_{autumnxbelle:}

{❦} “What? No, it’s not
you’re just being lame.
C’mon. I’ll show you my
boobs  to make it fair.” 

_{❝ what —- no, autumn, no, i don’t
want to see your —— your        -  that. ❞}

                                          _{[ yes he does ]}

_{autumnxbelle:}

{❦} “Um— sure.”

            She holds out her other hand, awaiting
            him to place the knife in her palm. Fingers
            twitch slightly in anticipation, brows furrow
            as the cool metal touches her skin. She flips
            the knife open, taking her bottom lip between
            her teeth as she presses the sharp tip to her
            palm, slicing the skin where the splinter had
            become lodged in her skin.

        “————Ow.” 

     _{he hands her the knife, fingers brushing her palm as
     he does so. her hands are soft to the touch, or maybe
     they’ve both got enough callouses that he’s not quite
     sure what tenderness is any more.}

              _{❝ careful. don’t want to take off your whole hand. ❞}  

_{myturntocarve:}

             ”Well, look who’s finally awake — “

       _{❝ finally? it’s only eight thirty… ❞}

_{autumnxbelle:}

{❦}“Oh there you are.”

                    A smile tugs at her lips as she sets
                    her sights on him, nearly bouncing
                    to his side. She had been looking up
                    and down for her colleague for nearly
                    an hour, making a game out of it rather
                    than just calling him.

       ”I’ve been looking for you. I
        was thinking about joining
        your class this afternoon.” 

     _{❝ hey. ❞}  

                  _{she’s overly jumpy today. granted, autumn always
                  has a lot of energy, but she basically pounces on
                  him the moment he turns around.}

        _{❝ yeah? maybe you should let out some
           of that energy in kickboxing instead. ❞}  

_{autumnxbelle:}

{❦} “The Walking Dead was pretty spot-on.”

                             Her gaze flicks to his face for a
                             fraction of a second before she’s
                             back to digging at her palm,
                             pinching and prodding to get that
                             stupid little piece of wood out.

         ”All but one, it’s in there pretty deep.
           I hope it doesn’t get infected.”

                        She holds her hand out a bit, fingers
                        splayed and palm facing upwards to
                        show him the offending splinter. 

     _{maybe  walking  dead  was  spot  on,  but
     sam thinks that nothing really could have
     prepared him or anyone else for the actual
     end.  besides, no matter how realistic, it’s
     always  romanticized.   really,  there’s  no
     glory in being the hero.  all that’s left is to
     pray you make it to the next day.}

           _{❝ i’ve got a pocket knife, if you wanna try and use that. ❞}  

_sonofapie:

        _{❝ ———-I’m not drugged, I’m sleepy.
            Dealin’ with it with my new friend, the fourth cup of whiskey-coffee. ❞}

       _{❝ doesn’t the whiskey kinda defeat the purpose? ❞}

_{autumnxbelle:}

{❦} “Something the movies never
tell you about the end of the world,
there’s a lot of fucking splinters.”

                 She’s hunched over, nails
                 digging into her palm.

        “I’ve gotten like three, just
          today alone. This sucks.”  

   _{❝ there’s a lot of things
               they don’t tell you. ❞}  

                                 _{like the stench.
             no one ever mentions that.
                     rotting flesh stinks, worse
                     than anything sam’s ever
                     smelled in his life, and it’s
                     e v e r y w h e r e .} 

       _{❝ you get them out? ❞}  

_{autumnxbelle:}

{❦} This is her favorite part about being awake in the mornings.

                    “She said I don’t know if I’ve ever been good enough
                      I’m a little bit rusty, and I think my head is caving in
                     And I don’t know if I’ve ever been really loved
                     By a hand that’s touched me, well I feel like something’s
                    Gonna give and I’m a little bit angry—“

        She’s cooking breakfast in her little boyshorts and a crop top, oblivious to anything besides the food in front of her and the song playing from the iPod dock to her left. There’s a pause in her singing as she reaches up towards the cabinet, pulling out the salt shaker and adding some to the eggs, wriggling her hips along with the motion.

                   ”—I wanna take you for granted,
                    Well I will, well I will." 

     _{if sam had to choose, he’d be a morning person.  unfortunately,
     things rarely work out in his favor, and so he often ends up staying
     awake into the wee hours of the morning or just being too damn
     exhausted to get up any earlier than ten am. still, the days he is able
     to rise early, to get a coffee while it’s still hot or read a newspaper
     fresh off the press, he finds he likes the way the sun’s early beams
     slot through his sleazy motel-room blinds and cast geometric
     patterns across the carpet.}

                                                           _{today seems to be one of those days.}

             _{the sun is bright, smiling at him from across the room.
             he blinks, chasing away the last vestiges of sleep from
             his eyes as music rings in his ears. must’ve been what
             woke him up.}

                                         _{he rises from the bed, taking a moment
                                         to stretch his arms over his head, and
                                         pads over to where autumn is dancing.}   

        _{❝ mmmm…. eggs? smells good. ❞}

_whskeybent:

     [ the one thing that always plagued dean
        was nightmares—nightmares of sam dead,
        lifeless, leaving dean by himself, and the 
        finality of it is really what scares him the most.
        he knows he wouldn’t be able to face the world
        without the other. so when the latest nightmare
        stirs him up from sleep at three am, he does the
        practical thing; instead of screaming, he just
        curls closer to his sibling’s back, nose trailing
        along the back of sam’s neck, exhaling softly. ]

       _{[   there’s something reassuring about waking up in
            his brother’s arms. it should feel strange, or even
            wrong, but instead it just feels like   h o m e .  he
            nuzzles  back  into  dean’s arms, mind foggy with
            the early stages of wakefulness, and suppresses a
            shiver  as  his brother’s warm breath tickles across
            the   sensitive   skin   at   the   nape   of   his    neck.   ]}

xxcastiel:

[ ✞ ]      ❝i asked a woman where the nearest rest stop was
                and she screamed and touched me with the device—
                                                                    and then she ran away.❞

     _{his first reaction is overwhelming relief, because
     while tasering can be extremely painful (trust him,
     he knows) it hardly ever causes lasting damage.
     next comes some sort of misplaced humor, because
     come on, an angel getting tasered?}

                  _{❝ shit, cas. what’d you do                     
                      threaten her with your angel blade?  ❞}