#grcccvy

‘ in time we’ll come for him and then we’ll come for you! ’

➫ DEAN wouldn't let whoever THEY were have him. He and Ash had just gotten into a comfortable pace with each other, the man was joining them on more missions, and while Dean was making his own peace with that, THIS happened. Something had gotten a hold on Ash and his heart felt like it was squeezing itself dry. He watched as the man he had conflicting feelings for, walk away from him, dark and clouded eyes that no longer held the affection he craved. Sam had to hold him back, the several attempts he had made to reach the other, jerking them both forward and the hands on him grew tighter, bruising. He was DESPERATE, angry. "Let him go, you son of a bitch! I'll kill you, I swear I'll go down to hell myself and KILL every last one of YOU. Don't hurt him or I swear-"

Fox continues to crack into sunflower seeds as Ash prattles on about one of his many adventures. The agent did ask, but hearing it straight from the horse's mouth is a little... well, hard to believe. He's not one to doubt right off the bat, but some of the shit he's spewing just seems like something out of a schlocky horror movie.

@grcccvy ' at least it wasn't me this time. ' /from the blood meme

"Yeah yeah, rub it in." Mia muttered as she did her best to rid herself of the thick, substance. But it was covering her form so it was no use. They had heard a sound. First it was in the wall to their left then to their right. Then it came from above. As Mia looked up, blood started to drip from a crack in the ceiling. As she went to wipe the drips from her face, the dripping turned to a steady stream. Then it was like opening flood gates as the fluid waterfalled from the ceiling. Ash had managed to jump out of the way. Mia was showered in it.

Her boots slipped and she fell to the ground. It was only a few seconds of blood pouring before it stopped. Mia was gasping for air and trying to pull herself to her feet, not amused by Ash's remark. "Why the fuck does this shit have to happen to me? It's bullshit."

♔ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 ⁝ 𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑬 ♔ 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆 ⁝ @grcccvy.

𝐒he had done this before, quite a few times actually, and her father would have likely scolded her if he had been here in King's Landing, but one of the nice things about her father hating King's Landing, meant that she was able to get away with more before he found out, if he found it.

The lady turned to face the sell sword, tossing a dark blue cloak with a horse emblem on it, and a small bag of gold. "Firstly, for the stables, then I'm going for a ride. I need you to pose as an escort till the gates of King's Landing. From then on, I'll have no need of you, but I need to get away from my father's men."

➫ DEAN felt a laugh bubbling up, and allowed it to happen. He hadn’t felt so carefree with any one in a long time, much less, he hadn’t had a best friend in even longer. It was a nice change of pace, and they made everything so, so casual. Of course, they would tease each other, they poked fun at each other, it was always very natural feeling. Dean would pick on him for his lack of dating, there was definitely not anything behind his constant poking at that particular nest.

➫ DEAN can't help the look of disappointment that washes over his face, because he knows Ashley, he knows the other won't so easily volunteer the information. Even if they have gotten progressively more drunk throughout the evening, enjoying themselves after a successful hunt. But this time had been different, they had bonded, connected on a level even Dean knew - it meant something. There was something being unspoken between them.

"'Cause we gotta talk about it, Ash. Otherwise, I honestly see us going no where, we're gonna keep pretending it doesn't exist." He dips his head, bringing it up again once he's tipping back the bottle he has at his lips. The usual feelings he's been surpressing, they're threatening to come out but it needs to hear it from the other first or else he'd never say it, the words would never be uttered. He can't. It's too engrained into him not to be this way. "Do you want to live like that? With something heavy weighing on your mind?"

➫ DEAN is angry. And he doesn't know why, in all honesty. Ash was fine, he had taken the time to heal, and stayed in the bunker with the others while he was out. What he HATED was the fact that he wasn't told, he had to come home and find him like this. Sam had tried to ease him into the room, tell him while he was standing there, but Dean had assumed too much, too fast, and his blood was hot. Fresh in from a hunt, he still had blood and guts all over his boots, but he still yelled and he raged. He would hear none of the explanations given, only what his best friend had to say.

What he hated even more, was when Ash regarded him as coldly as he had, not really showing any emotion that Dean might have expected. It PISSED him off in fact, the fact that he was so casual about nearly dying.