#waywardfreckled

weeks had passed since the world as they knew it ended, benny had just begun to find his footing again - had just found a proper home to call his own & a job that paid the rent. a good one this time. he had no desire to repeat his stint behind bars, even though it brought something ... someone into his life he likely never would’ve met otherwise. things hadn’t turned out like he’d hoped, but part of him had known he would find a way to mess it up. he’d had one job, be there at noon - wait in diana’s diner at the booth in the corner. but he didn’t make it. regret haunted his every day, but the life he’d built for himself was a welcome distraction. then everything changed & for the first time in months, benny thought about finding dean again. he did for a while before, but it wasn’t easy to find people in the united states. 

with the world drowning in chaos & the second year anniversary of that date approaching, benny found himself in that diner once again (he’d tried his luck a year after, but to no avail), now he was back again, it was quiet now - the few dead inside he’d taken out swiftly, though it always left a mess to kill. the place had supplies, which he’d happily taken for himself. but benny hadn’t come for those. it was early morning, he didn’t know why he thought he should be here, but it felt somewhat familiar & he had to camp out somewhere for the night anyway, right? until he found a permanent home anyway if those still existed. the night had been quiet, he’d barricaded the windows to avoid the dim light of his candle staying undetected. 

“I wish you would ____.” in my inbox and my muse will respond.

@waywardfreckled​   :   “I wish you would fuck off.” (Read as: I wish you would fuck me.) Lor’ bless ye, Dean!

“All in good time, luv.”

There’s something seedy in the promise, in the click of expensive heels across the hard wood, the sweep of those dark hazel eyes over Dean’s back and shoulders, but it’s damned hard to pin down to an exact thing. It’s just OFF. It’s just WRONG. Guys like Crowley with apartments like this don’t need to pay for sleazy sex, let alone pick someone random off the street and bring them home, but here he is. Here THEY are. Promised money on the table a few feet in front of Dean, and now Crowley, done with his circling, standing with his head tilted between Dean and his promised payment, hands in his pockets, face still somehow inscrutable.

Dean won’t know anything. Hadn’t recognized Crowley when he’d had the car pull over and approached him on the street, hadn’t so much as furrowed his brow at the name carefully pronounced in the gloom of the backseat with the divider up, wasn’t now acting like a hunter in the presence of a demon. Whatever had wrecked his memory had done a thorough job. And now they stood toe-to-toe, all the cards in Crowley’s hand, and not a whiff of the real Dean Winchester in sight.

mb: Dean Winchester

he’d managed to find a clearing in his search for the Night Fury, but no dragon. sighing nervously, Hiccup ran a hand through his hair as he looked around the clearing.  ❝  Toothless? where are you, Bud?  ❞  he called out.

spotting something big and black behind some brush at the end of the clearing, he perked up. Hiccup couldn’t tell what it was from this distance, but his hopes were up now. running over to it, tripping when his metal foot caught on a vine, the Viking held his breath as he brushed aside the branches.

❝  Toothless!  ❞  his shoulders dropped when he realized that it was not, in fact, his dragon, but something else entirely. what it was... hesitantly, Hiccup approached it. hand running along what he assumed was the back end, he was surprised to find that it was made of metal. it shined in the limited light coming through the trees, and he could see his reflection in the strange black metal.  ❝  what... is this?  ❞

Something’s Wrong Starters / @waywardfreckled​

“Hey, hey, stay with me, ok?”

                           The raven haired male gave nothing but a harsh cough in response to the words spoken, finding it easier to breath now that his mask had been removed. He wasn’t sure what had happened, all he remembered hearing was the horn. The sign to get out, something every firefighter knew from training. It was the one thing you never wanted to hear on a scene. With that sound echoing in his ears, Castiel acted on instinct and being on the upper floors, there was only one way out. Spotting the window, the raven haired male’s body propelled towards itself forward, the resounding crash echoing in his ears as his body plummeted towards the ground. It was the last thing he remembered before everything had gone black. 

                        Blearily, Cas opened his eyes, seeing everything in pairs for a moment before they faintly focused on the face above him.

                                                                   Dean...

@waywardfreckled gets a late v-day starter

Jo took a deep breath as she twisted the key in the lock, having finally chased out the final straggler. As much as she hated the Single’s Night the dive bar she was currently at had put on for Valentine’s Day, she was sure being surrounded by couples in love would have been worse. At least this way she’d ended the night with a pocket full of green, and a stack of numbers from men who thought they actually had a chance... and one woman.

    «Y’don’t think I know that?» Dean asked, heaviness and a bit of alcohol weighing on his breath.

    He had a cardboard box. A handful of pictures. Frozen moments in time, where things were good. Okay, maybe not good. But better.

    «Is it so bad to wish for one moment that this wasn’t happening? That I could actually hold on to something real and that it could be good?»

“No. It’s not bad.” Evelyn shifted on the floor, curling her legs beneath her and tucking her cold hands beneath the sleeves of her sweater. She grazed her lower lip lightly with her teeth as she watched the dying flames flicker in the hearth. The past and Evelyn had an... uncomfortable relationship at best, and she had spent much of her time running from it, holding it at bay, rather than trying to draw it back to herself. 

In a way, she envied Dean, that he had something worth holding onto, whatever that may have been. 

“You should always hold tight as you can to the good things in life.” She gave him a small smile. “I can’t fault you for that.” 

       If there was something Peter was good at was tracking things down. Being a werewolf and all gave him the necessary extra senses plus he had connections to help him gather the necessary information to the target’s whereabouts. The problem in this particular case was The Winchesters. Crowley had warned him that the hunters might be around the target, they might even get to the target first, but the demon was really cross with this particular being and he was keen on getting this thing for himself instead of letting the hunters kill it as is their usual job. The thing about hunters was that, sometimes, they didn’t care who was behind the whole supernatural being because as long as it wasn’t human they would kill them. Crowley had told him to be careful, he had no idea how the hunters would react to Peter and Peter had no idea either but he was going to complete his job so his favorite demon wouldn’t be forced to make time for this, not like they had a lot of time to begin with if the Winchesters were tracking whatever this thing was.