[text] How do I know if I'm going into demonic labor?
[text] The lights flicker, your eyes wonât shift from black, and youâre sweating like Hell.
[text] ... why? Are you alright?!
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[text] How do I know if I'm going into demonic labor?
[text] The lights flicker, your eyes wonât shift from black, and youâre sweating like Hell.
[text] ... why? Are you alright?!

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Finding whiskey these days was like finding treasure. Even the cheap stuff. Dean did his best to share it with everyone, they all deserved a drink. But he always kept a few bottles for himself, one of those he broke out before Lucifer even showed up.
He wasnât sure how things got from point A to point B but they almost always did. The hunter shuddered when the hand gripped tightly into his hair. His head slammed back into the wall, hearing it creak.
âIf Iâm so annoying why do you keep on coming back for more?âÂ
âInteresting question--â One, he admitted he had no answer for. The eldest Winchester was insufferable at times, most of the time. he lacked respect and he kept killing his âchildrenâ. For whom he didnât care for, but still hurt his pride when they were overpowered by a bunch of humans with toys.
He pressed his nose against the otherâs cheek and grinned. âMainly boredom.â Itâs a half hearted lie. There are many ways he could be dealing with boredom that donât include holding back on strangling someone half of the time, and Sam REALLY wouldnât like that. Â Â
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During some point in the night, Lucifer had lost his suitâs jacket and belt. The later stranger than the former, really. Heâd also had his first share of whatever cheap liquor the oldest Winchester and his men had been able to find in one of their many raids. It didnât taste like much to him, and to be truthful not so different from a more expensive brand.Â
One moment heâs sitting cross legged trying to drink the foul liquid and the next the hunter is saying one thing or the other and Lucifer has him pushed against the wall, his hands gripping the short strands of hair. His eyes flashing blue for a second before his scorn turned into a smirk.
             âYou are a very annoying little human.âÂ
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"I look like I'm going to have this baby tomorrow.. My car is smaller than I am." (Hi im so sorry. I miss you so much. -sobs forever- Dean misses Crowley so much)
Crowley moved to sit next to Dean, his hand on his loverâs prominent stomach. âYouâre still beautiful,â he assured him, rubbing gentle circles and giving him a smile.

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Bury Me In Black || Jo and Dean
This was starting to be a habit. Hunt. Drink. Sleep. In that order. Every day, like clockwork. It wasn't always like this. Before? Before she died, it was so much different. Hunting was just the job. She did it, knew why she had to, and she slept soundly at night knowing she'd saved someone.
Now? Well that was a different story. She'd seen where the people she couldn't save ended up.
God, she sounded like--
"Dean. Hey, 's Jo. 'm not--'m not drunk this time. Well, maybe a lil' tipsy, but not drunk. Annnnnyway. Jus' uh...gimme a call when you get this. Number's still the same."
She'd been leaving these voice mails for months. Hopefully, he'd answer one of these days.
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