bibis is lame and is replying to dean's bday asks 3 months late <3 // @cautionsissued

He had made it and he kind of wanted to give himself a pat on the back for that-- because hell yes, he deserved it. He also deserved a beer or two... Or three. Anyway, he had never wanted to be done with a case and go back home as much as he had during this particular case-- damn werewolves, such a headache ( but it was all over now, thanks to his determination and silver bullets, of course ). And one might wonder why Dean had been so eager to get home, well, it was his birthday. & he'd never gotten to spend that date with his daughter... Until now.

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"Chris-- shut up, seriously." The words were said through gritted teeth, as Leon placed one hand on the nearest wall, ( leaving a fresh blood stain on it ), trying his best to remain on his feet. If he fell now... He wasn't sure if he would be able to find the strength to get back up-- he was in too much pain, that damn licker really had done a number on him with its sharp claws. "I promised Claire I'd watch your back and that's exactly what I did back there-- Shit, do you think I'm gonna turn into a licker? I hope not, I won't look good without hair." Of course he was joking, as far as he knew, it wasn't possible for lickers to infect humans with a virus through bites or scratches. That was just a poor attempt to lighten the mood.

"Okay, listen..." Leon took a deep breath, fully leaning against the wall now. After all he'd faced, all the horrible monsters he'd fought, it looked like his demise would come at the hands of a godforsaken licker. Because yeah, life was funny like that. "In my current condition, I'll only slow you down, so you gotta go on without me. You need to finish the mission, and Chris-- "

There was a moment of silence as he seemed to be thinking about something... Or maybe about someone.

"I'm bored." & a few years ago, boredom wasn't something Jill would experience often, no, not at all. Not when there was always a mission to complete, reports to write, conflicts to work out-- far too many things happening at once. But ever since she'd returned to 'the world of the living', after being presumed dead for so long, everyone had just been telling her to focus on healing-- Take care of yourself, Jill. Don't worry about anything else. And she'd been trying to do that, trying her hardest because she knew it was the right thing to do at the moment. She was certainly not ready to go back to the field just yet--

But God did she get bored sometimes. Staying home all day every day and alone for the most part? It sucked on some days, honestly.

"Oh no," she says, voice dripping with sarcasm. "You mean two people who were dating had consensual sex? And now people know? What ever will we do?" Astrid rolls her eyes. "Seriously, did you really come all this way to tell me this? C'mon."

"Mason..." Isadora says, through clenched teeth. She's been reaching her limit slowly but surely for hours now. "You already have been. I know what you're aiming for and you're not going to get it if you keep acting like this. Behave."

"Of course I would -- what kind of question is that?"

Her eyes flutter shut, savoring, longing. She yields to the lithe tenderness of his fingertips, the way they barely graze the delicate curve of her spine. A soft hum slips from Glinda's lips as she tilts her head, sweeping her infamous golden curls aside to grant his touch unimpeded passage.