what you did. but be sure to protect this girl.  ❜ ❛  will we meet again somewhere?  ❜

[let-me-be-your-home]

Supernatural 15x20 | Carry On The first time versus the last time. 

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inasavagegarden​:

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