Run from the demons... towards the pie.

baby-sammi-winchester: drawjensen: by blakravell Dat’s Dee!...

Mon, 24 Oct 2011 10:40:21 -0700

baby-sammi-winchester:

drawjensen:

by blakravell

Dat’s Dee! :D

/laughs/ why yes it is.

I miss Dee... An' Toni-lady been sad... :(

Mon, 24 Oct 2011 10:39:48 -0700

I’m right here sweetie, whats the matter?

chaoshasapet: thisisdeanwinchester: Dean wandered down the street in the dark, his boots crunching...

Sat, 22 Oct 2011 21:49:58 -0700

chaoshasapet:

thisisdeanwinchester:

Dean wandered down the street in the dark, his boots crunching on the cold ground. His movements were a bit sloppy and uncoordinated, his vision blurry and his tongue felt like a dead weight in his mouth. It was probably good he’d walked to the bar, and not driven. It wasn’t too far, but he didn’t want to take the risk driving home drunk and hurting his baby.

Scott was walking quickly from some strangers home late at night. He loved how his new body was much more apt to fashionable clothing, and his heavy leather jacket had the collar popped against the wind. He spotted another person, definitely inebriated, wandering down the street. Scott was prone to brushing nonsense like that off, let the stupid try their fate, but the face made him stop. “Dean?” he called incredulously from across the street.

He froze. “Who’s there?” Dean sloppily tucked the bottle back into his jacket and reached for his gun, not sure where to look. Whoever had called his name didn’t sound inherrently friendly nor concerned for his well being, which, for the meantime, meant a thred. He hoped it was just a mistaken face and not someone actually talking to him.

Dean wandered down the street in the dark, his boots crunching on the cold ground. His movements...

Sat, 22 Oct 2011 21:23:02 -0700

Dean wandered down the street in the dark, his boots crunching on the cold ground. His movements were a bit sloppy and uncoordinated, his vision blurry and his tongue felt like a dead weight in his mouth. It was probably good he’d walked to the bar, and not driven. It wasn’t too far, but he didn’t want to take the risk driving home drunk and hurting his baby.

/whistles idly/ Hello?

Sat, 22 Oct 2011 18:51:46 -0700

/stretches/ anyone got anything for spliting headaches?

Sat, 22 Oct 2011 14:07:51 -0700

Booze is good.

Sun, 16 Oct 2011 23:22:22 -0700

thisissamwinchester:

thisisdeanwinchester:

Dean shook his head. “No, that’s not it. I’m not feeling guilty about what I or my body or that demon did or saw or what-the-fuck-ever, although the murders are getting to me a bit, but anyways it’s not that…” he gulped and hid his head in his hands. “It’s… it’s that it won’t go away. I can’t get rid of it Sam. I jerk off to the bad stuff and have nightmare to the worse stuff. It’s so wrong and disgusting and I can’t stop myself unless I drink myself into darkness where’s there’s just… nothing. I need the nothing Sam, because otherwise all I can think about is you or the people that died by my hands.” He took a deep, shuddering breath, trying and failing not to cry. “I wake up in the middle of the night Sam and I jerk off and then I wash my hands so many goddamn times. I can’t get the blood off them, I can’t get the dirt off me. It won’t go away. None of it.”

Sam sighed, scooting over until his hip bumped into Dean’s. “It’s okay you know.” he said with a quiet sigh. “You really have to forgive yourself. That’s really the only way that you’re gonna get over it.” he laid his head back on the back of the couch and closed his eyes. “I’m not planning on just disappearing on you just because you’ve got issues Dean, that’s not the way it works.”

“It doesn’t work that way Sam.” He sighed heavily but didn’t look up as Sam moved closer. He curled away from him. “It’s not about forgiving myself. I can’t. You know what happened this morning? I was so hard I actually woke up. Fixed it, drank myself back to sleep, woke up and hour later with the same problem. happened again. I got up to try to take a shower and I could do nothing but jack off. How am I supposed to forgive myself for that? What can I possibly do that will make thinking of you in the shower when it isn’t even you not feel guilty? I can’t stand it, but it’s right there, and it won’t go the fuck away.”

Booze is good.

Sun, 16 Oct 2011 23:04:00 -0700

thisissamwinchester:

thisisdeanwinchester:

Dean yelped like someone had just tried to tear a limb off. “Hey! Give that back Sam!” He reached half-heartedly for the bottle, but gave up at the prospect of having to lean over Sam to get it. “I just… god I don’t even know how to talk about this…” Dean ran his hand through his grimy hair, frowned in disgust, and wiped his hands on his jeans. “I know you don’t remember shit, but I do and… the demon that had me and that… whatever that had you were like… oh fuck… like, together. together together. so very together. but I remember it all.” He curled up again on his end of the couch and shut his mouth. “Fuck. Nevermind. Said to much anyways.” he mumbled.

“You know it wasn’t you right? It was a demon.” he said quietly. “You don’t have a reason to feel guilty.”

Dean shook his head. “No, that’s not it. I’m not feeling guilty about what I or my body or that demon did or saw or what-the-fuck-ever, although the murders are getting to me a bit, but anyways it’s not that…” he gulped and hid his head in his hands. “It’s… it’s that it won’t go away. I can’t get rid of it Sam. I jerk off to the bad stuff and have nightmare to the worse stuff. It’s so wrong and disgusting and I can’t stop myself unless I drink myself into darkness where’s there’s just… nothing. I need the nothing Sam, because otherwise all I can think about is you or the people that died by my hands.” He took a deep, shuddering breath, trying and failing not to cry. “I wake up in the middle of the night Sam and I jerk off and then I wash my hands so many goddamn times. I can’t get the blood off them, I can’t get the dirt off me. It won’t go away. None of it.”

Booze is good.

Sun, 16 Oct 2011 22:51:22 -0700

thisissamwinchester:

thisisdeanwinchester:

“it’s just that…” Dean shook himself. “Nevermind. You wouldn’t want to know. Besides, it’s nothing the bottom of a bottle can’t cure.” He sat on the opposite end of the couch, curling up with the bottle in his hand, trying to silence the sloshing of the liquor against the glass.

He let out an annoyed grunt, reaching over and stealing the bottle from Dean. “Talk to me.” he ordered, wedging the bottle between his hip and the arm of the couch.

Dean yelped like someone had just tried to tear a limb off. “Hey! Give that back Sam!” He reached half-heartedly for the bottle, but gave up at the prospect of having to lean over Sam to get it. “I just… god I don’t even know how to talk about this…” Dean ran his hand through his grimy hair, frowned in disgust, and wiped his hands on his jeans. “I know you don’t remember shit, but I do and… the demon that had me and that… whatever that had you were like… oh fuck… like, together. together together. so very together. but I remember it all.” He curled up again on his end of the couch and shut his mouth. “Fuck. Nevermind. Said to much anyways.” he mumbled.

Booze is good.

Sun, 16 Oct 2011 22:28:53 -0700

thisissamwinchester:

thisisdeanwinchester:

Dean scowled. “I’m not moping, ok? I’m watching TV and enjoying some booze, so please, by all means, come on in and crash the party.” He pulled Sam inside, not waiting for an answer, and lead him to the couch before shutting the door behind him. “Might liven it up a bit.” he grumbled

“Seriously dude, what is up with you?” he crossed his arms. “I’m freakin’ blind and I can see that something’s wrong.”

“it’s just that…” Dean shook himself. “Nevermind. You wouldn’t want to know. Besides, it’s nothing the bottom of a bottle can’t cure.” He sat on the opposite end of the couch, curling up with the bottle in his hand, trying to silence the sloshing of the liquor against the glass.

Booze is good.

Sun, 16 Oct 2011 20:58:13 -0700

thisissamwinchester:

thisisdeanwinchester:

thisissamwinchester:

thisisdeanwinchester:

He stood unsteadily and scrambled his way to the door, gripping the bottle tight in one hand and trying to keep himself steady with the other. He yanked the door open, grumbling, before he realized who it was. “S-sam… I… I wasn’t, uh, expecting you…” Dean shifted uncomfortably and stood in the door. “What’re you… doing here?”

He shrugged. “Checking on you.” he said, “Can I come in or…?”

“I… uh… well I don’t really need checking on, for one, and I guess if you really want to…” he steped aside and held the door open, running a hand tiredly over his face and sighing heavily. “I’m afraid I’m not very, uh, fit company right now. You can come back later if you want… though I’m not really sure when…” he trailed off, trying to get his head back together.

“Did you want me to go and leave you to mope?” he made a face. “Cause I can do that too if you’d rather…” he didn’t make a motion to go.

Dean scowled. “I’m not moping, ok? I’m watching TV and enjoying some booze, so please, by all means, come on in and crash the party.” He pulled Sam inside, not waiting for an answer, and lead him to the couch before shutting the door behind him. “Might liven it up a bit.” he grumbled

Booze is good.

Sun, 16 Oct 2011 20:51:02 -0700

thisissamwinchester:

thisisdeanwinchester:

He stood unsteadily and scrambled his way to the door, gripping the bottle tight in one hand and trying to keep himself steady with the other. He yanked the door open, grumbling, before he realized who it was. “S-sam… I… I wasn’t, uh, expecting you…” Dean shifted uncomfortably and stood in the door. “What’re you… doing here?”

He shrugged. “Checking on you.” he said, “Can I come in or…?”

“I… uh… well I don’t really need checking on, for one, and I guess if you really want to…” he steped aside and held the door open, running a hand tiredly over his face and sighing heavily. “I’m afraid I’m not very, uh, fit company right now. You can come back later if you want… though I’m not really sure when…” he trailed off, trying to get his head back together.

Booze is good.

Sun, 16 Oct 2011 20:38:08 -0700

thisissamwinchester:

thisisdeanwinchester:

Dean sat on the couch in his pristine apartment. The lights were off and the room was lit from the TV. He’d been slowly drinking from a bottle of jack the whole evening and the light from the TV was making his eyes hurt. He was kind of zoned out and uninterested in the movie that was playing. In fact, most of his attention was on the booze. He started when he heard a knock on his door.

Sam shifted his weight uncomfortably, he knew he had to talk to Dean but he’d been putting it off…

He stood unsteadily and scrambled his way to the door, gripping the bottle tight in one hand and trying to keep himself steady with the other. He yanked the door open, grumbling, before he realized who it was. “S-sam… I… I wasn’t, uh, expecting you…” Dean shifted uncomfortably and stood in the door. “What’re you… doing here?”

Booze is good.

Sun, 16 Oct 2011 20:25:50 -0700

Dean sat on the couch in his pristine apartment. The lights were off and the room was lit from the TV. He’d been slowly drinking from a bottle of jack the whole evening and the light from the TV was making his eyes hurt. He was kind of zoned out and uninterested in the movie that was playing. In fact, most of his attention was on the booze. He started when he heard a knock on his door.

purrplekat1989: kyui13: purdaldoo: graphicspuddle: bonshaquia...

Sat, 15 Oct 2011 16:31:00 -0700

purrplekat1989:

kyui13:

purdaldoo:

graphicspuddle:

bonshaquialafondria:

tsukizora:

memethings:

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La Seine

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I vote blue raspberry„,yum!

LOL

to be fair this was in reference to how Jared tasted when licked…))

((GEEZ SAM EVER THINKING OF TAMING THOSE SIDEBURNS JUST A BIT? YOU'RE BORDERING 70S KANGAROO HUNTER DEAR LORD CONTROL YOUR FACE SIR.))

Sat, 15 Oct 2011 16:12:21 -0700

((Oh my god this fic is heartbreaking. like, seriously, omfg. I can't tear myself away from it and I'm supposed to be doing science. but this fic, I just can't. ;________________________; ))

Sat, 15 Oct 2011 15:04:15 -0700

Sam!

Sat, 15 Oct 2011 00:38:00 -0700

thisissamwinchester:

You got a better way to fix my fucked up head then please, tell me, I’m all ears. But if you don’t have any better ideas then stop fucking judging my methods.

purrplekat1989: acklesbitchboy: adrianfdagmar: kaygemonstar: ...

Sat, 15 Oct 2011 00:35:10 -0700

purrplekat1989:

acklesbitchboy:

adrianfdagmar:

kaygemonstar:

hopelesslyromanticizing:

Kay this is different from the usual lovey-dovey and/or hopelessly romantic stuff I usually reblog but I just had to share !
I have a birthmark on my wrist.
I was emo in a past life -.-

So I was shot in the head or something? o.o;;;;

Fire burn on my right side. I probably bled out because it’s all the way on my wrist.

I got stabbed through the leg with an arrow.

Deep puncture wound to right hip

((multiple stab wounds to back, neck, chest, face, and arms. and I lost a few fingers. cool!))

Sam!

Sat, 15 Oct 2011 00:32:14 -0700

thisissamwinchester:

*resisting the urge to bitchface*

No Dean, I”m judging you for the way you’re going about doing it.

Well sor-ry Sam but I gotta do something. Sorry I’m not the king of subtle but there really isn’t any other way to go about it now is there?