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@gankmonsters
independent and private and selective blog for the winchester brothers, heavily rewritten from supernatural's canon. with heavy focuses on: growing up with appalachian horror, being the product of a grief-stricken military father, the internal struggle of seeing the world black and white, filling a void through alcoholism and blind anger, and having a destiny woven in your marrow. cared for by lilly, twenty7.
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SAM WINCHESTER IN EVERY SPN EPISODE (5/327)
*blows dust off this blog*
Peacemaker Better Goff Dead | 1.03
"yeah, or maybe she thought you were too young. did she ever give you any indication that you'd be, you know, able to keep up with her at all, or...?"
"oh i kept up with her alright," he muses, bringing his cup of coffee to his brims to help hide his smirk and to take a sip. "maybe she meant that i'm young at heart. like having an old soul, but the opposite."
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@1oadedgun cause you asked :)))
“This is reckless. Say we’re not doing this.”
she breathes the words between their shared breaths, spoken from a mouth that is bruised with his kisses, the fervor color of red flushing their features. this is reckless. he murmurs a noise of mild agreement as he peppers a slow trail of kisses along the column of her neck, tasting and drinking in the beat of her heart, reminding the eldest winchester that she's alive, she's here. he wants to press more about hell, if her experience mirrors his own. the press of denial pushes that thought away; he hopes that they were at least kinder to her than they were to him. perhaps if he kisses her enough, he can wipe away those memories. maybe she can for him.
say we're not doing this. her hands in his hair feels dizzying, and he almost wants to murmur to not stop; but he can understand the weight of her words, what she's uttering to him. he pauses to look down at her, calloused hands reaching to tuck away the dark strands of her new dyed hair; he plans to ask more about that later. pushing away the dark tresses until nothing obstructs her features anymore, except the press of his palm to her cheek, his thumb brushing over the barely there constellation of freckles that 'don her features. "you want me to stop?" he asks her earnestly, but the space between them doesn't grow wider; pressing her against the wall of the motel room with his weight, supported with the hook of her arm around the nape of his neck, his thigh between her legs. she looks beautiful like this, out of breath from their kisses. skies, he could watch her forever if he could, never let her out of his sight again, take her hand and run away from the world that always seem damned to call for them. "i can give my last night on earth speech again," he chuckles out, a fond memory curling forth; the night before it all went wrong. "though i gotta say, my track record using that line hasn't been great so far."
"Don’t act like this is easy for me." for dean from ruby.
"oh yeah? you seem pretty damn comfortable when you give-" he hesitates, a barely there stutter lingering on his brims as he looks to her stature. emerald hues flickers over to her arm, the very thing that has dean hooked. what calls to him, even now. to call their transaction by their truest nature, it feels foreign on his tongue, he can't bring it to fruition. no, he can't call it blood, nor singed with the name demon. he can't call it his addiction, for that will shine an all true light onto a part of him he has yet to embrace. he settles for an alternative for now. "-it to me."
but it takes two to tango, doesn't it? he can't deny the hunger that he feels, even now, in this motel room with her. his brother is topside once more, and no one, even her, seem to understand why. his emotions feel like they are consuming him, spiraling in his head, clambering for clarity. he shouldn't want this, want her. but it calls to him, even now. the demon blood calls. dean shakes his head like he doesn't want to fight, not now. not even with their battle of wits, sharpened tongues a weapon itself. "ruby," dean sighs, a man driven to desperation, yearning, wanting, needing. "i need more."
› TENSION LINER PROMPTS & UNLIKELY LOVERS
"Of all people... it had to be you."
“I like you the way you are”
"We were never supposed to end up here."
"This shouldn’t make sense but it does."
“I fear to admit that I have thought of you often.”
"I was supposed to hate you."
"You’re everything I swore I’d never want."
“This was never part of the plan.”
"You're the wrong choice, but I keep choosing you."
"How did you end up under my skin?"
“You were supposed to be the enemy.”
"You could ruin everything... but I still want you."
"I don’t trust you. That’s the problem."
"We shouldn’t even be talking."
"You and me? This is a bad idea."
“If anyone found out...”
“This is reckless. Say we’re not doing this.”
"You’re supposed to be off-limits."
"We can’t undo what just happened."
"I don’t want to feel this with you."
"Why do you look at me like that?"
"You're the one person I can’t afford to want."
"I tried not to like you, you know."
"Don’t act like this is easy for me."
“I shouldn't be here, not with you.”
"We're not meant to last, are we?"
"Tell me you regret it. Lie to me."
"What happens when this falls apart?"
"I’m not supposed to feel safe with you."
"You crossed every line I drew... and I let you."
“We couldn’t be more different.”
“I never thought I’d crave someone like you.”
"I keep finding reasons to stay away. None of them work."
“You don’t fit in my world.”
“Everyone warned me about you.”
"I don’t know how to do this with you."
"You’re the risk I swore I wouldn’t take again."
"This wasn’t supposed to mean anything."
"We’re already too far gone."
@gankmonsters
“ i just want to help you from time to time.. that’s all. ” her once cheeky timbre toughens, angling at something more grave. if she wanted to earn his trust she would have to lay down a few of her own bargaining chips. she’s been following him for some time now, knows the eldest winchester is the more stab-happy of the two and would prefer to work her own kind of deal with as few blemishes to her meat suit as possible so.. “ and, if you let me.. there’s something in it for you. ”
since the opening of hell's gates, all visions have since subdue into nothing, fragments of azazel's work seemingly vanished. but there's another hunger that calls to dean, a different one that he can't seem to wrap his own head around; not since coming back. sam had to go and sell his soul, leaving just a mere year for them to hold onto. desperation carves out of the eldest winchester, but also mild frustration, darkened eyes taking in the other with careful precision, guard unsheathed and held strong. "oh yeah? what could i possibly need from someone like you." but oh, she has successfully piqued his interest.
❝ ha.. bite me. ❞ sam huffs, eyes rolling so hard you'd think they'd come tumbling out of his head with any more force. again with the 'you need some action' speech from his brother.. doesn't dean realize that's only a temporary fix that comes nowhere near close to solving life's stresses— even the minor ones? just one of the many ways they're so very different from one another. ❝ th’ only thing i need is for you to stay focused on the task at hand. think you can handle that, don juan? ❞
"changing the subject, classic." god forbid a man enjoys himself. figuring that sam isn't going to take the bait anymore, the eldest winchester decides to drop it. but not without a final tidbit. "and i feel like i'm more like that casanova guy. what was his name, frederick or somethin'?" not even close, but it didn't matter. "don't make me put a little nair in your shampoo bottle again, sammy. this job is dark enough without your brooding, we gotta have some fun along the way."
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❝ dude, did you ever pay attention in math class? ❞ a scoff escapes him and features scrunch together as he casts a skeptical glance, no effort given to hold back. ❝ maybe she was just taking pity on you t' get a bigger tip 'cause you're old. ❞
dean instinctively makes an incredulous expression at the question of math. attending math class, he doesn't recall much of. meeting hot seniors in janitor closets, yeah that one he does remember. "ouch, sam, if i didn't know any better, i'd say that's one mighty firm stick up y'er ass. maybe you should get her number, have a night off." and then, under his breath. "looks like y' need it."
"someone who's born between 1997 and 2012."
a pause, he's muddling with his thoughts. when he comes up with an answer, his all too proud simper is bolden across his features. "so she thought i was younger? hey, i'll take it."
❝ — and which fake id did you use this time? ❞
"what does a fake id have t' do with this, sammy, didn't ya hear me? y'think if i go back in there, i could get her number?"
"someone said i'm gen z. awesome." a beat... "what's a gen z?"
dean scoffed, offended by the response as he was quick to defend, " yeah, and that's the closest thing to a paying job we've got right now. "
sam's gaze flits between the smug, all too proud expression on his brother's face and the thick wad of money he's thumbing. "uh, dean, have you considered what would happen if you piss off the wrong person? steal money from the next jack the ripper and he decides he has nothin' to lose 'cos some guy in an oversized leather jacket decided to take what he does have left."
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roles reversed au, dean gets the demon blood lets go
starter call / smaking his chest with the back of his hand, " — what the fuck? dude, i earned that money! " / @gankmonsters [ sam ]
dean has earned an incredulous look from sam, who also steals a look back to the reception desk where the man behind the counter was thumbing through the recently received bribe. "earned? you hustled it in pool two nights ago."
