#featuring: julianna westbrook (ghstfacr)

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“I broke the lock. You were screaming.”

no matter how many time's he's tried to save him. he keeps getting the same outcome. every door he opens and runs through? sam's dead on the other side. he's killed the fucking demon three different ways. out ran it twice. and dean just can't do it. the door opens. sam's bloodied and limp. torn apart and gone. hanging and staring down at him with vacant eyes. burnt and a shadow blazed into the fucking concrete. make that make sense! you can't! cause DEAN can't!

the more he finds him broken, bloodied and dead--the more panicked dean gets. and he can't wake up. there's no waking up and he's starting to think he's not dreaming anymore. maybe he really is awake and this is some kind of fucking hell he's ended up trapped in with no escaping.

this time the door's still bloody with his handprints. crimson that's not his own. and this time sam's standing there. neck twisted. eyes rolled white and then they fill with black. teeth gnashing together with thick black dripping through them spilling between his lips, "you did this.." he hisses. wet vitriol. laced with hisses and gutteral noises in languages that haunt him from the dark. dean screams. and then there's a bang.

round, wild eyes stare at the face that comes into view. 'i broke the lock. you were screaming.' and dean's scrambling up out of bed. half dressed and his palms brushing wildly at his face. "i..uh..yeah.. wow," one swings to cup the back of his neck and he jerks the other one towards the bed puffing out a hasty laugh. brush it off. don't let her see you sweat. literally. "spider! whew... thank god. you busted the lock--wait--you what?" he jerks an impressed brow up. anything to get that vision out of his head. ANYTHING!

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@ghstfacr || meme continuation || from here.

[ sms : she bites 😬 ] is this an us pick up line? [ sms : she bites 😬 ] it feels like an us pick up line.. [ sms : she bites 😬 ] one where you're about to say-ha ha just kidding. of course i want to dig up mister sack of bones and malicious intent before he ends up murdering more unsuspecting townsfolk. [ sms : she bites 😬 ] cause that's part of my whole spooky ghost hunter vibe and i don't need sam or dean winchester stealing that. just show up with a match and lighter fluid, babe. i'm gonna show you how it's done! [ sms : she bites 😬 ] shit. okay. okay. i'll dig up the body. [ sms : she bites 😬 ] that means we're gonna have sex. [ sms : she bites 😬 ] ....right?

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“Hey, why are you walking like that?” { danny torrance ? }

happened a little over two days ago and the damn swelling just won't go down. danny sprang out of bed so fast that his ankle decided to go one way while the rest of him? went the other. sure, some of what he was drinking might've been part of the reason why. but that's what happens when the wagon wheel gets a little wobbly and you fall off for a night. it's something he's desperately not proud of. he's been beating himself up for it ever since he woke up with a bottle of scotch gone and his dignity somewhere between i'll just have a sip and toss it out to shit, i think it's tossing me out.

but the nightmares? those were back so bad he couldn't turn it OFF. and, thus, the boulder on top of the hill in the direct path of his wagon came rolling down the hill to a stop right as he was rolling by. here we are now. with a sprain. bruising so purply black and now bordered by a disgusting green that he gets sick looking at it.

now. she noticed.

a sharp smile. one that wrinkles the corners of his eyes. he's doing his best to reassure as he plops down on the nearest chair. one that happens to be right in the middle of the coffee shop. thankfully. not too many steps from her pointing out his limp. voice a soft, touched key. he does appreciate concern. it's sweet. sweet's something he doesn't get most often. has a bad habit of gravitating towards toxic. or turning it that way. "it's nothing. made an idiot mistake jumping out of bed to make my shift the other day. turns out if your feet decide to go right? the rest of you should, too."

his coffee's placed on the side table after a sip. "didn't think it was bad enough for anyone to notice.."

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[ sms : she bites 😬 ] nah. not weird. i mean. considering what we do? what can possibly fit into the weird category beyond,.. [ sms : she bites 😬 ] you know.. [ sms : she bites 😬 ] our world just being weird. [ sms : she bites 😬 ] i so need a copy of that video as soon as they're done. [ sms : she bites 😬 ] oh hang on. i remember what's weirder than normal. [ sms : she bites 😬 ] it's you. you are. 😉

[ sms : big nerd 💍 ] honestly ?? i bet they would do it if i asked [ sms : big nerd 💍 ] i'll text wes and tell him to send a video [ sms : big nerd 💍 ] is it weird that i'm actually kinda curious ?? [ sms : big nerd 💍 ] if it DOES work wouldn't that be kinda sick [ sms : big nerd 💍 ] ghost tries to attack during breakfast ? no sir [ sms : big nerd 💍 ] we're fuckin ready for that shit . sausage gun .

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⸺ ❝ 𝗜 𝗗𝗨𝗡𝗡𝗢 , 𝗠𝗔𝗬𝗕𝗘 𝗟𝗜𝗞𝗘 𝗔𝗡 𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗛 𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗠 ? one of those little ones that's like an inch long and does that little scrunchy dance . . . ❞

"if you're going inch worm? yeah i guess i can keep you on the dash and watch you wriggle your way across. you gonna stop and do a wiggle dance every time sabbath plays? otherwise? i might have to drop you off on the next leaf."

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she's just here to hug him bc she misses him she's got no annoying energy tonight

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dean wraps his arms around her-- jules's are feet lifted off the ground as he leans back and pulls her with him. then she's sat gently down once again and he bends so a kiss can be planted on the top of her head. "hey, weirdo. what's up?" arms stuck like glue around her form? yeah. so what? they're staying there, too.

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⸺ ❝ 𝗢𝗞𝗔𝗬 𝗕𝗨𝗧 . . . 𝗪𝗢𝗨𝗟𝗗 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗦𝗧𝗜𝗟𝗟 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘 𝗠𝗘 if i was a worm ? ❞

"---okay but is it a tequila worm? or a dirty worm? inquiring minds wanna know. gotta make the right decision."

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she wasn't sure whether to be sweet or annoying but it seems she's gone with sweet

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dean prefers the sweet option so much more than the annoying one. he's got plenty of other things/people who love to test his limits with the latter. he leans in after the smooch to return the favor, "mmm. what did i do to earn that?," but bounces up to peck the tip of her nose at the very last second. a wink and he reclines back into the plush sofa that's surprisingly nice for a motel room. especially the ones they usually stay in. the kinds that don't ask a lotta questions. one hand tugs a little curl of her hair that he's coiled around his finger gesturing for her to join.

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@ghstfacr || a meme continuation || from here.

dean's bones were tired. call insomnia and barely sleeping because of it. or? a hunt that ended up with him getting a little more of a beating he was planning and endless hours of being on the road? but he couldn't keep his eyes open anymore. sam looked surprised when he asked to be dropped off. for skip out on stuffing most of his dinner in his face before he had the chance to make it back to the motel? after damn near the whole day of NOT EATING? yeah. he's admitting to something he barely ever admits to. he's gonna pass the hell out.

by the time they get back? dean's so deep in sleep that he doesn't notice the door opening. nothing. one leg's about off the couch that gives way too much in spots and not in others. one arm's underneath an overused side pillow while the other's dangling it's hand above his head cause his elbows bent and smooshed against the back cushions. sam's not there to catch her before she does something that could be potentially dangerous given the circumstances. the touch to his shoulder and her voice immediately rip him out of his deep sleep. his frame jerks out of slumber. eyes snap open and a gutteral noise is torn in his throat. not a yell. more like a grunting yelp of surprise.

thankfully, because it's her, he actually--truly awakens a split second later and hasn't reached for any weapons still on him. namely the sheathed knife that's between the corner and the side of the couch cushion he's on. "babe. hey. sorry... yeah. yeah. m'up.." he, moves his hand from underneath the cushion and runs his fingers along her cheek. "sorry.."

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@ghstfacr || a meme continuation || he's never letting this die.

first time it happens is when they're leaving the scene were they've burned the dead yoga instructors' bodies into lil crispy nothings that were easily gotten rid of and decide to stop for drinks on the way back to the motel. they know it's coming because as sam jumps out of the car and asks if dean's coming along for the ride--that sparkle comes to his eyes and a mischievous grin spreads across his lips to chase after it.

"namaste in the car," and his head falls back to rest against the headrest cocking to the side only when he hears jules let out a flustered HUFF and scurry out to join sam. no doubt avoiding the laugh that comes from an overly PROUD dean who stares at the impala's interior roof while they go in and grab food and drinks.

hands are drumming lightly against the steering wheel of the car. to the beat of spirit in the sky on the radio by the time they come back. it's because everyone's safe. everyone's okay that he allows himself to lift his head and turn his attention first to his brother and then, with a pivot and an arm snaking across the front seat for leverage--his wife.

"peace and greetings" he bows a solemn nod to her. all sage yoga-y. "what did ya bring? is there caffeine in there?" man that face is still twisted in a devilish expression. he's just not gonna be able to shake this. it's not in him. tired or not. "i could really use some caffeine."

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@ghstfacr || a meme continuation || from here!

they're getting nowhere.

they've been getting nowhere on this case for hours now. face it. these books? aren't doing shit. it's about time to pack up, grab what they got left to go over and go back to the motel. dean's STARVING and none of them are really giving the effort all of their attention anymore. he knows he isn't. cause jules walking past catches his eye and an idea comes a poppin' right into the back of his brain. then goes crawling to the front of it.

..before he knows? he's giving sam a glance, standing up and wandering off after her. moseying past the dusty old librarian who gives him a cursory look then goes back to her computer. weathered fingers tapping at some sorta data entry he doesn't really care about.

his hands graze bare skin just underneath the hem of jules's shirt when he comes up behind her. lips find the spot on the back of her neck that he knows presses buttons that make her knees fill with water and her arms go like wet spaghetti noodles. she chides him. gives him an exasperated half-lecture and he only grins and buries the tip of his nose into that spot even further. "fine. so we can go home. i'm failing to see the bad." fingers spread over her belly. so warm. so soft..

he's playing a convincing game here. and winning! cause the fuck it's all he needs before her mouth's all his for the taking. yeah. they aren't gonna go crazy. sam would lose his shit if he walked in on that. or. they ended up getting busted by the crypt keeper lady back behind her desk and caught an indecent exposure charge (at last. time's ticking on that one!) but it's fun to tease and make her squirm as blunt nails trace the skin above her navel and he nips her bottom lip upon pulling away. she's flat against him. doesn't do him any favors either but a breath in and he swallows that building burn up before it gets the best of him.

"so.. what were you over here to do again?" another sweep of his fingers as his chin rests on her shoulder. "don't let me interrupt.."

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she's come back to their motel room bearing gifts in the form of kisses , pie , and a pamphlet for the world's largest patio chair roadside attraction conveniently located on their way to their next case . . .

@ghstfacr || pie day shenanigans || yeah, buddy!!

"it's like i dreamed you into existence. how the hell are you even real? oh! WE'RE GOIN'. get your exploring shoes on." sam's gonna cringe so hard at the lawnchair--dean's gonna make sure she gets it on video. why? just to play that back on repeat when sam's in a bad mood. and make it worse in the best kinda way.

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// bros. it freaking WAS!!!! buwhahahahaha!!! why does this FIT?! why?! @ghstfacr

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road-tired. case-tired. dean's just quiet. and on edge. makes him one hell of a sour puss that constantly has a scowl right underneath the smile he's forcing into place. one that slips through when he's not keeping an eye on his expressions and lets the mask slip. course she sees right through that. senses when it's coming and knows what to do to knock him out of it. derail that bullshit. send it scattering like the can he knocks over with a mumbled curse word or two tossed at the ground like it was the can's fault and not his own wrist that did it. jules's voice digs his attention out of the hole it was falling into. what she has has him grinning at the ground. a true. honest. grin. his brows cocked up when he looks over his shoulder at her. gives her a grimacing glare. it's almost there. almost!!!! and then he starts shaking his head, puffing out a chortle before he deflates pitifully.

"man. i can't do it on queue.. that's at least three beers in and sam being an idiot to trigger."

closed // surprise starter based on their ttpd song // @bloodsalted

⸺  𝗦𝗛𝗘'𝗦  𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗖𝗛𝗘𝗗  𝗔𝗧𝗢𝗣  𝗧𝗛𝗘  𝗧𝗥𝗨𝗡𝗞  𝗢𝗙  𝗧𝗛𝗘  𝗖𝗔𝗥  in  the  middle  of  nowhere  ,  watching  as  her  husband  lines  up  some  old  rusty  cans  to  use  for  target  practice  .  he  said  he  was  fine  ,  that  the  crease  in  his  brow  is  from  exhaustion  and  the  heat  of  the  case  .  but  she  knows  him  better  by  now  .  she  won't  pry  ,  only  try  and  distract  him  with  something  she  knows  will  at  least  bring  him  a  sense  of  amusement  ,  if  not  retribution  .  ❝  hey  ,  do  that  impression  you  did  of  your  dad  again  ?  ❞  the  voice  even  more  gruff  than  his  own  ,  brow  furrowed  into  a  no  -  nonsense  ,  take  no  prisoners  expression  with  which  he's  begun  to  blow  off  steam  .  ❝  c'mon  ,  you  even  had  sammy  laughing  last  time  !  ❞

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"uhhh here's an even better idea.. edible body paint and we can stop as soon as we find the nearest adult shop. but if you wanna go the magic marker route? i'm putting the begging level on a solid 7 out of 10."

closed // tatted husband 🥹 // @bloodsalted

⸺ ❝ 𝗦𝗢 𝗜𝗙 𝗜 𝗪𝗘𝗥𝗘 𝗧𝗢 𝗔𝗦𝗞 𝗧𝗢 𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗣 and buy a pack of magic markers to color in your tattoos . . . how hard would i have to beg ? ❞

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he's two steps behind sam, hands in his pockets and chin tucked towards the collar of his coat to ward off the early morning chill when he hears jules call out behind him. her voice brings his steps to a halt. a brow lifts and dean pivots on his heel to face her. lips part as sam's gaze connects with his the second he swings it back to check on what his brother thinks. the younger winchester shrugs his shoulders and shoots her a smile, offering her dean with an upturned palm and a flick of his wrist. she can take him off his hands. he doesn't mind either way.

"yeah, sure. whatever makes you feel safe." dean's not about to let her go into a situation where she's not confident in. might give sam some shit for it. but not her. she's not been doing this her entire life. and has come a long way from analyzing every bump and ding picked up on a handheld recorder thinking it was some sorta evp to actually putting real ghosts down for GOOD. a few long-legged steps separates him from sam as he hurries back to the car. "we can do this together.."

closed // haven't been weird and silly about them yet today // @bloodsalted

⸺  𝐒𝐇𝐄  𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐒  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐂𝐀𝐑  𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎  𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊   ,   nodding   as   sam   slides   out   to   begin   heading   toward   the   library   -   and   frowning   as   dean   follows   suit   .   ❝   wait   ,   babe   what   -   i   thought   you   were   coming   with   me   ?   𝚒   𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝   𝚍𝚘   𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜   𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚠   𝚋𝚢   𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏   ;   we're   talking   about   a   djinn   here   (  . . .  )   what   if   the   neighbor   turns   out   to   be   connected   ?   ❞   nervous   digits   DRUM RAPIDLY   on   the   steering   wheel   ,   inner   cheek   pulled   between   ivory   crowns   as   ᴀ   ʀᴀʀᴇ   ꜱʜᴏᴡ   ᴏꜰ   ꜰᴇᴀʀ   ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇꜱ   ᴇᴠɪᴅᴇɴᴛ   ɪɴ   ᴛʜᴇ   ʜᴜɴᴛʀᴇꜱꜱ'   ꜰᴇᴀᴛᴜʀᴇꜱ   .

jules   is   a   f a s t   l e a r n e r   ;   she's   been   a   quick   study   under   the   guidance   of   her   husband   and   brother   in   law   ,   ᵇᵉᶜᵒᵐⁱⁿᵍ   ˡᵉᵗʰᵃˡ   ᶜᵒᵐᵖᵃʳᵉᵈ   ᵗᵒ   ʰᵉʳ   ᵈᵃʸˢ   ʷⁱᵗʰ   ᵗʰᵉ   ᵍʰᵒˢᵗᶠᵃᶜᵉʳˢ   .   but   this   is   the   first   she's   even   heard   of   a   djinn   ,   much   less   attempted   to   take   one   on   ;   jules   is   𝙽𝙾𝚃   𝚃𝙷𝚁𝙸𝙻𝙻𝙴𝙳   𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷   𝚃𝙷𝙴   𝙸𝙳𝙴𝙰   of   taking   any   risks   .