#stuckinyourshadow

babe.....

yea

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           " this  dead guy  isn't going to miss one measly discover card             { he . . .  can't }  &  h e c k  i think  he'd want the people figuring              out what killed him to be in tip top fashionable shape don't you? 

STATUS: ACCEPTING URLS;

my opinion on;

character in general: sam winchester love of my life fire of my loins boy king of my heart !!! admittedly was not a fan of sam at all until i met you/until you made his account; i was a die hard dean girl, dean was my gospel, but i’ve been converted thank uhow they play them: a+ good job babe !!! you’ve always done a great job w/ sam and you’re v v passionate ab it; it’s nine different levels of admirable and i'm so glad you've stuck with it as long as you have, even if you're just now finding your footing again. it would be a shame for you to ever stop doing what you do with him because you have a certain insight when it comes to sam that i see very rarely with people and their characters. honestly, i wish i had the talent that you do jealous as f Ck k  FUC K me upthe mun: you’re okay…… i guess…………

do i;

follow them: i do ofc rp with them: ofc i do my favorite lil cherubwant to rp with them: fuck me upship their character with mine: did he dream ab eating her out in canon or did he dream ab eating her out in canon

what is my;

     Sleep wasn't happening. As much as he wanted it, he couldn't blank his mind of what he had done or how it had felt to have that dumb piece of bone in his hand once more. Worst of all was the lingering feeling that still seemed to practically throb at the surface of his skin, like something was trying to escape. He'd done what he had to. He'd done what Cain had told him to do. He had to kill him. Plain and simple. Killing him meant he had saved lives.... but at what cost? His own soul? It terrified him. There weren't many times in his life he could admit he was scared, let alone to his brother, and the danger had passed finally... yet there he sat in his bed still scared.

     Dean had made the right decision giving the blade to Cas. He knew that. This way it would never be near him again. Crowley on the other hand he couldn't trust, he knew that as well. Yet a part of him was mourning the loss. The loss of the blade and the security that someday he could have it back. An addiction he couldn't kick. And this was just the beginning. Cain had fallen off the wagon, had turned back to killing and being full blown mental... what hope was there for him? The words the Demon had spoke echoed in his head. First Crowley. Then Castiel and finally... finally his story would end where Cain's had began. 

hmu….