didntgetanythingfromhell

[didntgetanythingfromhell]

"You can't be a lurker on tumblr." Yes, you absolutely can. I've been quietly reblogging things since 2014 and I haven't interacted with anyone in years.

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You can only reblog this today or until the next Monday, June 19th, 2028.

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Rebel smiled. For the first time in hundreds of years he smiled a non-nostalgic smile when thinking of Valerie.

“Thanks. I don’t think you’re gonna get far, but I appreciate the sentiment.”

He swallowed.

“She was the first person who ever accepted me. The first one.”

“Hiiiiiii!”

Rebel’s sing-song tone of voice almost mocked the last 300 years. He giggled at the older Winchester brother. He was sat on a branch, somewhat high up in a tree. His feet kicked back and fourth.

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Dean was having a cold beer as he was going through another one of those terribly hot summer days. He was in town for a reason, of course- a haunting, salt to throw, bones to dig out- but the sun was up and it was way too hot to even exist. The shadow of a nearby tree was a good place to relax, Dean thought- but then he jumped on his feet as a voice- right up over his head- said hello. So he looked up.

"Rebel!" He exclaimed as he recognized him "Is that really you, kid? What the fuck are you doing up there?!" He laughed. Kid was really up on a tree, and he had no clue why.

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“Well we weren’t in love, and we sure in hell weren’t sexually attracted to each other—neither of us swung the other’s way, let’s just say that.”

Rebel pulls a face at ‘unlucky person’.

“But she was real nice. And a witch, like myself. We were like partners in crime. And this was when my law degree actually meant something, so we were fairly comfortable. But then my son of a bitch brother showed up. I’ll let you imagine what happened—and is currently happening—to her.”

It’s a story Rebel doesn’t tell often—the story of Valerie Macleod-Belair. The true story of his hatred of his brother. He crafted some bullshit around Crowley fucking him over or something, but truth be told, he didn’t do anything like that. Crowley wasn’t that merciful.

“Hiiiiiii!”

Rebel’s sing-song tone of voice almost mocked the last 300 years. He giggled at the older Winchester brother. He was sat on a branch, somewhat high up in a tree. His feet kicked back and fourth.

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Dean was having a cold beer as he was going through another one of those terribly hot summer days. He was in town for a reason, of course- a haunting, salt to throw, bones to dig out- but the sun was up and it was way too hot to even exist. The shadow of a nearby tree was a good place to relax, Dean thought- but then he jumped on his feet as a voice- right up over his head- said hello. So he looked up.

"Rebel!" He exclaimed as he recognized him "Is that really you, kid? What the fuck are you doing up there?!" He laughed. Kid was really up on a tree, and he had no clue why.

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“So you’ll help me kill him?! Because he left in France in the 1700s. I couldn’t like—call an Uber to pick me up, I had to make the treck all the way to Paris and THEN all the way to the coastline AND THEN I had to get on a ship back to Scotland just to find me mum in bed with some guy when I stumbled back into my house.”

“Are you a friend of those Winchesters Mum always rants about?”

Rebel tilts his head. He was sat upon a ledge somewhere in buttfuck nowhere in Mississippi.

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Ellie halted and turned to look at the guy who adressed her.

She had never met the kid but he seemed to know quite a bit about her and the company she kept.

She decided to approach the situation cautiously, for now.

"I may know those Winchesters you are taking about. What's in it for you?" she took a step closer

"And who's your mama that talks about them all the time?"

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Rebel smiled.

“Thank you, I look this good because of black magic. Crowley fucked me over with a deal with Lucifer and almost killed me. He left me for dead in the middle of nowhere in France. Fucking France. In one of those towns that were retaken by nature after the plague made its sweep through.”

“Are you a friend of those Winchesters Mum always rants about?”

Rebel tilts his head. He was sat upon a ledge somewhere in buttfuck nowhere in Mississippi.

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Ellie halted and turned to look at the guy who adressed her.

She had never met the kid but he seemed to know quite a bit about her and the company she kept.

She decided to approach the situation cautiously, for now.

"I may know those Winchesters you are taking about. What's in it for you?" she took a step closer

"And who's your mama that talks about them all the time?"

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“OH YEAH!”

He yelled with an even bigger grin.

“He fucked me over and she’s a bitch. I’m 341 year old. You’re a hunter—I say we kill them.”

“Are you a friend of those Winchesters Mum always rants about?”

Rebel tilts his head. He was sat upon a ledge somewhere in buttfuck nowhere in Mississippi.

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Ellie halted and turned to look at the guy who adressed her.

She had never met the kid but he seemed to know quite a bit about her and the company she kept.

She decided to approach the situation cautiously, for now.

"I may know those Winchesters you are taking about. What's in it for you?" she took a step closer

"And who's your mama that talks about them all the time?"

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Rebel slid off of the ledge, his hair flipping slightly when he did. He took a couple steps towards her.

“What’s in it for me? Why, I get to kill me mum AND me brother!”

He grinned that crazy, depraved, revenge seeking grin he always seemed to have when talking about killing his family.

“Oh! Who’s me mum? I’ll give you a hint—I’m Rebel MacLeod. Part-Time lawyer, full time witch and full time bitch.”

“Are you a friend of those Winchesters Mum always rants about?”

Rebel tilts his head. He was sat upon a ledge somewhere in buttfuck nowhere in Mississippi.

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Ellie halted and turned to look at the guy who adressed her.

She had never met the kid but he seemed to know quite a bit about her and the company she kept.

She decided to approach the situation cautiously, for now.

"I may know those Winchesters you are taking about. What's in it for you?" she took a step closer

"And who's your mama that talks about them all the time?"

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“Hm.”

He then giggled a bit with an almost nostalgic smile.

“You know—I used to be married.”

“Hiiiiiii!”

Rebel’s sing-song tone of voice almost mocked the last 300 years. He giggled at the older Winchester brother. He was sat on a branch, somewhat high up in a tree. His feet kicked back and fourth.

- @didntgetanythingfromhell

Dean was having a cold beer as he was going through another one of those terribly hot summer days. He was in town for a reason, of course- a haunting, salt to throw, bones to dig out- but the sun was up and it was way too hot to even exist. The shadow of a nearby tree was a good place to relax, Dean thought- but then he jumped on his feet as a voice- right up over his head- said hello. So he looked up.

"Rebel!" He exclaimed as he recognized him "Is that really you, kid? What the fuck are you doing up there?!" He laughed. Kid was really up on a tree, and he had no clue why.

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“Tell me about it. My entire family seems to be crazy sons of bitches.”

Rebel grabbed a hair tie from his wrist and tied up his hair.

“Well. Tell me about the case before we dig the bastard up.”

“Hiiiiiii!”

Rebel’s sing-song tone of voice almost mocked the last 300 years. He giggled at the older Winchester brother. He was sat on a branch, somewhat high up in a tree. His feet kicked back and fourth.

- @didntgetanythingfromhell

Dean was having a cold beer as he was going through another one of those terribly hot summer days. He was in town for a reason, of course- a haunting, salt to throw, bones to dig out- but the sun was up and it was way too hot to even exist. The shadow of a nearby tree was a good place to relax, Dean thought- but then he jumped on his feet as a voice- right up over his head- said hello. So he looked up.

"Rebel!" He exclaimed as he recognized him "Is that really you, kid? What the fuck are you doing up there?!" He laughed. Kid was really up on a tree, and he had no clue why.

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“No, she’s Ms. Campbell. Not Mr.Campbell. It’s a quite common name though, I wouldn’t worry about it.”

Rebel shook his head, impulsively brushing off that idea.

“Hiiiiiii!”

Rebel’s sing-song tone of voice almost mocked the last 300 years. He giggled at the older Winchester brother. He was sat on a branch, somewhat high up in a tree. His feet kicked back and fourth.

- @didntgetanythingfromhell

Dean was having a cold beer as he was going through another one of those terribly hot summer days. He was in town for a reason, of course- a haunting, salt to throw, bones to dig out- but the sun was up and it was way too hot to even exist. The shadow of a nearby tree was a good place to relax, Dean thought- but then he jumped on his feet as a voice- right up over his head- said hello. So he looked up.

"Rebel!" He exclaimed as he recognized him "Is that really you, kid? What the fuck are you doing up there?!" He laughed. Kid was really up on a tree, and he had no clue why.

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“Oh hell yeah. I’ve been digging out guys for years! But that wasn’t for hunting.”

He adjusted his bag that laid on his shoulder, holding all the goodies that a 343 year old witch needed.

“I might start digging them out for hunting though. Me and my best friend Ms. Campbell are gonna start a law and hunting firm. It’s slogan is ‘From crypto fraud to banshee bitch—we do it all’. It has a nice ring to it.”

“Hiiiiiii!”

Rebel’s sing-song tone of voice almost mocked the last 300 years. He giggled at the older Winchester brother. He was sat on a branch, somewhat high up in a tree. His feet kicked back and fourth.

- @didntgetanythingfromhell

Dean was having a cold beer as he was going through another one of those terribly hot summer days. He was in town for a reason, of course- a haunting, salt to throw, bones to dig out- but the sun was up and it was way too hot to even exist. The shadow of a nearby tree was a good place to relax, Dean thought- but then he jumped on his feet as a voice- right up over his head- said hello. So he looked up.

"Rebel!" He exclaimed as he recognized him "Is that really you, kid? What the fuck are you doing up there?!" He laughed. Kid was really up on a tree, and he had no clue why.

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“I’m 343 and I haven’t even had my first colonoscopy yet.”

He pointed out with a shit eating grin on his face.

“It does honestly. Sometimes I think I might be psychic but then I remember ‘oh yeah! you forgot to take your meds’! So that’s fun I guess.”

“Hiiiiiii!”

Rebel’s sing-song tone of voice almost mocked the last 300 years. He giggled at the older Winchester brother. He was sat on a branch, somewhat high up in a tree. His feet kicked back and fourth.

- @didntgetanythingfromhell

Dean was having a cold beer as he was going through another one of those terribly hot summer days. He was in town for a reason, of course- a haunting, salt to throw, bones to dig out- but the sun was up and it was way too hot to even exist. The shadow of a nearby tree was a good place to relax, Dean thought- but then he jumped on his feet as a voice- right up over his head- said hello. So he looked up.

"Rebel!" He exclaimed as he recognized him "Is that really you, kid? What the fuck are you doing up there?!" He laughed. Kid was really up on a tree, and he had no clue why.

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“Alright. But I really think you should meet her. She’s psychic and older than me by like 200 years or something.”

He conceded.

“She once told me I’m probably psychic and then it turned out I just have ADHD.”

“Hiiiiiii!”

Rebel’s sing-song tone of voice almost mocked the last 300 years. He giggled at the older Winchester brother. He was sat on a branch, somewhat high up in a tree. His feet kicked back and fourth.

- @didntgetanythingfromhell

Dean was having a cold beer as he was going through another one of those terribly hot summer days. He was in town for a reason, of course- a haunting, salt to throw, bones to dig out- but the sun was up and it was way too hot to even exist. The shadow of a nearby tree was a good place to relax, Dean thought- but then he jumped on his feet as a voice- right up over his head- said hello. So he looked up.

"Rebel!" He exclaimed as he recognized him "Is that really you, kid? What the fuck are you doing up there?!" He laughed. Kid was really up on a tree, and he had no clue why.

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i think there should be two nighttimes. one for sleeping and a second one for being awake but at night. and then only one daytime because daytime doesn’t matter as much except for the birds

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cmon child safety lid you know it's me

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How the fuck do people still fall for pyramid schemes just don’t open the fucking sarcophagus and the mummy can’t hypnotize you