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my bae an d i 

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Fangirl Challenge | TV Shows [8/10]

 └ Supernatural

We’re all going to hell. Might as well enjoy the ride.

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       Mia just stared at him as he listed off everything that they hunted and her brow furrowed. She just pressed against the bandage on her neck and swallowed thickly again. “Sounds like a fun job.” She didn’t believe in angels. She didn’t believe in anything having to do with Heaven or Hell, but this man was proving her wrong and she didn’t even know it. As soon as he started asking questions about Jackson again, she placed her chin in her hand with a small smile. “Jackson. And he’s a year old. Almost two. So we’ll have to deal with his terrible two’s. Which should be great for all of us…” She gave a weak laugh and just shook her head.

       ”….Is there a Heaven and a Hell, then? You said you’ve hunted angels and demons. I just need to know from someone —- and since you’ve said these things to me and I was legitimately attacked by a fucking vampire. Does God exist? Is he even…there? Because I gave up on believing in that bullshit a long time ago. It was even harder to believe after my Dad died. Now you’re sitting here telling me that you hunt the things that I was supposed to believe in as a child because it was supposed to make me feel safe knowing I had a place to go when I died.” She croaked as tears pricked the corners of her eyes.

    "Oh, it's a riot." Cue his own set of weak laughter, though his of course is more deep set -- sort of like a low chuckle, if you will. "Cute. Good luck with that. My brother was a pain in the ass at that age." In retrospect, nothing's changed -- except the Devil wants up in his little brother's skin like nobody's business.       "There is," Dean responds to that without any hesitation whatsoever -- after all, he's been there. However, his tone changes dramatically as the subject shifts to the big man himself and he can't help but try to seize the flame that starts from the bottom of his chest. Oh, how angry he gets when the s-o-b's brought up. Despite his best friend being an Angel, he still has difficulty accepting that God exists. "God's real," he says with uncertainty, "but he's a little bitch and no one knows where he is." Classic Dean. "As far as heaven goes, though, it's real -- and you have nothing to be worried about. I promise."

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i want a fem!dean verse tbh  and all the au's tbh  come to me 

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Song of the Day: A Day to Remember - “Right Back at it Again”

An inspiring song.

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ohohilikeit:

              “—- What could be nastier than vampires?” She whispered and pressed her hand against the bandage that still seemed to be soaked through with blood. “Family business? What? Do you hunt the monsters under everyone’s beds or in their closets?” She asked quietly and cleared her throat, but grimaced at the pain she was in. “Hobbies? Apart from school and work? I…write. Sometimes. Play the piano for my mum to see if it’ll wake her up from the stupor she’s in. I take care of her and have been since my Dad died a few months ago and I help watch my nephew. I don’t have many normal hobbies. I’m too busy to do anything else.”

    For a moment, he regrets telling her. 

     For a moment, Dean looks into this girl's -- Mia's, he mentally corrects himself -- eyes and he wishes that he could've saved her without having to tell her. Unfortunately in the case of vampire bite scars, she'd probably draw no other conclusion; that being said, it was probably better he explain it now, but it was just the principle of the thing. It was the fact that she had the pleasantry of ignorance by means of the Supernatural, and now that was gone. The world's a much scarier place when the dark isn't only full of the unknown, but likely crawling with everything your mother or father's ever told you wasn't there. Not that such a way was ever the story with Dean. "       "Yeah." That's all he says, at first. "Werewolves, fairies, poltergeists, rogue spirits, demons, bitchass angels -- you name it, we hunt it." His heart aches as she goes on, and man, does he wish he had something of value to say. Anything at all. "Kids are fun. Always wished I could have one of my own -- but that's not in the cards. What's his name?" He grows a little angry with himself for not focusing harder on keeping her talking, and to make up for it, starts asking questions. "How old is he?"

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i guess this is nothing new but um. once i go back tomorrow u can p much guarantee you won't hear jackshit from me for a long time bc wow school. i'll still be checking in everyday. probably more on sky though.

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ohohilikeit:

          She wiped at her eyes as she tried to calm down and she inhaled through her nose and exhaled through her mouth. “T-Thank you. Uhm, I-I go to school. And work. I’m s-studying to be a psychologist. I work in the psychiatric ward at the hospital until I can start i-interning at a real behavioral health clinic.” She had to sit down for a second because she was a little lightheaded. “Y-You��uhm. W-what is it exactly that you do? A-apart from killing v-v-vampires?” She whispered.

    On any normal occasion, Dean might've made a wisecrack at working with nutjobs -- but really, who is he to judge when he's met Satan himself? He nods in understanding, not making any comment at first. "Well, uh..." He starts, unsure how to begin the rest of his statement. "I hunt other things -- like vampires, but usually a bit nastier." A ton nastier. "Family business. Saving people, hunting things; that's about all there is to it." Wrong. "Got any hobbies? Sounds like you're pretty busy."