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nonverbal rp starters / accepting (please specify the muse) 

     It wasn’t often she was forced to wait at the bus stop, but unfortunately her bike was in the shop, waiting for repairs that likely wouldn’t be complete until the end of the week. The rain had begun to drizzle, splashing against the sidewalk in pointed drops. Silently, she cursed for not bringing an umbrella or wearing a hood for that matter. Thankfully the bus stop had an overhang, but it wouldn’t help her when she had to walk home. 

     The bench sighed a little when someone sat down next to her. At first, Delilah kept her gaze on the road, hoping the bus would round the corner and she wouldn’t have to sit in awkward silence with the stranger. Out of the corner of her eye she saw it wasn’t a stranger at all. No, he was a surgeon, but not just any surgeon... The only she nearly threw up on last weekend at the conference. 

                                                                    Shit. 

     “I didn’t think you’re the type for city transit,” she said, the words slipping out almost involuntarily. Yeah, good start, Delilah, she cursed to herself.  

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That one special moment in life never quite turned out how it was supposed to. It never went as imagined and that was why it was better to ban hope from your life while you can. Hope, wishes and dreams were dangerous and honestly a waste of time. Ashley knew that now, but unfortunately she’d found out too late. Not even Sam could help now, and Sam always knew how to cheer her up. They’d grown very close in the past few weeks and she trusted Sam (and Dean) with her life, but in this case there was nothing he could do. She’d met her father finally, but Ash Williams was a prick and not even close to the father she imagined him to be all her life. All those stories her mother fed her when she was little were nonsense and she couldn’t even tell her how wrong she was.

That one special moment in life never quite turned out how it was supposed to. It never went as imagined and that was why it was better to ban hope from your life while you can. Hope, wishes and dreams were dangerous and honestly a waste of time. Ashley knew that now, but unfortunately she’d found out too late. Not even Sam could help now, and Sam always knew how to cheer her up. They’d grown very close in the past few weeks and she trusted Sam (and Dean) with her life, but in this case there was nothing he could do. She’d met her father finally, but Ash Williams was a prick and not even close to the father she imagined him to be all her life. All those stories her mother fed her when she was little were nonsense and she couldn’t even tell her how wrong she was. 

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Chuck had been frequenting the club for... weeks now, spending more nights there than not. He couldn’t help it, he kept having to go back to watch. He told himself it was normal, he told himself those clubs were made for men like him, men who were too awkward and shy to ever find a date or see naked men in the first place. 

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Maybe, just maybe Crowley had underestimated Dean Winchester’s stubbornness. Or his.. straight-ness. Or he’d just been too much of a fool to see that Dean Winchester was an idiot and would never realize how lucky he was the King of Hell was interested in him. 

And very much so. 

It was a little tiring, but Crowley wasn’t utterly done yet. He’d stepped down to groaning about every new chick Dean hooked up with, yes... but he was simply worried about Dean’s reputation. He might’ve been a demon now and kind of unwillingly the Devil’s right hand, but he still had a reputation to keep. Especially since he was Dean Winchester, ex-hunter and demon.