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Vienna let out a soft snort at his crack about school, the corner of her mouth tugging into a half-smirk that was pure muscle memory. That voice—rough-edged and cocky as ever, brought a familiar flicker to her chest. ‘Dean Winchester. Same smart-ass mouth, just more stubble now.’ Her arms stayed crossed, but her posture relaxed a touch as he stepped into the room. It really HAD been years, hadn’t it?

“Finished it, actually,” she said, lifting her chin a little. Her green eyes met his with a hint of challenge, but also quiet pride. “Graduated last month. Full degree. I’m a veterinarian now, mostly large animals. Official and everything.” She held her hands up briefly with mock jazz hands, then dropped them with a breath of amusement. “Still waiting for someone to print me up a ‘not a little kid anymore’ badge, though.”

Her gaze flicked toward the picture he motioned to, the one of her and Bobby from years back, she was maybe ten in it, gap-toothed and grinning with a stray kitten stuffed under one arm. The warmth in her face softened a little, and she didn’t bother hiding it. “He’s proud. Won’t say it straight to my face, but I caught him telling Rufus over the phone. Sounded like he was bragging..” She laughed quietly, brushing her hair out of her face. “Almost.”

Then she looked back at Dean, her smile faltering just slightly at the edges, replaced by something more hesitant. “I didn’t really think I’d run into you, to be honest. Figured you were off… y’know, saving the world. Making things bleed.” She tilted her head, studying him now—not the boy she remembered, but the man in front of her. “You look older. Rougher.” A pause. “But you’re still standing, so… that’s something.”

“He’s at the parts store,” she called out, her voice breaking the stillness like a spark in dry grass. She didn’t have to see Dean to know he was here. She’d spotted the Impala parked out front, pristine and glinting in the sun like it hadn’t aged a day. Her voice was a touch raspy, worn from the road and lack of sleep, but solid. “Told me he’d be back in an hour, maybe less. You know how he is—starts talking about fan belts and suddenly it’s a damn full-blown town meeting.”

She stepped further into the living room, her worn leather boots soft on the floorboards. Green eyes—piercing, almost unnaturally vivid—scanned the space with a quiet intensity, as if measuring what had changed and what hadn’t. The same battered couch. The same creaky floorboard near the stairs. Everything was stuck in time. Everything except her. There was something hardened in the way she carried herself now, a distance layered beneath that confident smirk she wore like armor. Two years away had reshaped her. She wasn’t the wide-eyed teenager they’d waved off to college.

“Didn’t expect to see you here,” she said after a beat, voice softer now, layered with something more complex than surprise. Her arms crossed over her chest, shoulders squared, though she leaned against the doorframe like she might bolt if the wrong word landed. “I’m here to see him. Bobby. A few days. That’s all.” She said it like a promise to herself—but her eyes lingered on the hallway a second too long. And her grip on her sleeve? Slightly a little too tight to be casual…and the way she looked at Dean? God..she couldn’t ever get rid of that ache in her chest, no matter how hard she tried.

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“He’s at the parts store,” she called out, her voice breaking the stillness like a spark in dry grass. She didn’t have to see Dean to know he was here. She’d spotted the Impala parked out front, pristine and glinting in the sun like it hadn’t aged a day. Her voice was a touch raspy, worn from the road and lack of sleep, but solid. “Told me he’d be back in an hour, maybe less. You know how he is—starts talking about fan belts and suddenly it’s a damn full-blown town meeting.”

She stepped further into the living room, her worn leather boots soft on the floorboards. Green eyes—piercing, almost unnaturally vivid—scanned the space with a quiet intensity, as if measuring what had changed and what hadn’t. The same battered couch. The same creaky floorboard near the stairs. Everything was stuck in time. Everything except her. There was something hardened in the way she carried herself now, a distance layered beneath that confident smirk she wore like armor. Two years away had reshaped her. She wasn’t the wide-eyed teenager they’d waved off to college.

“Didn’t expect to see you here,” she said after a beat, voice softer now, layered with something more complex than surprise. Her arms crossed over her chest, shoulders squared, though she leaned against the doorframe like she might bolt if the wrong word landed. “I’m here to see him. Bobby. A few days. That’s all.” She said it like a promise to herself—but her eyes lingered on the hallway a second too long. And her grip on her sleeve? Slightly a little too tight to be casual…and the way she looked at Dean? God..she couldn’t ever get rid of that ache in her chest, no matter how hard she tried.

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The gravel crackled and popped beneath the black tires, the engine purring as the classic car pulled into the junkyard, seemingly out of place amongst the graveyard of rusted corpses from decades past. It rolled to a stop beside an old blue tow truck, and the transmission clunked in disappointment as it was put into park, ending what had been a long trip through the beautiful, flyover states of the USA. The driver's door opened, and a brown Rocky Loggers boot hit the dirt as Dean Winchester emerged from the car's interior, his relief at reaching the end of his journey palpable in the cool, early morning air. Absent from the normal passenger seat was Sam, who was working his own gig in Colorado. On the outside, the older Winchester brother seemed to be operating just fine without him, but to a practiced eye, they would see the blood splattering that hadn't been washed out of the black M65 jacket yet, and that there were the beginning of dark circles beneath his tired eyes. Dean stepped quickly onto the wooden porch, the fading paint cracking and falling off the wood beneath his hand as he knocked on the door. "Bobby?" Dean called out, knocking again after a few moments. "It's me." @linnylooo

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You're laughing??? When Cas became human, Dean suddenly had two nightstands by his bed and you're laughing??????

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Rhiannon looks away from him. “No, I didn’t…I came back to ask you to come home one more time—“ Her voice is no longer pensive, but just pleading. “Sam misses you, Castiel misses you..I—“ Rhi cut herself short. “Just come home— Demon or not, we want you home, Dean-“

Taking a step towards him, she reaches out to try and take his hand. “Please..do it for me.”

She missed him. It was her responsibility to bring him back…And erase that mark of damnation from his arm.

dean winchester. one liner. open to any 18+ muse & mun

"come back for another round?"

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Trying to find something to motivate myself and I found this little line from Van Gogh

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When I play someone, I get a read on them.

15.11 The Gamblers

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Or when the ‘awww’ turns to ‘AHHHHH’ cause it flies in your face.

Yall ever just go up to a bug and go ‘pspspspspspsp’?

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Yall ever just go up to a bug and go ‘pspspspspspsp’?

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Me : never degrade yourself for a man

Also me :

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Rhiannon looked up from where she was sitting with her gun in her hand. Her fingers worked delicately, cleaning the barrel.

With a groan, she sat the gun down and rubbed her face. “I told that asshole I didn’t need any help—“

Russell Shaw | Open Starters

" My little brother said you needed some help."

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Everytime this is reblogged, JK Rowling steps on a lego

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She sighs, chuckling before matching his steps back into the car. Slowly, Lucine opens the back of the car and slides in, motioning for him in a ‘come here’ gesture with her finger. Her red hair falls over her shoulder as she leans back against the opposite door.

“What’s got you so worked up?” The redhead breathed, already tugging at his jacket. Her slid fingers strained against the leather as she pulled him in for a kiss.

“You’re insane—“ she whispered, heart pounding as she bit back the soft sigh that threatened to escape her as his hands roamed her body. “Dean, I’m gross and covered in blood—“ Lucine’s voice is heady, failing to protest. “What if..isn’t Sam supposed to meet us back here?” The redhead quirks an eyebrow, unable to deny how much she wants this, him.

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“You’re insane—“ she whispered, heart pounding as she bit back the soft sigh that threatened to escape her as his hands roamed her body. “Dean, I’m gross and covered in blood—“ Lucine’s voice is heady, failing to protest. “What if..isn’t Sam supposed to meet us back here?” The redhead quirks an eyebrow, unable to deny how much she wants this, him.

dean winchester - open to canon and oc spn muses, 20+. shippy starter.

kisses stolen one after the other as hands slide up his partner's sides, up and underneath their shirt. bruised and bloody after a hunt finished, dean always comes out the other side desperate for affect and hungry for sex. something about the adrenaline rush amping up his drive.

"we could go back to the impala," he suggests, eyes hopeful as he laughs.

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ao3 turns 15 today

reblog if youre older than ao3

(there's a lot of people asking about this, but the legal age to use social media is 13, except in few countries. so yes, there are people here under 15)

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I need a mafia roleplay. That is all. A good male mafia oc to roleplay with. Pm me or add me on discord. @Daddyslittlesoldier

I NEED A PROPER, ANGSY, AND NSFW MAFIA ROLEPLAY.

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//I miss roleplaying Megstiel.