battlesworn.

i’m sorry for being literally The Slowest™, i’ll get to replies soon! i’ve been a little busy with xmas shopping & end of the semester stuff but i should return soon. x

HEY. YOU BETTER TAKE CARE OF THAT CAR. OR I SWEAR I’LL HAUNT YOUR ASS.                             first established august 2013. rebooted october 2016.

        "yeah. and i’m the tooth fairy.” sarcastic words are accompanied with an equally wry smirk, and he folds his arms over his chest. “do you see me flappin’ around with wings?” he pauses as his smile becomes more crooked. “nope - so why don’t we SKIP the small talk              and let me do my damn job.” when did monsters become so chatty anyways? because dean is 99% sure that she’s the monster that he and sammy have been hunting for the past couple of days. all the signs point in her.... general direction, anyways.

           " oh, don’t pull that cute crap with me...  i said  ❛  what are you ?  ❜. i don’t care WHO you are, it’s not like we gotta be on first name basis for me to gank your evil ass.”

a little psa that if you feel like your female muses are being neglected always throw them at me because female characters need to be protected at all costs and there shouldn’t be a reason why people are neglecting female characters in the first place because they can be just as developed and complex and well written as male characters okay thanks

        “ fine. next time i save your ass i’ll bleed over the             sink like a good little soldier. not my fault that             i had to walk over the carpet to get to the liquor             cabinet -- “

i’ll do things on here tomorrow!! i’m too nervous about the election to write anything of substance, i apologize!

       dean grumbles, his gun still pointing at the god-knows-what in the distance. “not before i shoot this fucker...” he mutters, and fires off a round of bullets, all which seem to do little to no damage. a surprised look passes over his face and he turns around, giving clara a worried look. “uh - look, i don’t know what the hell that thing is, but i say we come back later. do some recon. maybe grab a drink.”  he raises his eyebrows, a crooked smile appearing on his lips. only dean winchester would attempt to flirt right before his impending death.

                    HEY. YOU BETTER TAKE CARE OF THAT CAR. OR I SWEAR I'LL HAUNT YOUR ASS.                              first established august 2013. rebooted october 2016. written by lizzie.