frowing up

Imagine demon Dean often talking about you in his sleep even when he is with other women.

“You know I thought you were some good guy deep down, pretending to be bad. But seeing you back there. You kept punching him and refused to stop. You were nt doing it for me. You were doing it for you, weren’t you?” she crossed her arms over her chest, brows frowed and tears welling up in her eyes.

Dean turned his head to look at her “I never said I did it for you, did I? Look-” he let a sigh running a hand through his longer-than-usual hair “-I told you not to get too attached, I am just rolling through town.” he shrugged as if it was nothing to him. And truth was that was the case, because being a demon left little to no room for feelings for him.

“… Is this all because of her? What did she do to you to turn you into this?” she asked after a long silence.

“Who?” Dean for the first time had no single idea what she was alking about.

“(Y/n)” she said the name simply but it made Dean’s back straightened and his body stiffen at the mere mention of it.

“How do you know about her?” he growled in a low voice, eyes darkening.

“You call her name in your sleep. Ask her to stay and fight the disease with you. I don’t understand much.” she said matter-of-factly.

Dean rolled his eyes, lips still pursed, not wanting her to look at him and what his expression (that he knew he wouldn’t be able to control) would give away.

And she conitnued “I only know a name. And the fact that you loved her, obviously. Maybe still do.” she shrugged her shoulders though Dean’s jaw clenched “What was she Dean? Ex? Someone that dumped you for someone else? Someone you dumped but didn’t really want to? Someone you had feelings for but wouldn’t say a thing?”

Dean’s didn’t even blink let alone turn his head to look at her and speak. How would he be able to answer this question?

She shook her head when she saw he clearly ignored her “You know what-” she started speaking again, voice thich with unched tears “-Maybe I doubted myself but this? This is not for me. I deserve better a-and as much as I want to stay I am going to do what is right because I respect myself.” she willed her tears down and turning she left the door.

Not that Dean cared anymore. He clenched his fists by his sides, closing his eyesand taking in a deep breath. He had had those dreams many more times than he could count. He hoped he’d be over it but of course that was not the case. How would he ever be over you even as a demon? Maybe he should do what he planned for all this time but put it off. Pay you a visit.

it’s just, it’s astonishing to me that the only high profile white director who manages to succeed in the diversity field is quentin tarantino. the dumb loudmouth asshole gets it more than any of those Intellectuals and that’s so fuckin baffling. like, all anybody wants the coens or ridley scott or wes anderson or whoever wlse to do is just acknowledge that there’s more than just white ppl and these directors are all scratching their heads like ??? how is this so hard for you to understand you fuckin wrote fargo u clearly arent stupid