--The Broken Man--
I thought you were gone forever, I thought you walked away from everything, because I failed, because I destroyed the only thing that ever mattered to me. I waited for you to come, but you didnt.

I'm Dean and somewhere around here is my brother Sam. We are the ones who protect you guys from what goes bump in the night. So just sit back and leave things to the professionals. ((Season 9 Independent Dean Winchester. Mun is all caught up with episodes. Mun no longer does Intro threads, so please send an Ask if you wish to interact. Blog will occasionally be NSFW. Will contain triggers for Alcohol Abuse. Will tag accordingly.))


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"tell us about yourself"


❝Once you’ve taken a few punches and realize you’re not made of glass, you don’t feel alive unless you’re pushing yourself as far as you can go.❞

--Matt Buckner, Green Street Hooligans (2005)
itstheendbaby asked: "Are you threatening me?" 

"….Yeah. Yeah, I fucking am."

He’d hesitated for longer than he should have. The words dancing on the tip of his tongue, not wanting what would probably be the start of yet another argument. They had been at each other’s for a few days now. Always happened when that day approached.

"I’m not gonna stand here and watch you gleefully kill yourself for him again. So I’ll say it again, come with me or I’ll fucking make you.”

posted on 15.10.2014 at 9:44 - 2 notes [ reblog ]
exit-stage-crowley asked: "No! You can’t die on me now!" -BRING ON THE ANGST 

He could feel the blood pooling around himself. Feel it cooling on the cracked surface of the road. Crimson crawling into every crevice and mapping out his demise on the highway.

Of course when the end came, he’d be with Crowley. Not just any Demon, of course not. He had to be with the King. Seemed like there was always someone in control of something big whenever he bit the dust.

"S’ok… Don’t even hurt anymore."

posted on 15.10.2014 at 9:41 - 1 note [ reblog ]
tagged as: #exitstagecrowley

Send me a sentence for my muse's reaction

"Are you even listening to me?"
"Are you even listening to yourself?"
"Are you sure they won’t find out?”
"Are you sure this is legal?”
"Are you sure you know what you’re doing?”
"Are you threatening me?"
"Be mine."
"Can you be anymore obvious?"
"Do I know you?"
"Do you love me?"
"Do you remember this?"
"Do you trust me?"
"Don’t go."
"Don’t let me die"
"Don’t look at me like that."
"Don’t make me beg.”
"Don’t you dare come near me!"
"Don’t you dare."
"Explain yourself."
"For you, I would _____"
"Give it back."
"Give me another chance."
"Have you ever even done this before?"
"How drunk are you right now?"
"I already regret this."
"I am not wearing that.”
"I can’t believe you missed that."
"I can’t do this anymore."
"I can’t even look at you."
"I could kill you!"
"I dare you." or "I dare you to _____."
"I didn’t do it.""
"I didn’t know you could do that."
"I don’t want to look at you right now.”
"I guess this is goodbye.”
"I hate you."
"I have to go."
"I just want to cuddle."
"I know your secret.”
"I love you, but I really wish I didn’t.”
"I love you."
"I miss you so very much."
"I missed you."
"I need a drink."
"I need a hug."
"I never really loved you."
"I owe you."
"I think I broke it."
"I think I’m falling in love with you. "
"I think I’m forgetting something."
"I think it’s broken.”
"I trust you."
"I want to be yours."
"I want to try this thing I read in a book.”
"I want you. Naked. In my bed. Now."
"I’ll be there in five minutes.”

”This is really inappropriate.”
"I’m all for spicing thing’s up, but isn’t this a bit much?”
"I’m bad for you.”
"I’m dying."
"I’m going to be sick."
"I’m not speaking to you anymore."
"I’m pregnant and it’s yours."
"I’ve never heard that one before."
"If you stay quiet, no one will know.”
"Is that my shirt?"
"It was me"
"It’s so beautiful.”
"It’s time to choose.”
"Just five more minutes."
"Just go."
"Just leave me alone."
"Just let me die."
"Just relax."
"Just what did we do last night?"
"Kiss me you idiot."
"Kiss me."
"Like you even care."
"Little too late, don't you think?"
"Make me."
"Marry me?"
"My Parents don’t know"
"My parents know.""
"Never again."
"Nh, don’t be so rough!"
"No, that can’t be my baby."
"No! You can’t die on me now!"
"Obviously there is something between us."
"Of all the things i've heard, that hurt the most."
"Put it away.”
"Put your trousers on!"
"Put. The. Weapon. Down."
"Quiet, I am trying to think."
"Relax, I have a plan."
"Shut up and listen."
"Take responsibility."
"That isn’t mine."
"That looked easier on TV."
"That sounds painful."
"That was a bad plan."
"That’s mine!”
"That’s the cheesiest pickup line I’ve ever heard."
"They’re coming.”
"This seems familiar."
"This stays between us."
"Truth hurts, don’t it?"
"Unbelievable. I can't believe you right now."
"Very good, you had me fooled."
"Want to hear a secret?"
"We need to talk."
"We’re moving too fast.”
"Well that was unexpected."
"What are we doing here?"
"What are you afraid of?"
"What are you touching?"
"What are you?"
"What do you need?"
"What happened to you?"
"What have I done this time?"
"What if someone catches us?”
"What sort of noise was that?”
"What the hell do you think you’re doing?"
"What were you thinking?"
"Where are my clothes?"
"Where did you find this?"
"Where do you even find this sort of thing?”
"Where were you?"
"Who’d have guessed you could pull such a face?”
"Why are you wearing that?"
"Why yes, I am as think as you drunk I am."
"You could have died!”
"You could have killed someone!"
"You coward."
"You don’t need to be so gentle.”
"You drive me crazy!"
"You have ten minutes, so make it quick.”
"You lied to me!"
"You mean everything to me."
"You owe me."
"You. Come. Snuggle. NOW!"
"You’re all out of ____."
"You’re an idiot.”
"You’re bad for me.”
"You’re dead to me."
"You’re pregnant and It’s mine"
"You’re really good at this…”
"You’re so weird.""
"You’re under arrest."


It was several minutes before the refugee emerged, whistling a chord of Johnny Get Your Gun as he worked halfheartedly at doing up the buttons of his shirt.  With slightly greater finesse he removed a cigarette from the newest pack to cycle through his pockets, tasting the first inhale like candy and expelling the smoke from his lips in a soft, easy laugh.


"—Christ, Winchester.  The hell happened in your world to make you so squeamish?

Dean looked a little sheepish when Cas finally emerged. He was sat on the porch, legs straight out in front of him and upper body lounging back. Night was creeping up on them and you could actually see a few stars.

"Hey, just cause I don’t wanna see your scrawny ass bopping up and down doesn’t make me squeamish.


"Tell me when I have blatantly lied to you Dean."

"Oh no, I’m not gonna play this game with you, cause you’ll just twist it. But, Demon? King of Hell? kinda comes with the job description, don’t it?"


knightinshiningimpala asked you:

“Look at me. Just look at me and stay awake. Can you do that?”

He’d heard the gunshot.  It’d been faint against the backdrop of noise within the peeling sanitarium walls, but that one shot, that one chance—  it was all that fucking mattered.  It would have been nice to think the others had died in peace, knowing they’d done a damn good job to make it to this point at all, but the fate the decoy party had faced was about as far from peaceful as sunshine stands from the bottom of the ocean. 

And just like that, it was over.

He’d been too goddamn tired to react to the sound of rushing footfalls as they approached him, but that voice, that voice—  with just a word blue eyes worked open, shallow breath entering lungs that a moment ago had been set to draw their last.  


"…’ere.. you.. ‘re here—  It work.. ed?  It f’cking…  we won?

Dean cradled the other man to his chest and mentally kicked himself. He should have known that this would happen. That Cas would think that… Never mind. The main thing was getting him out of here. And if he had to lie then…

"Yeah, Cas… We did it. We won, buddy…At least i think we did. Either way, we gotta get you out of here. I’m gonna lift you, ok? It’s gonna hurt like hell, but I need to get you some place safe. So… You just keep on talking to me, ok? It’s going to be alright, Cas. Everything’s gonna be alright."

It was far from alright… Nothing was ok. And somehow, Dean was going to have to try and muddle through this pretending it was. Carefully he moved his arms around the fallen angel and gently lifted him.

"It’s gonna be ok…"



[ exit-stage-crowley ]


"One of these day’s you’re gonna tell me the truth. And I won’t believe a damn word you say."

"I’ve never lied to you Dean."

"Now that’s a lie right there…"