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justidefectum

[Hasdjkfd I love her so much! We both 'met' in another fandom and just sort of had a quiet mutual follow and it's at least 60% her fault that I even made this blog because I saw her Dean around the time I started getting back into SPN and began to feel the Meg muse, which encouraged me to finally join the fandom. 

[[ when i had claire around i had a headcanon about this omg ]]

[Claire angrily praying to Castiel to give Jimmy back Amelia keeping every tv in the house unplugged trying to hide everything from her daughter after levi!cas shows up on the news Claire goes to school and 'hey that guy who killed all those people looked like your dad'

"I didn't do anything."

kill dean with a knife to the chest

he can briefly wonder if deanaeus knew this was coming, if the angel was just waiting for the day when dean turned. it bothers him, a lot, if he’s honest, but half the time he has other worries that preoccupy his mind. dean had planned to run, planned to leave, hole up, and stay gone forever, somewhere even his angel couldn’t find him.

but a certain king of hell went and screwed that plan. crowley hadn’t left dean’s side since he woke up, continually thrust the blade at his hand, but dean resisted the best he could, until one time had gone too far. crowley had magicked him against the wall and he snapped; he wrenched the knife from crowley’s hand and forced the king back with his own hellish power.

this is what he remembers as he stares defiantly back at deanaeus, almost daring him to use that angel blade of his. he is what he is. where was deaneaus when dean got the mark? where was he when dean kicked the can? where has he been since dean took that howl at the moon? he’s blaming deanaeus for everything.

“go on, do it.”

there’s some small bit of regret, of pain and fear, whirling in a small corner of his gut. the king can feel the last of his humanity fighting to break through, but his eyes remain black and the grip on the angel’s shoulder, while it burns, tightens. there’s a slick noise and a burst of pain behind black eyes that flicker out to lifeless green.

there’s a small breath.

In thanks for the 2,175 follower mark, I decided to make a short follow forever list-- since I have been gone for a few months and have lost contact with the others I used to frequently roleplay with.  But anyways-- I'd like to thank the followers that have been here since the beginning, and those who aren't even roleplay blogs but read my stuff and love Wyatt anyways! It means a lot to get compliments from non-rp blogs, and messages from them of support and such! Anyways sorry if you're not on the list it's 1 AM and I just tried to throw together as many as I could think of on the spot.  Some of them I RP with frequently, others I stalk from afar.