Jan 30, 2014
out of love;
I need to get my four hours of beauty sleep. Hasta la vista, babies.
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out of love;
I need to get my four hours of beauty sleep. Hasta la vista, babies.
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"Castiel?" Abaddon asked, looking through the darkness. She'd had quite enough of re-uniting with angels to last her a lifetime. "What do you want, brother?" Even after all the millennia she had spent cast out of Heaven, the Knight still referred to them as siblings, even if the ties were no longer there. She guessed it was just a habit.
TBCM!: The Chat Logs || Withered Grace
Dean had almost forgotten about the friend request he'd sent on a whim until he got a notification telling him it had been accepted. It wasn't like Dean was really looking for anything out of it. He wasn't even excited. It just was what it was. No big deal. Still, he didn't waste time getting back to Jenny.
Dean Winchester:
hey there
glad you decided to add me back
how are you doing today?
02:23 PM
Office Hours || Megstiel AU || witheredgrace
Meg Masters, private dancer.
She walked alongside a well dressed man, hair slicked back and tie done up correctly -- surprisingly, and from that she could tell that he was either skilled or had a lover to do it for him. She thought the latter to be more credible.
"In here," he said and lead her into an office. She stepped in, taking in the view off what would be her stage for the night.
"Thanks." She replied setting her briefcase on the chair.
"No, thank you. Poor guy's been working his ass off. Deserves a little fun, you know. MIght even have to call you back next week. I have this important presentation to give. I'll need to be relaxed." The man chuckled deeply.
"Yeah, surely." Meg rolled her eyes and sat on an empty spot on the desk. "So is your friend going to be here soon, or what?"
"Castiel," the man corrected and checked his wrist watch. "He'll be leaving his meeting just about now."
With that the man head out, leaving Meg alone in the circular office. She had a look around, one of the wall being made up entirely of glass, a gigantic window with a view of the city. The desk was neat, pens lined up and stacks of paper organized. Quite impressive.
The doorknob rattled with the sound of a key opening the lock. She quickly returned to her post at the front of the desk and fixed her navy blazer. She undid another button and raised her skirt up a bit. She knew this act too well; knew what made men hot and bothered. These two things were simply, yet crucial. The door swung carefully from it's frame, and in came who she guessed would be the lucky one, but she thought that over.
He stood inside his office now, and she deiced to saunter to him, hips swinging. "I take it you're Castiel." Her arms went to encircle his neck lightly. She kissed his cheek sweetly; sly smirk appearing once her lips left his skin and moving up to his ear. "Happy Birthday, baby."
Chatlog of their wedding!
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The Bastard Catfished Me! || witheredgrace
Dean wasn't looking for love at all. In fact, what he was mostly looking for was someone to trade some hot and steamy messages and maybe a few pictures with. That was all he had planned, and that was just peachy. What Dean definitely didn't mean to do was fall for Jenny Smith.
Innocent, sweet-as-honey and twice-as-nice Jenny Smith...
It was Sammy's facebook profile that led them together. One day, Jenny Smith decided to comment on a picture of him and Sam posing together on the back porch at the Roadhouse, a beer in teetering on the edge of spilling in Dean's hand while Sam choked the breath out of him with a giant, crushing moose hug.
And yeah, Dean probably should have stopped and thought about it before sending a friend request to a chick who happened to just wander onto Sammy's profile, but she was hot. Red hair and big green eyes, and hell, smart as all get-out. Thing about Dean was that it didn't take long for one thing to lead to another...
And another, and another, and another...
Pretty soon, sweet little Jenny Smith wasn't looking so innocent anymore. In fact, she was looking all kinds of dirty with the way their messages sometimes ended up, and that was perfectly alright with Dean Winchester. The thing that was thoroughly not okay was the weird little relationship he'd fallen into sometime along the way.
The one where "I wanna see you naked" turned into "I wanna see you IRL". There was a very thin line, he knew, but he'd all but obliterated it, and he came out looking like a fool. Jenny just so happened to have fallen out of the sky, apparently. Thirteen friends on a social networking site, four pictures, and no cell phone or webcam. To say it was suspicious was the understatement of the century.
Still, Dean wanted. So when he got home after another long, grueling day at the salvage yard, he immediately perked up when he saw the little red bubble that told him Jenny had messaged him. He couldn't help the smile that broke out on his face immediately.
Jenny Anne Smith
08:45 PM: hey handsome
08:45 PM: how r u?
He bit at his bottom lip, knowing that this couldn't be good. He couldn't be so damn excited over a couple of words on a screen and the prospect of talking to some person on the internet. That didn't mean his heart wasn't fluttering just at the sight of her name on the screen. With bated breath, he typed his response, knowing it was what he had to do.
Dean Winchester
08:47 PM: better now that I get to talk to you
08:47 PM: but I'd much rather see you :)
08:47 PM: is your car fixed yet? I could fix it for you
08:48 PM: that way you could meet up with me for once!
If he and Jenny were gonna keep this whole thing up, it was time to meet. No more excuses.
[quickly flees after dropping my URL in front of you.]
Opinion on;
Character in general: CasCasCasCasCasCas <3 Nuff said.How they play them: CAAAAS <3 precious bby is precious. Srsly. I love how they play them c:The Mun: Total sweetiepie <3
Do I:
RP with them: Yes. Mainly on Kik…Want to RP with them: Ofc c:
What is my;
Overall Opinion: go follow the bby
**Note: Mun’s answer are all to be completely honest. Don’t send url if you don’t want brutal honesty
dibs
send me a ‘dibs’ if you are ridiculously attached to me as an rp partner ;
"Love you too Cas.. couldnt be without you."