Nov 3, 2015
hey loser
SCREECH thank you o h my god people actually like me I’m ????THA NK U
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hey loser
SCREECH thank you o h my god people actually like me I’m ????THA NK U
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john-the-hellblazer replied to your post:I ??? sometimes feel like nobody actually likes me...
//I LIKE YOOOOU. Sorry my replies have just been sporadic because John is a butt sometimes
sCREECH THANK U. And sshhhh don’t worry about it <33 I understand
@john-the-hellblazer
It was three A.M. when a heavy knocking came to Dean Winchester’s motel room door. It had been silent in the moments before then, the only sounds filtering through the room were the humming of dying lights and soft snores from a man getting caught up on sleep he never got.
The banging on the door was enough to rip the hunter from his pleasant dreams of soft skin and perfect curves on beautiful women. He blinked, once, before he was moving, the remainder of the gentleness he’d been dreaming of long gone with his gun in hand and his heart pounding away in his chest. ( he was always a light sleeper )
He peered through the peephole in the middle of the mint green door before his heart fucking dropped. Just behind the thin walls of the motel room’s interior stood John Constantine, blood staining his trenchcoat and white shirt. ( too much. )
“What th’ hell did you do this time?!” Dean barked as he yanked the door open, the gun long forgotten as he gathered an armful of his friend, guiding him towards the bed. “Here, c’mon.”
{ // @john-the-hellblazer - we weren't going to blame you, but yes, it's completely your fault that Dean is a mess rn. Granted, he's got his sense of humor back (I can't tell if that's good or bad), but otherwise he's just... lumpy. And cuddly. And horny. )
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The chaser was beyond ecstatic as his team cheered his name, a grin plastered on his face. The Great Hall was filled with the chanting of hundreds of Gryffindors, and a handful of fangirls from other houses. It was the last game of the year, and Dean Winchester had owned it.
“Dean! Dean! Dean! Dean!” the student cried out as they celebrated, butterbeer in hand and spells cast out in joyful revere.
It was in the midst of the teen’s party that he noticed one a little off from the main crowd– a student not joining in on the celebrations.
“Hey, you alright, there?” He asked, some random girl on his arm giggling happily. “Y’ look a little outta the loop. Come on, join in on the fun!”