#winpiestiel

Oh really? Well Noah should come harass me too, because we haven't talked in WAY TOO FUCKING LONG, GEEZ.

[I have multiple muses depending on what universe I'm working in, but here's an OC from a story I've been working on with winpiestiel since...forever, basically.]

The sun was setting on the banks of the Ohio River, and Dean sat on the hood of the Impala, drinking straight from the whiskey bottle. He’d been sitting there so long that snow had piled on his shoulders, only falling when he lifted his arm to take another swig. 

They were gone. His family. Whatever force had brought Misha to this world had taken him back, and taken their kids with him. The place where they’d been was nothing short of an endless void inside him, and though he desperately wanted to cry, his eyes were dry. 

The bottle was empty, the bottle he’d promised his husband that he’d never pick up again. He slid off the hood of the Impala, walking out to the edge of the bridge, the water rushing away, meters beneath him. It was swollen and angry with the melting snow, and Dean tossed the bottle out into the white fray, watching it disappear. 

Slowly, he pulled the simple band from his finger, turning it over to read the inscription one final time. 

Собственность Миша Коллинз

Dean laughed weakly. What bullshit. He’d left, in the end. Just like everyone else. He extended his arm out over the water and let the ring slide from his hand, disappearing into the rushing waters just like the bottle. 

“‘Property of Misha Collins’ my ass,” Dean hissed. “You lied. You lied about everything. You said forever. You said you’d never leave me.” 

He slowly fell to his knees, gripping the railing of the bridge as his heart finally broke, caving in, letting the grief well out into the emptiness…the world that didn’t care that he was broken. 

"You promised…" he sobbed until the snow covered him again, not sure if he’d ever get up. "You promised…"

i have tons and tons of makeup work

i also have tons and tons of homework due on monday

i have an essay due on tuesday

i have an idea for a fic that im trying to write

and i want to be able to do something this weekend

so what am i doing?

watching con videos and rping