‘Damn’ was the angels first thought as he walked into Dean. For the passed day since he had smelled that flower Dean had been on his mind and now that he was in front of him his impulses were quite hard to contract. The angel clenched his hand into a tight fist and kept his eyes trained on his own shoes, “Hiding. Something has happened to me. I should be going.” Castiel replied honestly before biting his lip hard to keep himself from not kissing Dean and to stop his tongue from telling the Winchester what he wanted him to show him.
Dean looked at the angel incredulously, if not mockingly at the fact that Castiel thought the hunter would just let him go like that. He’d been trying to reach him for days and if something was going on, then he should help, just like he needed the angel’s help. Reaching out, he took a hold of Cas’ shoulder, hoping he could keep the man from flying off while canting his head to the side, trying to catch the other’s gaze. “Cas? What happened?”
To do list:
I’ll be back soon!
superWOLF: The Code
Our newest verse is similar to this. I just love it so much. If you wanna join in that’s open to discussion, just let me know. (God I’m so excited for this)
Jackson Whittemore — Anti-Christ
Stiles Stilinski — Demon
“You don’t even gotta ask, Stiles. Lead the way, sugar.”
Stiles grinned, grabbing her keys, before making her way to her blue jeep. “Your car or mine?” SHe asked Dean.
“Mine. This meatsuit comes with a kickass ride,” he chuckled, patting his pocket where the carkeys were at.
He was grateful the demon actually backed out of his space, if only for a moment. And he took the moment to adjust his shirt from where it had been skewed as he’d been yanked around by his collar. He wiped at his kiss swollen lips with the back of his hand. He took a step backwards, though he still doubted he could outrun him. He glared at him, taking another small step back. “Yeah kind of hard to complain when someone is jamming their tongue down your throat.” The teen snipped with a sneer.
“Tsk, don’t be like that, baby. I know you liked it,” he purred, mimicking him by taking a step closer as the teen back away one. Grinning in amusement, he watched the distance between them and took another step closer. “You want more, don’t you? A pretty, little virgin like you…Think I could split you in two and have you moan all prettily too.”
Cool with it? He threw a major bitch fit at our boss when he saw me that day.
Maybe he should have but she never expected him to.. it was Dean Winchester after all and what was she? The hunted. Her brothers were hardly around anyway and she moped half the time. Okay so staying where she was seemed like a good option for now. “Good, thats good to hear— me? Oh just fine.”
He could tell she wasn’t being truthful, but he didn’t point it out. Instead he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, not sure what to say next. Seriously, they had never been this awkward around each other and now, because of a stupid demon of all things. “Son of a bitch! Can’t we just talk like we used to? Or you do that weird, feel-me crap and just get past all this shit?”
“Look, I don’t know who sent you, but I told Miranda not to send anymore hunters my way. I can’t keep helping hunters now that Ariana’s born. I might be able to help you with a meal and some knowledge, but I can’t give you a place to stay, sorry.”
“Who says I’m a hunter?” he merely answered, cocking an eyebrow at her rambling.
When you can’t delay going to the bathroom any longer:
Stuffing your face so you can get out that reply sooner rather than later:
Adding straws so you can keep typing when thirsty:
Taking more showers than baths, because it’s faster:.
Sex? You mean smutting it up:
Having to answer people talking to you irl:
Being forced to go out and socialize:
Falling asleep behind your laptop:
Of course she had no idea whether or not he’d remember anything that demon said whilst inside but she could only guess that he did. It had been nasty and she’d been fearful of hurting Dean or— well.. being hurt by the demon wearing his skin. Right now though she was standing halfway through the door, not sure whether to go to him or to stay where she was. “I was at home— are you okay?”
Maybe he should have checked up on her, but Dean wasn’t really all that keen on going over to Kira’s place. Where he tolerated her, he would all too happily cut off her siblings’ heads and that was not really the entrance he needed to make after the whole possession crap. “Yeah, I’m fine, sugar. Are you?”