A Weevil hunting we will go.

[It was late out, but Dean had gotten hungry, so he had decided to leave the place he had been staying at to head on over to a nearby store that he knew was open all night. He idly moved up and down the isles, picking things up and randomly looking them over, before he decided on just grabbing a few bags of Doritos and some donuts, as well as a 6 pack of beer, before heading to the counter, paying for everything, and quickly leaving the store. 

As he was heading back to his little apartment, he noticed something that was definitely not human sneaking out of a nearby alleyway. He blinked, before he came to a realization; considering this thing hadn’t appeared to be human, maybe he could finally get himself his first hunt here.The thought honestly excited him a little. For a moment however, he considered just letting it be and going home to eat all the junk he had bought, but he figured he could get more food later. It almost hurt him to do this, but he just abandoned the chips, donuts, and beer, before checking to see if he still had the only gun he had had when he came to this weird place, before he ran down the street after the thing.

It didn’t take him long until he found it wandering around a car park. He watched in horror as it seemed to attack a person who was in its way as they were trying to get to their vehicle. He gulped, before he quickly took out his cellphone and decided to dial his brother first, telling him to get his ass down here because he wasn’t quite sure what the hell this thing was, before he gave another call to that woman Gwen Cooper, who he had learned dealt with strange things, too; maybe this thing was one of those so-called aliens she went after.]


[Little Dean had been wandering around all over the place, trying to find his little brother. He was starting to lose hope, but he knew he couldn’t give up. If he gave up, he didn’t know what his Dad was capable of. He was afraid that worse would come to worse, and perhaps John would abandon him because of how much of a terrible, wretched son he was. 

Dean shook his head, trying to choke down tears from spilling down his freckled cheeks. He couldn’t cry, and he mostly couldn’t give up. He was supposed to be strong, and if he finally found Sam and he had evidence of tear stains on his cheeks, he didn’t want Sammy to be scared. 

He kept walking, staying determined to find the little eight year old that was Sam. He looked in every direction he could, checking alleyways, and even going door-to-door to ask people if they had seen his brother. So far, he had no luck. As he continued on, he hadn’t been particularly paying attention, and he accidentally bumped into someone. Someone who was very tall. Taller than his Daddy. It was a little frightening to be honest. He gulped, wiping himself off.] Um, sorry, mister. I didn’t mean to walk into you…

anonymous said:

Oh man i don't know if you can take the limits off of asks, but if you can, DO; I AM PROCRASTINATING ON MY CHEM HOMEWORK WHICH IS A BITCH and anyway deans all confused now because he realizes cas is all awkward and stuff and he knows cas is just trying to show affection butDean never realized that his breath would hitch like this when Cas ever looked at him like that, with that soft smile. Dean wonders what that stubble would feel like on his chin WHAT NO I'M NOT GAY I LOVE PIE AND LADIES AND OH

Ill try to take the limit off! Omg this story


Hey, Sammy! I could have sworn I told you this already, but I guess I didn’t. I’ve got some great news! [Dean grinned, slinging an arm around his baby brother’s shoulders and pulling him down to his level, ruffling his hair.] 

gloomyskye said:

sam, triangle

Dean wasn’t much of the grinning, joking-around kind of guy anymore. He was more the sit-there-quietly-and-stare-out-the-window kind of guy now. He almost never left his apartment, and, when he did, it was because someone had come up and forcibly dragged him out, usually to buy him food he scarcely ate anymore. He would nibble here and there, but most of it would go bad before he really dug into anything, and the cycle would start all over again.

He barely spoke, trying at every opportunity to never utter a word. He normally would simply just smile weakly and nod when people told him of their concerns for him or asked him a question, or he would just give them a certain look. He knew how much it probably hurt his friends to see him like this, but he just couldn’t bring himself to do it. 

He couldn’t really bring himself to do anything anymore, not after his brother died. He had no motivation to do so. His brother had been at least half of his person. It was like the very drive to live had been sucked out of Dean when the entire life had been sucked out of Sam. It still hurt, and Dean knew it never would stop. His nightmares and tears would never end. There would never be a day when he actually truly wanted to crawl out of his bed, where he would simply stare at the wall for most of the time, or the sheets beneath him. 

His brother was gone, and so was he. And, like Sam, he was probably never coming back. 

hollyleix-deactivated20120612 said:

A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H, I, J, K, L, M, N, O, P, Q, R, S, T, U, V, W, X, Y

Holy— okay.

  • Apple pie
  • Baby
  • Cars
  • Donuts
  • Eating
  • Fucking
  • Guns
  • Hunting
  • Impala
  • Joking around
  • Kicking Sammy in his stupid head Kissing
  • Liquor 
  • Metallica
  • Outdoors
  • Punching things
  • Q? Uh, I got nothin’.
  • Riding with the windows down on a cool night
  • Sammy
  • Talking
  • Not really sure about this one, either
  • Or this
  • Women
  • Um, no fucking idea. X, what the hell?
  • Yelling lyrics at the top of my lungs to annoy Sammy, of course!