@g-dlaughs || a lil meme continuation || cause i had to.

the lengths you would go to in order to both get and avoid attention astound me.

Blank mien, Cain says nothing in response right away. He raises a finger instead, signaling for Chuck to give him a moment; then he vanishes. Not even two seconds tick by before he returns in front of the deity, a mirror in his hands so Chuck will see his chosen face in it. " Now say that again. "

❛  i’m  so  fucking  tired . ❜

A sip from his beer just drawn, he stalls, not instantly lowering the bottle still resting against his lips. Is capital G truly complaining to him now? Cain finds no fiber in his body willing to spare compassion, yet he's baffled— maybe a little bit by the cussword, too. Now he slowly lets the bottle's brim inch away from his mouth while his stare remains pinned to Chuck's face. The skepticism across his own is almost comically obvious. " Take a break, then. " Nonchalant answer delivered with a subtle shrug.

" I have this vague inkling that the world will keep spinning just fine in your absence. " Will Cain ever stop serving jabs about the Big Guy's first actions and inaction when it comes to humanity? Inhaling a deep breath, he sets the bottle down and peels his attention away from Chuck to eye said object instead. " Or you move on from your stale obsession with a certain hunter family and find some new fixation. "

“ . . . . ”

let me yell abt how much i love u all! / ACCEPTING!

so this one goes to @stickytm bc literally xan, how are u doing this? how are u absolutely EXCELLING ooc and ic in this way?? like listen, i know i say this about a lot of people here, but i always mean it, i would gladly do crazy chaotic things to make sure you directed all the spider-man content from now on. you write him with this natural ease, like i sweAR i can hear and see him doing all the things you write! that essence of the friendly neighbourhood spider-man is so feckin present in all your threads, like i genuinely believe he's out here having all these conversations with people, there's nothing forced or stilted or off about any of it! you're one of these amazing writers who pulls everyone, not just their partner, into the thread and keeps us all engrossed and waiting eagerly for more! i love reading everything you write, it's always a bright part of my day when i'm able to sit and read your work!

@g-dlaughs || i'm thinking it's a meme from here! || so many listed!

standing at the end of a long, twisting path towards the middle of nowhere squared, dean looks out over the terrain and squints his eyes when a beam of light comes cracking through fluffy black clouds that've been threatening a summer thunderstorm for the whole day. judging by the chill in the breeze? might get one sooner or later. he hopes. might even sit outside under an overhang and watch it pass by. might get his mind off would've. should've. could've. on rinse and repeat bouncing in his skull.

hands shoved in his pockets as he murmurs a conversation to a god he knows doesn't listen. doesn't care. or. maybe he does. bout as much as some jackass scientist that tossed yet another race into the heavenly petri dish just to see what happens when it cooks long enough. there are no witnesses. no ears peeled towards a one-sided conversation. it's why he came so far out from the bunker.

'you owe me nothing,' chuck's voice comes from behind. dean's head falls forward. his eyes close. a small, tired smile curls his lips before it's gone and he turns to meet eyes with his company. first from over his shoulder. then, fully facing the other.