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? ❞}

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? ❞}

whskeybent:

     ❝ You’re kidding me. ❞

           _{❝ nope, and get this —- all the vics? relatives
           of hunters. i mean, i didn’t even think hunters
           h a d  relatives who weren’t in the life. it’s one
           thing to put yourself in danger, but how could
           someone knowingly endanger their family like
           that?      they were ignorant, dean, every one of
           them.  ❞}

+5

worthyofthemark:

          “Just gonna stand there or you got somethin’ for me?”

        _{❝              alright, grumpy, calm down.  ❞}  

        _{he tosses the plastic bag at dean’s chest,
        rolling his eyes as he shucks his worn green 
        coat. geez. he doesn’t know anyone who gets
        t h i s  excited whenever there’s pie within a 
        twelve-mile radius.}

devilvessel:

alastairtookdean

rexpuerilis

ripoutthoseprettyblackeyes

kingsxward

analysiis

          [♞] ––   _{“well sure there is a lot of people Here for the party.”}

              _{not real. this is not real.    [ you got away. we got you out, sammy. ]}

                                                 _{the mantra is forced and flat, and the
                                 pressure on his scar has no effect on the steady
                                 image before him.           [ you sure about that, bunk buddy? ]}

                      _{❝ you’re not real … —- ❞}

ferociousfreckles:

                         ^{”——-Yeah. Okay.”}

          ^{Dean sighed. Is this was he got for trying to be a good, caring older brother? Mostly he was just trying to show his love and appreciation —- since apparently he wasn’t good at that kind of thing. Didn’t… show it enough. So this was him trying. This was him trying and failing.}

                                                      ^{“No more hugs —- got it. Moments gone anyway.”}

               _{{ ♟ }    Sam could see the  m o m e n t  Dean’s attitude 
                shifted. It wasn’t subtle —- it never was —- and Sam felt 
                ever-familiar     guilt    begin to chew away at his stomach.  
                Before it could sink its teeth too firmly into the soft tissue, 
                Sam hesitantly wrapped his arms around Dean’s strong form.}

                               _{The sensation was weird, if he was being honest, seeing as the only
                               time he and Dean ever really got touchy-feely was when one of them 
                               almost kicked the bucket. Still, Sam would be lying if he said he didn't 
                               enjoy leeching comfort from his older brother, just like old times.}