#demonsangelsandpie

[heartheaded]

{ @demonsangelsandpie plotted a quest! }

Overstimulation. Lights, sounds, fumbling of skin on concrete, flashing alarms that would disorient a normal person... let alone someone who slowly begins to realize he's alive.

The blur fades, but the lights and sound don't, overpowering any sense of question or investigation. If he wasn't blinded or deafened or tangled in the tarp, maybe there would have been an instinct. A rational course of action.

He is anything but, though--presently, a young adult man. Long-limbed, built for dexterity in his legs and shoulders, a young but haunted face. Dark hair and dark eyes complete the set, no scars or cuts to be had on the visible spectrum.

He tries to make it to his feet, still at the mercy of the tarp, slams his hands on another car for purchase--and then he stops. He freezes, and looks up at the car he can barely see through the flashing. The young man looks at his hands, tries to keep them steady as his gaze then slides to what might be the exit.

... No, he knows that's the exit into the bunker proper, but how?

What the hell's going on here?

[lxvefrxmthextherside]

@demonsangelsandpie said: "At this point, if you don't dress up as Spike Spiegel, I'll be terribly disappointed, Trev."

Halloween costume meme

"Done and done, Deano."

[qapsiel]

@demonsangelsandpie in response to sharing the coat

                             CASTIEL ISN'T AFFECTED BY WARMTH OR COLD, but he remembers his brief time as a human and how weather-appropriate clothes had been important all of a sudden, and the jeans-jacket-combination Dean is wearing is hardly sufficient for cold Canadian autumn days. “It's an angel thing,” he agrees. “I pushed some of my grace into the fabric to make it warmer. It won't stay like that for long, but I can repeat it.” He looks to the top of the rocky hill they still have to crest and tilts his head. “Though I'm reasonably sure climbing up there will get you warm soon enough.”

[mischiefandnightmares]

Meet the pack (Closed RP)

@demonsangelsandpie

William trudged through the forest, following the safe path he had plotted the day before. It was good practice to always plan out the territory for a transformation. Especially because they were in an unfamiliar country. But all the planning and hidden raw chickens could not ease his worry. It was one thing to become the wolf in the moors of Scotland, far from the larger cities. But here in the states, it was a whole different environment.

Further more, he had the responsibility of the rest of his pack. One far too friendly and kind for his own good. And the other a grumpy old jackass, who loved to get into trouble. Both were a handful at the best of times. But, they were family now. And they had to look out for each other.

"Please tell me both of you ate before we left the motel" he said in a pleading voice.

"Does a bottle of brandy count?" the older gravely voice replied.

[lightheadedmask]

Needing Help Isn't My Thing

After her fourth cup of coffee of the day, Rae wanted to scream at the numerous piles of books all around her. It was almost as if they were starting to close in on her space, mocking her, suffocating her. She felt as if each page was screaming at her, telling her she was failing. This case had been going on for weeks and no matter what text she flipped through she couldn't find any answers.

She'd been hunting long enough to know that a case dragging on this long wasn't a good sign. Deaths were piling up, her clients wanted answers, and she couldn't provide any. Every time she'd gotten close to whatever was causing all this chaos it felt as though history rewrote itself. She felt disoriented and almost as though she was in some sort of loop. It was awful and after her fifth cup of coffee she looked down at her phone.

There was one number she'd never had to call, and honestly she'd been proud of that. She was proud of how good she had become at hunting. She'd never needed help and she wasn't good at asking for it. With a deep breath, the brunette picked up the phone and pressed call on a contact she though she'd never need to use.

Dean Winchester.

And as the phone range, she half-hoped he wouldn't pick up, even though she desperately needed him to.

@demonsangelsandpie

[jvmiel]

@demonsangelsandpie wanted a thing

“I’m sorry, I don’t know who you are, and I don’t know anyone by that name.” Icarus said, not looking to the man questioning him. He figured it would happen sooner or later, someone coming to find him… after all- he was the leader of a rebellion, a fallen angel with nearly the power of Michael himself.

Who wouldn’t want the angel Jamiel on their side?

“If you’d excuse me, I’m very, very busy.”

[stanfordprepped]

@demonsangelsandpie asked:

[ TASTED ]  for receiver to bite sender’s lip hard enough to break skin and then lick the blood. 

It was just the smallest slip. Canines elongating due to a lack of control on the youngers part. Just enough for them to puncture the soft skin of Dean's bottom lip. Before Sam had even realized just what was going on, warm crimson trickled into his mouth. Exploded against his tastebuds. It was so addicting, the taste of it, that the younger couldn't help but release a soft and muffled moan. Forcibly but gently, Sam pulled back enough to take a look at the damage. "Shit...Sorry, I didn't mean to do that. Did it hurt?" He asked, breath coming in shallow pants and hazel eyes glazed with desire.

[merveiilles]

// Hello! It's Kippy! This is part one! Just wanted to say, unanswered threads from September to January have been archived. If you wish to continue, just reply to the thread and make sure to and @ me and I'll add it back to my list. For the most part I'm cool with dropping these and starting fresh. List also includes my other blogs: @falkenar , @sialiia , @roidefroid . (So don't be scared getting an @ from this multi if we're not mutuals. just cleaning inventory, loves. <3)

Each [x] is a link to said thread! (taking a note from old deviant.art... it's stuck with me tbh.) These aren't in alphabetical order... but just @ing from the order in how they show up on my thread tracker from oldest to newest. So I do apologize for that! If there's a * I would love to keep it!

@sheldoney || [x] - [x] - [x] @murkyhazed || [x] - [x] - [x] - [x]* - [x] - [x] - [x] - [x] @astraltm || [x] - [x] - [x] - [x] @aworldofyou || [x] @cahroline || [x] @jchnwinchester || [x] @snnynatural || [x] @divcrse || [x] @awillaway || [x] @optimisticrobin || [x] @stanfordprepped || [x] - [x] - [x] - [x] @emmaxmeyer || [x] @galaxcias || [x] - [x] - [x] - [x] @spiriitum || [x] @carltongrimes || [x] @demonsangelsandpie || [x] @teamfricndship || [x] @fvrsaeken || [x] @brokenandlonelysouls [x]

[lxvefrxmthextherside]

@demonsangelsandpie asked: [Trevor :sms:] I need your bar address.

Trevor chuckles as he looks at the message.

[Txt to Dean:] What, can't figure out Google?

[Txt to Dean:] 3446 Maloy Court Powhattan KS 66527

[Txt to Dean:] Why? What's up?

[qapsiel]

@demonsangelsandpie in response to pancakes

                              "NO, I MEANT THE––" He makes a gesture reminiscent of Dean flipping the pancakes in the pan. It's just a little jerk, a little twist with his wrist, and yet Castiel knows for a fact that flipping pancakes without a tool like a spatula is nearly impossible. "You make it look so easy. How do you do that?"

[stanfordprepped]

♥

[[MY TYPREWRITER HAS RETURNED TO ME ;u; Thank you so much, Dani <3 <3 ]]

[lxvefrxmthextherside]

@demonsangelsandpie said, "Happy Birthday, Trevor!"

Belated birthday wishes to Trevor 🎂

Trevor leans in to happily give Dean a kiss on the cheek. He never really made a fuss over this birthday. Many in the past had been a letdown. Dean, simply remembering was enough to make his day.

"Thank you, Dean." He says with a smile.

[qapsiel]

@demonsangelsandpie ;; unhinged lines (still accepting) Dean said: "This is the ass of a failure!"

                           THIS PHRASE MAKES NO SENSE WHATSOEVER, but all the words are negative and Dean's expression is also kind of squinty, so Castiel thinks this means his baking adventure is a flop. "You don't have to eat it," he points out with narrowed eyes, taking Dean's plate away. He found the recipe for the Medovik cake on a Russian blog and felt immediately drawn to it because he likes honey a great deal, but unfortunately, this special cake has lots of layers, and the end product Castiel produced looks… quite different from the online photo. Maybe he should have started with a more basic recipe. "The molecular structure is very pleasing," he says, feeling the urge to defend his creation. "I can taste every flower the bees visited to collect the nectar."

[qapsiel]

Bingo Card (still accepting)

                               "OH, YOU GOT TWO BINGOS, EVEN ––– that means you won a prize, right?" A pause, a squint. "But most importantly: Why don't you like bees, Dean?"

[stanfordprepped]

@demonsangelsandpie asked:

"I don't care that I'm in danger. It's you that I'm worried about."

The stubborn look had set in at those words, eyes narrowed and jaw set in determination. It wasn't that Sam didn't appreciate Dean worrying, because he did. But it was the blatant disregard for his own well being that didn't set right with the younger. "Dean...You can't go throwing yourself into the pit every time that I'm in danger. Not that I don't appreciate all you've done for me. Because I do appreciate it. I'm grateful to you but...You have to put yourself first sometimes too." He said finally, gaze shifting to the ground as he spoke. He was worried, more than anything. How many times was his brother going to give up everything for him before it was finally enough? Dean had already given far too much.

[stanfordprepped]

@demonsangelsandpie asked:

Dean is having a rough day. He sits on the couch next to Sam and leans against his shoulder. He doesn't say anything, but the sigh is loud enough to speak volumes about how emotionally exhausted he is and how comforting Sam is just by being there.

"Long day?" The question is a simple one as an arm moves to wrap around him, a faint smile forming on the younger hunters features. While Dean had been watching a show, Sam had a book laid out in his lap. This was how the two often spent their time when they weren't working now that they had the Bunker to seek refuge at. Their own little bit of normalcy in their otherwise far from normal lives.