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colour:Β greenseason:Β springchosenΒ word:Β grounded
Κΰ¬Ω ΰ£ͺβ your chosen weapon is a forest green handled axe. you trust your instincts, your experience, and your ability to stay level-headed when things go wrong. you adapt without panicking. and more often than notβ¦ youβre right about most
Κΰ¬Ω ΰ£ͺβ youβre grounded in a way that balances people out. practical without being cold, stubborn without being unreasonable. you think things through, notice what others miss, and stick to your gut even when nobody else listens.
Κΰ¬Ω ΰ£ͺβ he calls you βsunshineβ half-teasingly after your third βI told you so,β but the nickname sticks because (despite the sarcasm), you steady him. you keep him thinking instead of charging in blind.
Deanβs limping before heβs even fully through the motel door. You look up from the table, take one glance at the rip in his jacket and the blood on his sleeve, and sigh. A long, deeply unimpressed sigh. βOh my god.β βIn my defenseββ βI told you not to go through the basement door.β Dean drops into the chair with a wince. βYeah, well, we didnβt know there were two vamps down there.β βWe wouldβve,β you say, already grabbing the first aid kit, βif someone had listened when I said the nest felt too quiet.β He points at you. βSee, thatβs vague. βToo quietβ could mean anything.β βIt meant exactly this.β You kneel in front of him, pushing his jacket aside to check the wound. Dean watches you carefully, probably trying to figure out how annoyed you actually are. Very. βYou know,β you mutter while cleaning the cut, βI donβt know why you donβt listen to me when you know Iβm right.β Dean hisses quietly as antiseptic hits the wound. βSunshine, you are annoyingly right.β βThank you.β βThat wasnβt a compliment.β βStill counts.β He snorts despite himself, shaking his head. You finish wrapping the bandage, fingers quick and practiced. βNext time, you listen to me first.β βNext time,β he says solemnly, βI absolutely will.β You narrow your eyes. βLiar.β Dean grins. βYeah, probably.β You try to stay annoyed, but the idiotβs smiling at you like that, and itβs hard. Especially when he reaches out, catches your wrist lightly, and says, quieter this timeβ ββ¦thanks for patching me up, sunshine.β Your expression softens before you can stop it. βTry not to get stabbed next time.β βNo promises.β
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