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Have we discussed shipping before?: (HELL &) yes || no

My interest level overall: I’ve wanted this for so long || can’t wait || I think it’ll be fun || kinda feeling it || maybe with a lot of plotting || I need to think about it || not interested, sorry

How we should do this: jump right in || slow burn || pre-established || build up to it in a thread || anything goes

Dynamics I want to try out with our ship: ✔ friends to lovers || rivals to lovers || enemies to lovers || ✔ mutual pining || battle couple || childhood friends || high school sweethearts || star crossed lovers || long time lovers || old married couple || newlyweds || sickeningly sweet couple || secret lovers || fake dating/marriage || ✔ best friends hiding their feelings || arranged marriage || soulmates || other

[littlebird-99]

Hate Being Broken

Hate Being A Legacy

Masterlist

Dean X Reader

Warnings: Language, torture, angry Dean, sad dean, violence

Dean panted and searched the car. He was right, in his gut and in his heart. She was taken. Y/n was taken and that's why they hadn't talked in a week. 

What he didn't know, was by what or who. And that was what had him pissed off and worried. Jody had come up to him and Sam awhile ago but had gone straight to the car. 

Jody walked up to him slowly, "we searched through her phone. It looks like you were the last person to hear from her Dean" she says gently. "So I've got to ask. When was the last time you saw here?" She asked. 

Dean glared at the older woman, "are you… get the fuck away from me! You really think I did something to her Jody?" He yells, "leave me the fuck alone" he growled. He shoved her off as he walked away and towards his car. "I'll find her. I'll save her. Not you" he mumbled. Without even waiting for Sam to get in the car, he was driving off. He had to find her. He needed to. 

He took her phone from the crime scene, not caring that he was messing with evidence and continued doing his own research back at the motel. He plugged her phone into the laptop and started to figure out where she's been, or where she was going. 

He chewed at his lip, gnawing at it actually. She would actually yell at Dean for doing that too often when they'd meet in person. The anger was piling up in his system as he read through the texts she received from her family. 

He growled, and stood up, pacing around the room. He chewed at his cheek, shaking his head. Anger and sadness were starting to pike up. Rage was taking over, and he would for sure kill everyone that laid a finger on his girl. Future girl. 

Y/n's POV

She whimpered, groaning out as light shines into the room she was kept in. She doesn't know what day it was, or where the hell she was. But she knew her family had something to do with it.

She tried tugging at the bonds that held her, but it was no use, she ess weak, not having eaten for however long she's been here. 

She finally opened her eyes, glancing around the concrete room she was in. '

"Well well, finally Sister" a voice spoke out. She felt her heart shrink, hearing that voice. 

"B-brother" a voice that was broken and hoarse spoke, which she learned was her own. 

"You just had to be a hunter didn't you? Break our family and destroy our reputation!" He growled, slamming his fist into her face. 

She clenched her jaw at the pain, trying to spit out the blood. "I never had… had the chance to be soft! I was… was always bloody, with shards of glass and other objects. So… I wanted people to be afraid to.. to hurt me. Didn't… didn't work" she breathed out.

His laugh sent shivers down her spine, not good ones either. He walked around, circling her like a wolf circling prey. "Ya know Sister… father and mother are here" he says.

Dean's POV

He shakes his head as he moved. He had destroyed his hotel room, trying to find some sort of peace but he wouldn't until he found her. 

It wasn't until a few hours later that he had a lead. He drove faster than a baby turtle for water towards an abandoned prison yard. 

He parked away from it, noticing lights were on around it. He shakes his head and does a little surveillance, until Jody, Sam, Donna and Claire appear near him. 

"We kinda followed you." Sam stated, before he turned his attention towards the prison. 

"We have a problem…" Jody spoke softly, "the Y/l/n's have bought this prison." She says.

Dean growled, he knew it. "Her fucking family took her" he says, he reached down, cocking his guns and getting it ready, as well as the other ones he had. "I only want her. I need her to be safe, that's my number one priority right now" he says. Jody couldn't help but feel bad for the guy, she's only ever seen him like this with Sam, this women was something else for Dean. 

They each separated, and made their rounds. Finding their own ways inside and searching room after room until screams lead Dean down to the basement. 

"Thanks to you my life is a living hell!" An older woman voice yells, then the sound of slapping skin fills the halls. Dean flinched, he couldn't help it as he listened. He chews at his cheek and moved into the room, hiding, he froze, the sight making him want to throw up. 

Her body was beaten, bloody, her beautiful y/h/c hair was matted and bloodied. Her beautiful y/e/c looked broken and destroyed. He couldn't find the strength to breathe as he watched the woman continue torturing her. 

"Everyone hates you and you know it. This is for the best." The knife in her hand was dripping with blood, her blood. "Our family was destroyed because you had to go and play ms. Hunter. You idiotic bitch" her scream made Dean's blood boil.

"I-i was a kid!" Her voice, god it wasn't what he wanted to hear at the moment. It wasn't the voice he was used to, not her dingy, soft. Like fall time. No, this voice was broken and drowned in pain. "I.. I was a kid when it happened. Y-you… you know this. You l-let..you let her die!" A scream interrupted her talking as the woman stabbed her leg. Leaving the knife in, she walked around. 

Dean stood up, pointing his gun at the woman but the woman had a gun to Y/n's head. "I knew someone would come for her. I just didn't think it'd be a Winchester…" she laughed. She kept eye contact with Dean before she quickly moved the gun, shooting the already lazy limped woman in the chair. 

Dean screamed, rushing for her, he quickly untied her, letting the woman run. Y/n was his only mission, he needed to save her. He quickly pulled her into his lap, holding her close against him.

"Please… his please don't do this. Y/n/n pelase wake up, show me those… those beautiful y/e/c eyes please" he begged, tears filling his eyes, as he held her against him. "Please. Please" he begged, his voice cracking as he tried making her look at him. 

"Please. I don't know what I'd do with you" he whispered. He felt her body go limp in his arms, and he screamed. 

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[emberocrpblog]

8 PEOPLE I’D LIKE TO GET TO KNOW BETTER.

ONE : ( ALIAS / NAME )

Heather

TWO : ( BIRTHDAY )

July 9th

THREE : ( ZODIAC SIGN )

Cancer baby!!

FOUR : ( HEIGHT )

5’7ish?

FIVE : ( HOBBIES )

Being a pain in the ass, watching documentaries, voicing my opinion, I do like to read when I have time, dancing and listening to music.

SIX : ( FAVORITE COLOR )

Black and sky blue (ALL OF THEM)

SEVEN : ( FAVORITE BOOKS )

Human Osteology, Vampire Kisses, Northanger Abbey, AGOT (On book two!) 

EIGHT : ( LAST SONG LISTENED TO )

Breakup with You Girlfriend - Ariana Grande 

NINE : ( LAST FILM OR SHOW WATCH )

Movie: Kingsman 

Show: Either Outlander or Grey’s Anatomy

TEN : ( INSPIRATION FOR MUSE  )

Myself...I dunno how to explain that better lol. I tried to model her after me, just not as dark and twisty. 

ELEVEN : ( STORY BEHIND URL )

Ember is an Original Character again dunno how to explain that lmao 

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[ao3feed-castiel]

Heart to Heart

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2jPekzq

by TonyStarkx

Requested by - @carliewinchester on tumblr

Dean Winchester x reader with prompts 19 - “The truth is being with you scares me. But not being with you…terrifies me” and 23 - “Before I do this, I need you to know that I have always loved you.”

Dean, Sam, Gabriel and Castiel go into the Apocalypse world. The reader has been benched from this journey but finds a way to sneak in, seemingly joining forces with the enemy on her way.

Words: 4360, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 5 of Tumblr Prompts

Fandoms: Supernatural

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Rowena MacLeod, Dean Winchester, Reader, You, Sam Winchester, Mary Winchester, Gabriel (Supernatural), Lucifer (Supernatural), Castiel, Castiel (Supernatural), Jack Kline

Relationships: Dean Winchester/You, Dean Winchester/Reader

Additional Tags: Minor Rowena MacLeod/Sam Winchester, If You Squint - Freeform, Apocalypse world, Lucifer is a Little Shit, Protective Dean Winchester, Getting Together, Fluff and Angst, basically season 13 ep 21 but with the reader, Happy Ending

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2jPekzq

[estrangedaframian]

Shelter, cause we all know I’m just a big ole’ sucker for things XD

It’s Raining outside… send ‘shelter’ to let my muse in…

As the evening rains pelted Winchester relentlessly, there was only one person whose presence, he believed, could’ve counteracted the present chill in his bones. And for once in his life, he really did just happen to be ‘in the neighborhood’ when he stepped onto Carlie Sinclair’s porch.

“C- Carlie? It’s Dean. I’m on your porch, and it’s raining cats and friggin’ dogs out here-” He pinned his cell between his shoulder and chin, finishing the phone-message as he lifted his jacket overhead in lieu of an umbrella. With his hands returned to him, he left another message almost immediately. He knocked first but he couldn’t tell if she would have heard it through the downpour.

“I don’t know if you’re even home right now, but could you tell me where the extra key is or somethin’?” Baby was parked down the road a ways but what classic cars had in style they lost in traction, and such an equation lead the driver to seek shelter at the nearest acquaintance. But Carlie was beloved even more than she was familiar. Fact, Dean had once proclaimed he truly loved her, and would not abandon her for another-- but he wasn’t sure if she was willing to accept it yet. He didn’t think of these things as he curled up on the doormat, awaiting her answer, but he felt them nevertheless. His only hope was that she was feeling them, too.

[estrangedaframian]

“I think of dieting, then I eat a pizza.”

About pizza // accepting

“You’re healthy as a horse an’ you look great– I don’t see why you’d be thinking of dieting. Just sayin’.”

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“Do you like it? How much would you like it off of me?” ((I literally have the perfect gif of her in lingerie and I’m dying x3))

“You’re beautiful, Carlie, you’re clothes are beautiful, but… ” Dean took both of Carlie’s hands in hands, eyes avoiding every exposed area of hers that he possibly could. “Well, if we’re really gonna do this, shouldn’t I wear something special, too? Even if it’s just for a minute or two… ” It seemed like the ladies were always making the first move these. Sigh.

“You’re not upset that I never tried anything before, are ya’?” He absently rubbed at the tops of her hand with his thumbs.

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“Quit poking my sides; you know I’m ticklish!” ((Soft sentence starters))

“… You, uh, took a pretty nasty fall back there, Car… I was just makin’ sure everything was okay… Sensation and all that… Clearly, you still got it. So we’re good. And I’ll… quit poking… eventually,” he said, slowly grinning as he remained hovered overtop of her; one hand in the air; suggesting another tickle.

[estrangedaframian]

carliewinchester replied to your post: // feel like i’ve been living under a rock cause...

Wait.. they have a new album? XD

No-- I was talking about the ‘89 Christmas album! Their third overall LOL! But their 2019 single, "Boys in the Band” is pretty rockin’! (minus the female backup vocal thingy)

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// Don’t remember what this was for but right back at you with the love <3

[estrangedaframian]

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Send me “ ♫ “ and I will randomly pick a song and use it as a starter for our muses

{ Insp. VANITY KILLS - ABC }

“… Glad I found you glancin’ in the mirror.” Dean’s feet practically glided as he walked towards Carlie. He propped his chin on her shoulder while she sat at the vanity, looking ahead; looking at how the two of them looked side by side. He did it almost every time he caught her like this. He thought about urging for a bigger bench, so he could sit by her when she did her makeup or brushed her hair or whatever it is women did when they thought they were improving what non-superficial types like Dean already found perfectly beautiful. But he was afraid she would think him a closet sissy.

Dean looked a little longer, then turned his gaze and kissed the side of Carlie’s head.

“His and hers!”

The exclamation indubitably sounded like a nutty professor, but Dean had indeed found the answer to the problem at hand.

“I- I don’ know about you, but I feel a disconnect when we disappear into respective rooms to primp an’ preen... I know I’d much rather spend my mornings an’ nights at your side... If we were in the wild, we’d be pickin’ everything under the sun off each other... I’m just sayin’, grooming together can be kinna romantic...”

[estrangedaframian]

// I just wanted to clear something up about my giveaway rules because I realised I may be confusing some people, grammatically--

I say “Must be an actual blog and not a spam or p*rn bot. Roleplay blogs, roleplay blog hubs, and personal blogs that post mostly SPN”  but what I actually mean is that any roleplay blog or roleplay blog hub that follows me (and otherwise meets the criteria) is eligible for winning; the secondary rule about **posting mostly SPN** is strictly for PERSONAL blogs.

Again, any roleplay blog or roleplay blog hub that follows me (and otherwise meets the criteria) is eligible for winning. Canon or OC.

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[lmpala97]

Who Does Dean Love More? PART 2 (Dean x Reader)

Warnings: None

Summary: It was a normal day at the bunker, until someone from Dean’s past shows up...

PART 1  PART 3

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“You are one hell of a sick bitch, you know that?” Dean stayed with an angry look, fists clenched at his sides.

“Comes with the eyes, sweetheart” Lisa-demon thing replied with a sickly sweet smile.

“So! Here’s how it goes” she said, her hand still holding the collar of my shirt “I have the blade, and you my dear friend Dean can only save one. Whoever you don’t choose, gets pricked! In a very particularly lethal place!” She smiled at me, running the tip of the blade down the side of my jawline, stopping at the artery in my neck “It’s simple really!”

“And say I refuse to play this game.” Dean questioned.

“Well then” she sighed “ill just kill them both. And poor poor Dean will be oh so alone again”

Dean remained silent. Glaring at the demon and looking at me - so unsure what to do.

I could see the torment in his face. I know he wanted to save us both but one wrong step on his end would surely get one of us killed and he didn’t need any more blood on his hands.

I was about to tell him not to do it. Not to play this sick and twisted game. But how could I? That would be selfish because we both would die. And even if Dean managed to save one of us he would never get over the guilt of it being “his fault” He would never stop blaming himself.

“Times ticking Dean!? What’ll it be?” She tightened the grip on my shirt “not to make it any harder on you, but Lisa still thinks about you, you know. Wonders where you are, what you’re doing, wishing she could start all over with you. She still loves you, she’d take you back in an instant” she pointed to her head with the tip of the blade “and I know because it’s alllll up here. I’m in her head.”

Once again Deans face softened for a moment, contemplating if what this bitch had said was true, but as quick as it had come, it was gone again - his face returning stoic.

“Refusing to play? Well then I’ll just have to choose for you” the demon began pointing the blade back and forth between her body and mine like decimal keeper “eenie, meanie, miniiiii-“

“STOP!” I screamed, my voice richocheting off the bunkers cement walls. “Take me. Kill me”

I couldn’t let Dean feel guilty. If what this demon saying was true then he deserves to be with Lisa. Maybe have a normal life with her and her kid. He loved her. And clearly she loved him. I didn’t want him to look at me and be a reminder of her death. I had to die. For Dean. I loved him.

“Ooooh we have a volunteer” she squealed, letting go of my collar for once

“YN no! What do you think you’re doing! Don’t you dare!” Dean shouted.

I clenched my jaw remaining silent, putting my hand out for the knife which the demon gave me with a smile. It was a regular knife so she knew it would do her no harm and she also knew that I wouldn’t hurt Lisa - for Dean’s sake.

I held the knife in my hand, all of a sudden a simple knife felt so heavy, probably with the weight of what it... what I was about to do with it.

I looked at Dean, he looked scared. His eyes wide and his perfect lips slightly parted. I stared for a moment, trying to take in every angle and line of his face to remember forever.

I mustered a smile. For him.

“Don’t be scared Dean” I said calmly, using both hands to point the Knife towards my abdomen “I love you... gosh I love you so much” a tear slipped down my cheek as I tightened my grip on the handle.

“YN! You drop that knife right now! Now I said!”

“Be happy ok? Be with Lisa. You love her. I won’t make you choose. I’m ready. I’ll be okay”

“YN!” Dean shouted one last time, the tears in his eyes obvious now. Dean leapt forward to stop me but with a swift movement of the demons hand, he was pinned against the wall.

“Tell Sam he’s a pain in my ass” I smiled through my tears, my voice cracking as I began to sob despite my best efforts. Ignoring deans protests, with shakey hands I slowly began to press the sharp tip of the blade into my abdomen.

It hurt. It hurt like a bitch. But I didn’t scream. I couldnt let Dean see how much pain I was in. I could feel the warm blood soaking my shirt as I continued to press the cold steel into my body. I could hear him shouting but it sounded far away - like I was under water. I was too focused. Focused on getting this blade far enough through my flesh to end it.

I didn’t get very far before the loud thud of bodies shook me from my trance. In the flurry of limbs I recognized who they belonged to.

Sam.

Sam had Lisa pinned to the floor, arms above her head as the demon struggled to break free - Sam reciting the exorcism, his head turning as the black smoke exited from her body. And then it was silent, the sound of Sam’s heavy breathing filling the air as I held my own. Waiting, anticipating Lisa’s return.

Her eyes slowly drifted open, and she sat up right like a deer in head lights, looking around in shock “what happened? Where am I? Where’s Ben!?” And then she saw him, still in the corner the demon had pinned him. Her face softened in relief, as did his and in a moment she was wrapped in his arms. His face nuzzled in her hair as he closed his eyes in relief, his knuckles white with how tight he was holding her to his body. I waited for a moment, just watching, waiting to see if Dean would look at me. Ask me if I’m okay and I felt pathetic for that. That I needed that attention. That validation.

But it wasn’t Dean that spoke up, it was Sam.

“YN are you okay? How bad is it? Should we get you to the hospital?” He said softly with a worried expression, his hand finding my shoulder.

“I’m okay, Sam” I managed a half- hearted smile. “It didn’t go too deep, a few superficial stitches and I’ll be fine” I glanced back to where Dean and Lisa were standing. Still holding each other - still oblivious as fuck to everything else around them.

Sam’s face said everything, he was always the most insightful Winchester - and he knew I wasn’t okay. Not really. Not emotionally. I patted his hand and handed him the knife - wrapping his fingers around it.

“I’ll go wash up and stitch up ” I said before turning and leaving the room, refusing to look back another time.

TO HE CONTINUED..

Sorry, I’ve been on a hiatus.

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[estrangedaframian]

spn dash game

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repost ;; don’t reblog

tagging: @pasiphaedemetriadevil, @carliewinchester, @jackofalltrades1937, @telekineticseer, @askbigbrolucifer, @a-bloodthirsty-bunny, @shxsruthless, @forcerisen, @thetjhammond, @cheaburi, @shadow-king-club, @scarred-by-monsters, @siouxsiebannion

dean winchester or sam winchester // colt or ruby’s knife // leviathans or hell hounds // meg or ruby // dean’s favorite gun or dean’s purgatory weapon // lucifer or au!michael // chuck or amara // season 1 or season 5 // kevin tran or charlie bradbury  // angels or demons // mary winchester or jody mills // human!cas or crazy!cas // motel rooms or bunker // pie or beef jerky // classic rock or celine dion // dean’s mixtape or dean’s family pictures // werewolf or vampire // leather jacket or flannel // jo harvelle or claire novak // silly episodes or emotional episodes // jess and sam or eileen and sam // changing channels or mystery spot // nurturing dean or badass dean // the born-again identity or heaven can’t wait // a single man tear or the road so far (the songs)

[jay-and-dean]

Greater Good  Prologue

(Dean x Reader? Sam x Reader ?)

Serie Summary :

            There is a prophecy.

When Lucifer's true vessel will find his one true love, it will tilt the world's scales on the side of good and light. The balance that this love will bring, is to be the start of a new era, where evil will be weaken for the first time in centuries.

            When the Winchesters find out about this, they decide this is the opportunity of their life, the only way to make a difference once and for all. And now they have a way to find this girl, things should be easy, right ?

            What happens when the prophetic girl doesn't fall in love with Sam ?

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Serie Warnings : Swearing, Angst, Fluff, Smut, and maybe other stuffs. 

Note : This is the new story I’m writing. This is a short prologue to start. I hope you’ll like it.

Prologue words : 1k

GREATER GOOD MASTERLIST

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***Prologue***

             Sam keeps looking out the window, his eyes jumping from tree to tree has the impala rushes through the land. He doesn’t say anything, why would he? And what could he say anyway ?

            Sam Winchester is used to crazy, to unbelievable. This just might be a little too much for him. So he stays silent, and tries to let his brain come to term with this new kind of weird.

“I can’t believe you’re a Disney princess, Sammy !” Dean suddenly jokes, shaking his head with that wide teasing smile that hides his own worry.

The truth is Dean is terrified. Sam’s one true love, what does this fucking means ? Does it mean fate wants to choose for his little brother once again ? And anyway : What is one true love ? Does it really exists ? Love exists, Dean knows that, he can feel it in every cell of his body, maybe because he’s a love child. But destiny’s love shit… This may be a little too much.

            How is it supposed to work anyway ? Will Sam fall at that girl’s feet the second he’s going to see her ? Will he realize he can’t live without her, take her to the bunker and keep her there, giggling for the rest of time ? Dean frowns. What if he doesn’t like her ? What if she’s a witless little princess ? What if she makes them grow apart ?

            And if she’s so special, where was she all those years ? Where was she when Sam lost Jessica ? When he was addicted to demon blood ? When he went to hell ? During the trials and after ? Why now ?

            Dean won’t admit it out loud, but he hates this prophecy thing, he hates it with every part of his soul… And he knows Sam doesn’t like it either. But this is for the greater good…

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            Y/n gets out of the shower and sighs, the heat is killing her these days. She closes the curtains to hide the sweltering sun, not wanting to loose all the benefits of the cold shower just now. This is a good day, she tries to convince herself, if she hurries, she’ll have time to study in the bus. And tonight is pay night.

            She dresses like she always does, simple jeans and oversized t-shirt, even with this burning sun, there is no way she’s going out in a sexy outfit. She takes her books and verifies she has all of them before putting them in her bag. History of witchcraft during the middle age : from healers to heretics, check. A study of demonic pictorial representations in Europe, check. Mythology of the bible, third volume : Michael, the warrior angel, check. Introduction to Hebrew, fourth volume, check. From Abraham Van Helsing to Buffy : History of the monster hunters figures in popular cultures, check.

            She has to hurry, that essay on the angelic symbols in eighteenth century’s literature isn’t going to write itself, and she can’t afford grade below excellent, she can’t afford another year, or she might end up in jail for murdering a guy.

            “Y/n, you’re making the girls freak out with your stupid books” Alan says. “This is not the place for studying, I don’t pay you to be smart, I pay you to be pretty.”

“You pay me to cause boners, Alan…” she sights, putting her books back in her wide bag.

“And you’re so talented” the bald man says, giving her an envelope ful of cash. “If you weren’t so obsessed with college all this nerd crap, you could make a shit ton of money.”

“I know… And hate my body even more” she says between her teeth.

“Come on, don’t be like that you don’t even do specials…” he frowns.

And she leaves the room before he can talk about that again, avoiding a never-ending talk. She just isn’t going to do private shows, or private parties, whatever men are ready to pay ; she knows how it ends. And none of those sick perverts is going to lay a hand on her, their stare is already more than she can bear.

            The music starts. The crowed room is filled with whiskey, sweat and testosterone smells, the silence is heavy, an impatient silence, right before the primal roars ring out… This is it, six months to go, she thinks, hiding the lace thong under her sexy secretary skirt. She takes a deep breath, pulls her stomach in and tries to imagine she doesn’t hate the men in the room.

Show time…

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            Sam knows so little about that girl he’s supposed to find. She’s in that town, that’s sure even if the tracking spell didn’t work the first time ; now Rowena is positive. And their life already crossed at least once, she said to him. It means he knows her, at least has already seen her.

            While Dean is eating his burger, Sam’s thoughts drift again. He tries to think about every girls he’s known, is there one of them he could have liked like that ?

“So… Is there anywhere your heart leads you” Dean says with his mouth full.

“Home…” Sam grunts.

“Oh come on Sammy, you’re about to meet future miss Sam Winchester, aren’t you existed ?” he tries to hide his own worry. “I guess she’s boring as hell and has very long hair” he jokes.

“You’re so funny...” Sam shrugs.

“So, where do we go ?” Dean insists.

            Where do we go ? Sam doesn’t know. He’s supposed to be drawn to her when he’s near. Just let your envies and heart lead you, Rowena and Cas said. Yeah, super easy… And it won’t be awkward at all to ask every dawn girl of this town to touch her skin, and see if a little mark appears on her chest.

            Sam sighs loudly again, not even realizing how sulky he his since they left the bunker. And this stifling weather is not helping. He feels nothing special, just the need for air conditioning.

When Dean takes the local newspaper to check on the news, Sam notices a commercial about the town’s library.

“Maybe we could check on the library, you know, to start somewhere” Sam says.

“See ? Boring...” Dean rolls his eyes.

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