Eighteen have nightmares.

winchesstter:

• darkwatercas
• savingyourass
• exorcised-in-blasphemy
• rexpuerilis
• thepuppetmastermatt
• absentisxanima
• oblitusxfratrem
• the-epic-slice
• waywardtendencies
• catnipped-and-on-fire
• xxdwinchester
• dontscratchthewalls
• the-devil-boy
• thelosthuntress
• xprettybow
• treadx
• xtempus
• selflessbeta

“I think I stepped in somethin’…”

          _{❝ dude.         gross. ❞}

stanfordxgirl:

                “Can we get pizza?”

         _{❝ yeah, sure! 
                                  you wanna go out or get delivery? ❞}

justanemptymeatsuit:

_{“Alright, alright.”}

            _{“—Sorry, Sam.”}

          _{guilt pangs sharply in his chest, and he swallows around
          the regret in his throat. but still             ruby’s been around 
          the block.           she should know better than to mess with 
          weapons like that.   
                                                ❝ it’s fine. just…. be more careful, okay? ❞}

protegamxeum:

                        _{Dean kinda thinks the river idea wasn’t such a bad one
                        although then they’d still have wet Sam to deal with and
                        that was almost just as bad as sam covered in filth.}

                            _{❝Yes
                                           No.
                              there’s gotta be a change 
                                       of clothes in the trunk.❞}

                        _{he relaxes, a smile gracing his tired features
                        another small laugh slips between his lips}

                        _{❝I hope you’re not too emotionally
                                                 attached to that jacket.❞}

               _{sam graces his brother with a glare, shaking his 
               arms in an attempt to dislodge some of the muck. 
               okay, gross. next time, dean gets to do the dirty work.}

                  _{and damn, but samd’d just  l o v e  to see 
                  dean’s face if he slid onto the impala's 
                  leather seats in all his glory. 
                                       but that’d be just cruel, even for sam.}          

             _{❝ yeah, yeah. 
                      you know, i think the only thing we could do 
                  for this jacket is burn it. ❞}

justanemptymeatsuit:

       <sub>[ she sighed, rolling her eyes before handing the gun back to him. ]



                   ”There. Happy?”</sub>

         _{he sticks the gun in the waistband of his jeans,
         eyebrows raised accusingly. ❝ next time, stick to
         knives, alright? ❞}

justanemptymeatsuit:

            _{“Anyone other than me?”}

             _{❝ no one else even knows we have it. ❞
                               [ he holds out his hand, palm up. ]
❝ give it back. now. ❞}

justanemptymeatsuit:

               _{—-I didn’t do it.}

          _{❝                    yeah? then who did? ❞}

casfucker:

Don't you dare think that there is anything, 

past or present, that I would put in front of you.

protegamxeum:

                         _{Dean doesn’t even bother trying
                         to stifle his laughter at this point.}

                                   _{❝This is
                                                 this is too good, man.❞}

                            _{the hunter pulls out his cell phone and
                                 snaps a picture of his little brother.}

                      _{❝You ain’t ever gonna live this down.❞
                                    [ he realizes something ]}

                              _{❝You ain’t getting in the Impala like that either.❞}

          _{sam can see the humor in this. kind of. through a very,
          v e r y  long telescope. because here, on his end,  he’s
          caked in things he doesn’t even want to think about.}

                                      _{❝                dean. ❞ 
                   he’s descended to whining, but in his defense he’s
                   pretty sure some of the… stuff… has begun making its
                   way up his nostrils.}
                           

          _{❝ what am i supposed to do? jump in the river? ❞}

protegamxeum:

_{“You look      
                      oh my god.”
                            Tries really hard not to laugh, but it’s not working.
            ”What happened?”}

                                     _{❝ shut up. ❞}

          _{he wipes at his face, smearing dirt and manure 
          across the sleeve of his jacket. man, does it  s t i n k .}

                _{❝ one of the goats up at the old farm got a little…. aggressive. ❞ 
                                             [ god, he just wants to take a shower. ]
                               ❝ oh come o       
                                            will you cut it out? ❞}