#markedkiller

[mieczlw-a]

spank  the  muse   ft.  @markedkiller​

        “   you  realise ,  there  are  softer  ways  to  get  my  attention .  .  .   “ 

[fidelissimi-moved]

“  this was probably a mistake.  ”

they don't want things to get personal between them. there's people depending on both of them and their individual skill sets to stay alive and to live as normal a life as possible. this means they work together, and to both of their surprise, they do so quite well. and now, as it turns out, letting off steam is something else they do together quite well, too. "probably," ruby chuckles, sitting on the side of the cot in dean's cabin, pulling her shirt back on over her head. she can feel the mark his teeth left at the hollow of her throat and knows her shirt won't cover it. oh well. "one time thing then?" she asks, looking back at him, not giving away at all that she hopes he answers in the negative.

[fidelissimi-a]

ur dash icon is literally s o BEAUTIFUL

aslkfajlkjfaslf THANK YOU!! honestly i just cropped it from an edit i did to make a blog promo, but it looked so cool i had to use it!

[endfaith]

          AS HE’S COME TO EXPECT ,              another new set of rules has befallen them just as all things are ending .    the demon ––– and sam has not bothered to learn its name ,   as his chest just beats   jack   when he sees the face — bespoke it .  he’s been staring at his tablet for hours, trying to find   SOMETHING   new that he and rowena could use .   his eyes sting ,    eyes nearly crossed from the long night hunched over his laptop ,   like he can find an answer from wikihow .   his shoulders ache — one particularly worse than the other .   he’s not so young anymore .   with a school gymnasium full of townsfolk ,   and kevin recently risen ,   it was ridiculous to be worrying about himself .   but at night ,   while the civilians tried to sleep ,   and cas kept watch on the warding...   it was a little bit more difficult to ignore .

he didn’t want to say anything to dean .   to be quite honest, he hasn’t wanted to say much of anything to dean since in general since   the incident .   there isn’t really much left to be said ,   and what right does he have to open the box back up anyway ?   when sam looks at his own hands ,   he doesn’t know what he’s supposed to see .   they’re the hands that were meant to lead azazels army ,   the hands were made to be lucifer’s gloves .   but no ,   as it turns out ,   that wasn’t really his destiny ,   at all .   it turns out that the   END GAME   was just them in the wet grass shooting down a teenager on his knees ,   and everything else in the middle was useless .   he shot god in the fucking shoulder ,   and isn’t sure yet whether that makes him the antagonist .

the more immediate question is ––– are they trusting this demon only because they   like   what he has to say ?   and will they trust him still ,   when inevitably ,   that changes ?

' dean , ’   he murmurs ,   first half-consciously ,   like it’s the low thrum of his mind just churning along as usual .   sore lids blink in surprise at the cracked sound of his own voice –––– perhaps he wasn’t ready to open up the floor to this ,   but it’s too late to turn back now .   even from across the room ,   sam can see the stiffness in his brother’s neck ,   and the hard ,   wide - legged stance that has signaled everyone to   fuck off   for the past two days straight .       ‘  I think we need . . .    did you hear what that demon said ,   about bobby ?  ’

@markedkiller​

[dilapsum]

Thank u Jesus for this meal (James Fitzjames) we are about to devour. Amen. *hand in vague sign of the cross*

[terrifiesthem]

i’m watching s2 e12 for the first time and frank in a police uniform is 👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻 and i needed to let u know

idk what that emoji is but i agree whole-heartedly

[hellazrus]

remember when spn tried to get dean to accept alien tentacles into his ... uhm ... life

please tell me this is a shitpost

[huntsworn-a]

where's the mcfreakin pie??

 @markedkiller        ///        unprompted.

❛               i  said  it  once  ,     i'll  say  it  again  .               ❜          ire  RISES  at  command  ,     finding  situation  anything  but  amusing  .     THE  TREAT  KNOWN  AS  PIE  SHALL  DIE  BY  HIS  HAND  .          ❛               we're  on  a  strict  no  pie  diet  .     we're  not  eating  any  pie  right  now  .     this  is  the  sixth  time  you've  asked  me  in  the  last  two  hours  ,     dean  .               ❜

[waywardfeathered]

@markedkiller​​ said: “ why are you shutting down? why aren’t you talking to me?”

*: ･ﾟ✧   interrogation / law enforcement starters pt. 2.    /    ACCEPTING ↷

               Castiel gives Dean a glance, parts his lips as if to say something, then thinks better of it. Lets a quiet sigh out instead of words. Because he’s tired, that’s why. But he doesn’t say things like that, doesn’t have the right, not when Dean must be suffering so much more than him. But Cas is tired of  fighting  —  in the sense of going through the motions as if nothing were wrong while stolen grace burns within his vessel with every beat of his heart, making him weaker and weaker and more and more  useless,  and making him dread the thought of having to kill another of his siblings or perish himself, eventually; & also, in the sense of being the strong one, the calm one, when Dean seems to be lashing out more often than not. He doesn’t want to admit it  —  it’s not as if it’s Dean’s fault, it’s not as if he needs any more guilt. & how weak, exactly, does it make Cas? He’s an angel, a soldier, he’s certainly not supposed to crumble before such human things. The hurt he feels... Since when has he been this weak? What is he, if he isn’t strong enough to keep the people he cares about  safe?  Most of these days he feels like he’s nothing.

               ❝ There’s nothing to say, Dean. ❞    What is there to talk about, if he isn’t contributing, problem solving, helping?    ❝ I’m sorry. ❞

[avengingxmarine]

‘ oh my fuckin’ god, she fuckin’ dead. ’

Send John a Vine Meme

Oh. Oops. "There goes that damn source of information." John sighed, tossing the notebook onto the old ladies bed. Really, he should be more concerned, but the amount of dead he's seen at this point - the hunters he's killed himself? At least this woman was old. "Think she's got anything worth takin?"

[mieczlw-a]

relationship  aesthetic     /     ft.   @markedkiller

[fidelissimi-moved]

( sms ) : i know it's three am but i got donuts and i'm outside.

( sms ) : it doesn't matter what time it is, i'm a demon, it's not like i was sleeping. ( sms ) : . . . what kind of donuts?

[grcxefallcn-a]

Injuries ( accepting ) // @markedkiller​

“I didn’t mean to shoot you!”

    A low groan left the angel as the bullet made contact, embedding itself in his arm and remaining there. And of course, since it was a hunting bullet, it seemed to be blocking off the majority of his grace, impairing him from being able to heal the wound or remove the bullet from the muscle in his arm.

            ❝ And this is why we look before we shoot, Dean, ❞ Castiel ground out, hand coming up to press against the hole in his arm, trying to ignore the dull throb now settling under his skin.

[endfaith]

          ' WE FIGHT , ’  HE SAYS ,   AND IT’S AUTOMATIC .               he says it because he’s supposed to ,   because that’s the right answer ,   nine times out of ten .   this is what they do ,   the mantra by which many nights have ended ,   at this table ,   with new blood - crusted scratches and lukewarm beers between them .   sam has been picking at the label of his leinenkugel thoughtlessly ,   and there’s glue stuck beneath his nails .   everything today feels half - dried and sticky .   he’s hoping that dean will sigh ,   like he always does ,   and let them go to bed .   he doesn’t .

          sam misses the simpler days ,   when they used to argue about whether god ever existed ,   and not how they’re going to kill him .  

          ‘ I’m not saying that I have a plan right now .   I’m just saying that . . .   I don’t think we have a choice .   do you ? ’     dean doesn’t want to hear that there are more   VISIONS ,   he knows .   it means that this is the start of another very long spin on this fucking merry - go - round .   he feels like a child ,   here ,   like he’s fresh out of school ,   wringing his hands while dean paces ,   trying to reason away headaches and nightmares that are really the beginning of the cosmic undertow .   he feels . . .    so goddamned   tired .   like dean said ,   they thought they were done .         ‘  I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner .   I didn’t really think anything of it .  maybe we can use this to our   advantage .  ’          // @markedkiller​

[unfamiliarties-a]

@markedkiller liked for a starter !

❛     no, it’s good. amazing, actually .. it’s just, well it ain’t like being here isn’t weird as hell.        ❜     admitting it to anyone, even himself, that as grateful as he was to be with his children again, his wife, he was still a little spun out regardless. like he was finding out about monsters all over again. another half laugh of disbelief leaves his lips before he lifts his drink to his lips again.

[faithended-moved]

“what’s the point of making the bed if we’re just gonna mess it up?”

‘ are you sure you’re the same brother that hopped to it at every one of dad’s orders? if he heard you say that he’d shit a brick. ’