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@elegisti replied to your post: “@voidxd replied to your post:¯\_(ツ)_/¯kacey says she is you and you...”:

i just said that i related i did not say that wtf amirah no

to people condoning weirdass sexual things but not puppies 

@voidxd replied to your post:¯\_(ツ)_/¯

kacey says she is you and you are one

[ there’s some kind of fire burning in his head– hellfire, he realizes after a moment… walls upon walls of it, trapping him in. he thinks maybe he recognizes where he is, but it’s faded, locked behind a glass door, like if he peers through it hard enough he’ll be able to see what it is he can’t remember. ]

[ turns out he doesn’t have to. when he turns around, lucifer is standing right behind him, hands outstretched, as if asking sam to embrace him. sam’s throat feels dry, his body thrumming with the need to escape, with barely-concealed panic. when the devil speaks, he speaks with castiel’s voice– YOU COULDN’T SAVE ME—— this is your fault, sam, because you didn’t say yes…. say yes…… ]

[ something wet hits his cheek, and all at once the fires are extinguished. both him and castiel look up, and rain begins to fall. their eyes meet again, but castiel is fading away. he calls out, telling him to wait, that he can fix it, but he’s already gone. ]

[ sam opens his eyes slowly, already forgetting the fires of his dream, but he can feel the heat of castiel’s gaze heavy on his face. that, too, fades after a moment, and dean’s familiar features fill in the empty spaces. he sits up, not yet noticing the dog in his brother’s lap. ]

Dean? What time is it? 

It’s almost twelve, man. Figured we’d let ya sleep in a lil’, but there’s pie waitin’ to be eaten. And some of that weirdass healthy stuff they sell at the corner shop. 

[ He doesn’t say anything about the pup, doesn’t have to either. Full of enthusiasm, the floppy-eared golden-brown ball of fur leaps up to peck at the sleepy face before him, and Dean leans back to accommodate the action. If you’d asked him years ago about taking in a dog, especially a larger breed, he would’ve laughed, maybe even responded with a “hell no”, but definitely not considered the idea. Things have changed since then, though, and so have the two brothers. There’s hardly anything left for them to hold onto but each other, and Dean realizes he’s not always the best at protecting his giant of a brother, nor comforting him when he needs it. He’s not good at emotions and he doesn’t know what to say when Sam wakes up after a night filled with terrors and memories of things that should never have happened in the first place. 

Maybe it’s still a stupid-ass idea, but it’s a pretty damn heartfelt stupid-ass idea, and aside from that: what do you give someone during times when they’re at their wit’s end, when dad joke and porn mags aren’t even going to draw out a smile because those are old jokes? Well---hopefully, this. Not just because the pup is cute, not for replacement of Dean’s care for his younger brother, because he’ll damn well still be there for him, but because it might be a welcome change in their lives. And on top of that, because somewhere deep down, Dean is still none too fond of dogs. Traumatized, maybe even, by his encounter with the hellhounds. This pup, however, seems harmless as anything. And loving something from the start is far easier, his devotion to Sam being the prime example of that. There will be changes in their routine, their behavior, in their mood because of this. Dean just hopes it’ll all be for the better, and that they’ll finally have something---someone to care for other than just the two of them. A welcome addition into a close-knit family bond. 

After the no doubt unexpected puppy face wash, Dean extends the hand with which he’s holding the pup towards Sam so his clumsy pup paws can leap onto him, ears flopping side to side with the sheer amount of enthusiasm with which the dog pounces onto his new owner. Dean watches more face-licking commence while displaying an ear-to-ear grin, before finally speaking up again. ] 

Oh, sorry if he’s got morning breath, fed him some shapeshifter skin this mornin’. 

AU WHERE SAM IS DEAN’S THERAPY DOG

I got him a cure for all the bad dreams he’s been havin’ lately.

I’m dead serious, this fella’s gonna be trained to be a service dog. Might’a left him some porn mags and a pink hair stylin’ kit, but figured I’d get him somethin’ useful, for a change. Yeah, I know, last thing we need right now’s another livin’ being to take care of, but it’s nice to think there might be a way outta this, y’know? After everythin’, two ex-hunters and their dog doesn’t sound too bad to me. ‘Sides, look at that face.

cont from here 

     ‘ dean, i’m fine — really.  ‘  

but there’s a wince to each and every step, vision blurred, mind racing, skin still burning.  but as stubborn as katniss is, she knows dean is even more so — but if she can fool him, convince otherwise; then perhaps it won’t lead to him lecturing her.  

        ‘ how many times do i have to tell you that?  ‘sides, i’ve been through worse than this.  ‘ 

“Yeah, I can see how far you bein’ fine goes. C’mon.” 

He’s of half a mind to lift her off her feet and plant her somewhere safe and quiet if she doesn’t listen to him---but he doesn’t. Not just yet, anyway; he knows the action might warrant some protest for her, and he’s not about to have her use however little energy she seems to have left to put towards the goal of fighting him. 

[ if sam heard dean say those thoughts out loud, he’d laugh a little bit– maybe out of spite, out of bitterness, because not so long ago, dean didn’t have any qualms about leaving sam to die alone, so long as he lived alone on earth for a few more decades. ]

[ sam bites his lip, eyes desperately looking around the room for a solution, a compromise to make them both happy– or, as HAPPY as one can possibly get in this lose-lose situation. he puts the needle back down on the ground and rises up on his knees, the movement bringing him closer to his brother. ]

I don’t know how much time I have left. Here’s the deal.

[ reaches forward, pulls the gun out of dean’s belt, then places it into his brother’s hand. sam looks up to meet dean’s eyes, his expression clouded with too many conflicting emotions. ]

If I can’t get you to leave… if I can’t find a cure before I change, use it.

[ the look on his face changes to that of DON’T ARGUE WITH ME. any nausea he had before dean walked in has passed, and he backs away, grabs the needle off the ground, and stands up. he has an array of ingredients laid out on one of the surgical tables, along with a spellbook. so far, nothing. ]

I saw a library on the next floor down. It’s not big, but it might have some medical books in there that we can use to buy us some time, if anything.

[ he sets the needle onto the table and places both hands onto it afterwards, palms down, then looks up at his brother. ]

I’ll stay here. 

[ There’s a hint of the same despair that was in his eyes just moments ago, but it ebbs away much faster than it did before he punched his fist into the floor. He can feel his knuckles burning, but the dull, physical ache is much more bearable than facing reality and letting that sink in for a while. Sam’s not going to turn, he’s going to get better, he has to believe that. ]

[ It’s with that thought in mind that he clenches his jaws tight-shut as soon as Sam reaches for his gun to push away the mental reaction of self-defense. It’s something that doesn’t reach his actions, but he does curl his fingers into fists and his eyes narrow the slightest bit, only releasing all of said tension when Sam places the gun in his hand. He’d half expected for him to turn on him due to the infection, and silently curses himself for even thinking such a thing ] 

Sam--- 

[ He doesn’t give a follow-up on the exclamation of his brother’s name, because they both know what he’s going to say, and he also realizes all too quickly that his younger brother is not going to take no for an answer. In stead, he listens to what the taller man has to say and gives a single nod in acknowledgment of it, before, after a moment’s hesitation, stepping forward and reaching out a hand to squeeze his shoulder. ] 

@gonnariphislungsout

“Hi I’m Anna, I’ll be your waitress for the today, how may I help… you?” Anna’s greeting died halfway, staring at the very familiar man sitting in her diner. In one of her booths. Father help her, was this punishment for not turning herself in after Michael’s smiting had apparently failed? “Dean?”

Out of all the scenarios he could have imagined inside his mind, this was definitely not part of how he’d pictured his day to develop. It had been a relatively quiet day so far, compared to any other day in the current life of the Winchesters. It was a hot mess, but they were still standing. He’d decided to squeeze in time for lunch while on the job, and had genuinely expected to be getting some peace and quiet for at least half an hour or so. Tough luck. 

He’d briefly considered flirting with the redhead in seeing her from a distance, but as soon as she approached him, that mood changed entirely. Anna freakin’ Milton. Last time he’d seen her, she’d been trying to kill his parents to ensure he and Sam would never have been born in the first place. He wasn’t exactly thankful for that, and it showed in his expression; lips pressed together until they formed a small, white stripe and his jaw clenched, muscles along the sides of his face becoming more pronounced with said action. 

“Anna. Awesome. So, lemme guess, big daddy upstairs gave you another chance you sure as hell don’t deserve?” 

Okay, so maybe that came out a little harsher than he’d intended, but the truth of the matter was that he was more hurt than he’d let on, and it wasn’t just because of the fact that she’d betrayed him and his brother with her attempt to kill their parents. He’d cared about her, beyond just their last-night-on-earth-moment in the backseat of the Impala, and she’d still tried to erase his existence entirely. He couldn’t say that didn’t sting.