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My DNA Test Results

aka Phil is not part kangaroo

- Phil’s mum’s friend, June, is a doctor and gave him a free dna test

- June is not The Doctor

- Philip Philipson from 1873

- Science Phil defines dna


- Phil’s fake name was Buffy Summers

- Phil is: 68.6% British & Irish, 11.5% French & German, 1.9% Scandinavian, < 0.1% Sardinian, 0.3% Broadly European, < 0.1% Broadly Southern European, < 0.1% Sub-Saharan African, < 0.1% Unassigned, 100% European

- “I might have a French ear”

- “And I have a German elbow”

- “I’ve got a Swedish eyebrow”

- “One of my freckles… is a Sardinian freckle”

- Phil is an alien

- “Prince Philip?” *fistbumps camera* “Ayy, Philip bros!”

- Phil is a larger percentage neanderthal than the average European user

- Phil had a 28% chance at being blond

- Philly’s not going bald

- There’s a 5% chance that his kid could have red hair

- “Hello distant relatives!”

- Plushie promotion

- “Goooodbye!”

Royals Like Us, pt.2

Next part to my nessian royal au, for @accidental-rambler, @itsnotacrimetoloveyou and @klarolinestan, <3

Part 1

It took them two days more when they reached his village, the atmosphere was clouded and suffocating, the faint ash that followed war around like a faithful servant plunged the houses. Cassian swallowed the lump in his throat when he saw the traces of blood on the ground.

Beside him, Nesta walked, silently taking in the sights and for one bitter moment he wondered if she had ever seen beyond the capital. If the nobility ever knew of the suffering of those of lesser station.

A few children ran passed him and Nesta, a smile blooming across her face as she spotted the small colourful kite in a little girl’s hand. At least the war hadn’t touched people’s ability to rebuild too quickly, he thought.

“How do you know of this place?” she inquired. Eyes looking as if devouring, not with greed, but with the sort of curiosity he had come to associate with her.

“I grew up here.”

Nesta’s surprise grew at his words. She pulled her cloak closer around her body.

“You’ve been my bodyguard for a year and then some and I never knew this.”

“Well, you can’t know everything now, can you, your majesty?”

“Shush.” She looked alarmingly around, worried that someone heard his declaration of her title.

He cringed at the exasperated breath she let out. “Oops,” he muttered apologetically.

“If anyone is responsible for exposing me, it will probably be you.”

Cassian gave a lopsided grin but his insides burned with the promise to protect her, that he’d stand by her side as long as he could to see her ruling in her castle like should be.

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both @justlookatthehearteyes and @soulmatesandfate tagged me to answer 11 questions, ask 11 new ones and tag 11 people. as i got two list of questions, i’ll just do a mix of both haha. thank you for tagging me <3

1. What’s the best compliment you have ever gotten?
the one that immediately comes to mind is something amber @loveloveolivia once said to me. i lost my whatsapp conversations so i can’t go look for what exactly she said, but it was about me writing some things into my fic that she hadn’t read before but that she thought were important to read about. i think she said i was out here being groundbreaking (idk if she used that word @amber i’m sorry if i remember incorrectly) and it made me feel so so proud

2. your favorite clothing article?
shouldn’t you people know this already by now? mqldkjf rip i feel like i just keep repeating myself on this. it’s my denim jacket. if i could live in it, i would

3. Tell us something you’re proud of.
completing my fieldwork and actually having achieved something even though the whole process was a bitch for me mentally

4. Is there someone you look up to? Someone that inspires you?
my mum. she is so strong. she doesn’t take shit from anybody and if she wants something and is passionate about it, she goes for it one hundred percent. i’ve gotten to witness that a lot over the past few years and it’s wonderful. i look up to her so fucking much, and i just try to be a bit more like her in this respect

5. What is your favourite place in the world?
i don’t know if it’s my favourite, but i love the train station of the city i study in. idk, i just really love train stations ok? sitting in the sun, waiting for my train to arrive, with this piece of cheesy goodness from one of the shops is honestly one of my ultimate happy places

6. If you could go back to a moment in your life, what would it be?
i think maybe, the moment i had to say goodbye to my parents again after their visit to tanzania. it wasn’t a particularly sad moment, because like, i’d be seeing them again soon, and i didn’t quite want to go home yet anyaway, but in that moment, i could feel that they were so proud of me, and that was so incredibly fulfilling

7. What is your favorite quote?
i’ve no idea where this comes from, but the one that comes to mind is “I am better than I was, I will be better than I am.” that is what i constantly aspire to

8. If someone gave you a lot of money, what would you do?
t r a v e l. i want to see all the places everywhere

9. Do you like taking pics?
i actually didn’t really take pictures until like a year/a year and a half ago? but then i decided that i wanted to start taking more pictures and i did and actually yes i do like it? it’s very fulfilling if you manage to catch something in a picture and convey some of its beauty to your screen even though it will never live up to the original. it’s also just a good way of remembering things, which is why i wanted to take more pictures in the first place. i do not like posing for pictures though, hell n o. i’ll just stand there awkwardly or do sth ridiculous or whatever. just. no

10. Do you have a pet? If so, can you tell me something quirky about them?
i (read: my brother) have fish and traveling stresses them out and then they die

11. What is one thing you absolutely want to do/try in your life?
learn how to surf decently and catch a wave just right 

ok, new questions

1. If there’s one language you would want to know how to speak, which would it be?
2. If given the option, would you rather go to the future, or travel back in time?
3. Where do you find peace?
4. If you were an animal, which would you be?
5. Thoughts on fairy lights?
6. Do you have a piece of jewelry that you always wear no matter what? Can you tell something about it?
7. What is your favourite fruit? (you’re allowed to pick multiple ones)
8. City or country side?
9. Do you prefer the main course of dessert?
10. What would be the first thing you’d do when meeting Louis?
11. What is your favourite quote? (sorry for stealing this one vale, i hope you still love me)

then i’ll tag @parseltonguekinq, @ivegotfirefouraheart, @reinventlou, @ot4andchill, @turtlekz, @alicedoesntsharefood, @sunshineloueeh, @loveloveolivia, @louistomlinsons, @lit–anon, @tobeakingbesideyousomehow

anonymous asked:

Hi there I love your sims 2 pictures so much :) I was wondering If you could tell me wicf the big dragon fly plant thing and pink flowers under the dragonfly bug in post/158270735410/the-butterfly-pavilion-a-bit-of-nature-in-the and The rug with spoons on it in front of the door,wood flooring,blue stairs,cafe sign outside and blue roof things on the front porch in post/156497713540/wow-the-butter-pat-breakfast-cafe-is-to-die-for Thanks for sharing your lovely pictures <3

Thank you so much for your nice words! <3 1) I made the big butterflyish thing myself using several different plants and these OMSPs by silentlucidity. 2) Pink flowers by linacherie. 3) Blue stairs by locoplus, shared by linacherie. 4) The (really imperfect!) recolor is mine, but here is the sign by honeywell. 5) Wood floor by trapping. 6&7) Spoon rug and blue pergola by shastakiss.

tagged by @thegirlwithmultiplepersonas (^_^)


Countries I’ve lived in: Canada

Favourite Fandom: you mean for the content and not the fans right lmao? Transformers will always be my #1 love <3

Spoken Language: English, some french (i’ve really lost it over the years…)

Favourite 2016 Movie: geewhatcoulditbe CIVIL WARRRR

Last Read: “The Right To Be Cold” about the Inuit in Canada and climate change destorying their way of life; currently reading Civil War II

Shuffle Your Music (3 Songs): Take Me Alive by Chris Cornell; Black Betty by Ram Jam; Secrets by One Republic

Last Thing You Bought Online: mtmte comics lmao because I wanted certain pretty RI covers and i am weak

Phobias: wasps, needles; i have lots of nightmares about zombies and bears lol

How would would your friends describe you?: I usually end up as the Mom Friend in my groups lol. alternatively i’m also known for my savage under-the-breath comments towards people i hate aha

If you had any spare cash, what would you buy with it?: junk food, man. also Sun Chips because they hardly go on sale. and little fandom trinkets, like the other day I got some marvel tsum tsums :P

who i’m tagging: whooever wants to do this!

Tagged by @tarinya-quinn, @ashesofthepaleserpent and @gipsyspirits to do a question thingy! Thanks, I love doing these. Y’all are awesome <3

1. morning rituals: Slam my alarm clock after having missed it at least twice, throw on whatever clean clothes I can find, stuff breakfast in my mouth if there’s time, brush my teeth, run out the door like my life depends on it

2. biggest fear: Getting up in front of people, I don’t get how people do that without having a mental breakdown lol. Talking to people in general makes me really nervous, I’m an extremely shy person and can hardly carry a conversation lol

3. cloudy or sunny: That’s so hard! I must choose both lol

4. a band you didn’t like at first but grew on you: Nasum, I used to hate grindcore

5. song stuck in your head: Via Dolorosa by Antestor

6. unrealistic dream: falling in love, ending political feuds that keep dividing people

7. dream superpower: I think it would probably be being able to teleport to whatever fictional universe I chose, though admittedly I’d probably be spending all my time in middle-earth lol

8. any regrets?: Losing touch with people, not speaking my mind when I have something I really want to say

9. superstitious?: Yeah a little tbh. Especially after I’ve watched a really scary movie all by myself in the dark lol

10. something that makes you feel alive: A hard workout with loud and heavy music. The freakin BEST man

11. favourite genre of film: Horror is my all-time favorite genre. Also action, adventure, fantasy, period dramas, crime, and romance

12. favourite movie: Besides Star Wars, the 2004 Punisher movie, which in my opinion is extremely underrated even though I get why a lot of people don’t like it lol. But I’ve seen that movie so many times, I could probably quote the entire script

13. favourite season: That’s sooo tough. I’m gonna go with fall, mostly because I love how the trees turn different colors. Also the weather is just right, it’s around Halloween, and it’s socially acceptable to binge scary movies lol. It’s also conveniently when my absolute favorite show starts up

14. favourite colour: Lavender, red, black, periwinkle, aquamarine

15. favourite foods: Mexican food all day every day (ok not really, I have done that and it made me really sick lol but I love it a lot), butterfinger ice cream, extra buttery popcorn, fruit smoothies, chili, blueberry pancakes/muffins, carrot cake, fettuccine, toaster strudels, tostitos, anything spicy

16. worst habit: That’s definitely gotta be procrastinating

17. how many countries have you been to?: I have been to Canada, a very lovely country!

Whoever wants to do this, feel free to!

10 Facts About Me(l)

Thank you @cup-of-stars for tagging me!! ^^ <3

1.) My first language was Spanish but I legit forgot it all and had to reteach myself

2.) Before i started volleyball, I did gymnastics, ballet, and cheer

3.) My sister called me Melon for a period of my life..,.,,, by a period I mean like.., a year.,,,, thx mar if u see this ily

4.) I had this huge crush on a girl in elementary school.,,, i just..,.., didn’t realize it.,,…

5.) I recently discovered that my favorite color is like a caramel-y brown??? Like just search up brown aesthetic on google and there it is my favorite color

6.) I am v e r y v e r y v e r y loud I am a loud person aaaaaaaaaaa

7.) I’m a mix of Costa Rican, Cuban, Lebanese, and American ٩(๑❛ᴗ❛๑)۶

8.) I’ve took chorus all my life until I moved to the school I’m going to now Bc the middle school didn’t have a big chorus and the upper school just straight up doesn’t have one

9.) Oh yeah referring back to the third fact I have an older sister n we tight ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ (edit: this kinda counts as half so here have another fact I’m a dairy-loving lactose intolerant)

10.) I’m an Aries!! By boofday is April 16 and I’m spending it at a volleyball tournament in Orlando ((honestly bittersweet bc I get to spend it with my teammates but it’s the last day of my spring break and I wanna hang out with my waifu and friends or maybe just be alone but hey it is what it is man,, I’m committed n my team needs me..,))

I tag;
@saturnsky101213 @just-kun-things @ask-counselor-hobi ((r u alive my child)) @ask-kimseokjin @ask-actress-tae

Request: Storm

Request: Can you write one where the reader breaks down to Bobby because she is pregnant with Dean’s baby. Thank you :)

Word Count: 1,069


The rain has been coming down in buckets all night, and the wind whips at the sides of the house in such a way that every now and again, the foundations shake so severely that Bobby nearly ends up waiting out the storm in the panic room.

When he sees the flash of light outside the window followed by a rumble, he isn’t paying enough attention to think of it as anything but another facet of the storm. What he does pay attention to, however, is the frantic, loud knocking that reverberates well beyond the door.

The knocking doesn’t stop until he answers, pulling the door open to be bet with a harsh gust of wind.

“Y/N?” You’re soaked and dishevelled, and he isn’t sure which has smeared your makeup more – the rain, or the tears you’re trying and failing to hold back.

“Can- can I come in?” It’s a stupid question, but it’s the only thing your fuzzy, addled brain can come up with. Bobby doesn’t speak, but he nods, ushering you into the warmth of the house where you grew up and forcing the door closed against the wind.

“What the hell are you doing out in this?” Driving in this weather would be dangerous enough without you being in a complete state. You don’t reply, though, shivering in the hallway and wiping at your face in frustration. It scares him – you’re the closest thing he has to family: he’d raised you since you were six months old and your parents had been killed, leaving no-one to keep an eye on their demon-blood infected child. He’d taken you in, and found that he’d quickly become all too fond of you.

“Y/N, seriously. Where are Sam and Dean?” It must be something to do with them, because it elicits a sob from you, “I don’t want to play twenty questions with you.” He steps forward, resting his hands on your shoulders and pressing an affectionate kiss to your forehead, “Give yourself some time, alright? Go get a shower, get changed. Everything’s fine. Nothing is going to hurt you while you’re here. I’ll make you a hot chocolate while you’re gone, just how you like it. How does that sound?”

To his eternal relief, that manages to get a nod and a weak smile from you, and he pulls you in for a gentle hug before letting you go. He doesn’t look away from you until you’re safely up the stairs, and then sighs to himself – he’s never seen you like this. But you need him, and he’ll be damned if you’re not going to have him to go to.


It’s nearly half an hour before he hears you coming down the stairs, but there’s nothing wrong with that – especially when he sees how much better you’re looking. Sure, your eyes are still red-rimmed and you’re still shaking with the effort it takes not to cry, but at least your clothes are warm and dry and your lips are no longer bluish with the cold.

You shuffle into the room and take a seat, swallowing hard before looking up at Bobby. He sets the hot chocolate – piled high with cream, chocolate shavings, and marshmallows – in front of you, and then takes the seat next to yours. The storm outside still batters the windows, but the kitchen is warm, and with the pair of you bathed in warm light, it’s almost cosy.

“Talk to me.” Bobby prompts softly, reaching over and resting his hand over the top of yours. He sees the way you flinch at the gesture, and for a moment he thinks the worst, “Is it Dean? Has he hurt you?” He hadn’t been overly happy when you’d begun dating the eldest Winchester two and a half years ago, but you’d been happy, and Dean had given him a heartfelt promise that his intentions were pure – but Bobby had promised in return that the moment Dean so much as breathed the wrong way at you, he’d find himself without the means to do so again.

“Y/N, sweetheart, I need you to talk to me if you want to fix this.”

“I can’t fix it.” You speak properly for the first time since you stepped into the house, “It’s broken. Very broken.”

“Still with the ambiguous, sweetheart.”

It takes you a few moments to muster up the courage to come out with it, but eventually, you do.

“I’m pregnant.”

Silence, apart from the sounds of the storm outside, fills the room. For a long moment, he can’t find it in himself to speak – and then…

“Do not drink that.” He wraps his spare hand around the mug and slides it away from you, reminded suddenly of the copious amount of whiskey he just dropped into that, “Is it… it’s Dean’s?”

You scoff, “That’s the problem, isn’t it? Of course it is.” Sorrow and bitterness taint your tone in equal measure, and Bobby winces.

“Have you told him?” He tries, and you nod again.

“Yeah. That’s what the second problem is.” You sigh, pulling your hand away from his in order to run your hands over your face, skilfully masking a sob – but not enough. Bobby knows you inside and out, and picks up on it instantly.

“He reacted badly?”

“If saying I’d ruined everything and needed to get the hell out of his sight is reacting badly, then I’d say so, yeah.” You spit, but your voice breaks and before you know it, your head is on his shoulder and you’re sobbing openly into him, everything coming out. He holds onto you tightly, a silent promise that he’ll never let you go; that you always have him.


It’s nearly three hours later, by the time he’s managed to calm you down and get you asleep. You’re still asleep on the sofa when his phone rings. He answers, begrudgingly, when he realises who it is.


“Bobby? Have you heard from Y/N? She’s gone and we’ve been trying to track her all night, but we haven’t found anything.” He rattles off, his voice frantic and shaking.

“Why? What happened?” Bobby asks, watching you sleeping form.

“We got in a fight. I said something stupid. God, Bobby, I’ll never forgive myself if she doesn’t…” He cuts himself off, and swallows hard, “Have you heard from her?”

He pauses, “Nope. Nothing. I’ll let you know if I do.”

“Thanks, Bobby.”

Filthy Cute

Prompts: dan being fucked from behind please?/// I literally just need the kinkiest shit you can write, anything you want. Maybe bondage, and Neko!dan would be nice. Just a suggestion, you don’t have to write it if you don’t want to ;) -thanks, a friendly anon /// Can you do one where neko!Dan wants to try being Dom! and Phil lets him thenm ends up being Dom! because Dan can’t bring himself to boss Phil around or something along those likes? 

Author’s Note: its been like 1,000 years since I posted something sorry bout that anyways ilu guys i hope u like it <3 (1.7k words) 

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Lt. Surge the lighting american. ‘MERIKA!!!

I love how america is canon in pokemon universe, thought I guess he would be from unova now, huh?


Request: Blessed

Request: Could you write a story where the reader is a maid at the motel and Sam and Dean are sleeping in (without a case, so they sleep in late) but hear a pretty voice singing classic rock next door (as reader sings while cleaning) and Sam convinces dean to at least go see who is singing and he’s smitten. Thanks!!

Word Count: 1,213


Dean is very much used to harsh awakenings. Blaring alarms, the cut of a knife, a bucket of cold water… there’s not much that’s foreign to him anymore. Late mornings, on the other hand, when the sun is far above the horizon and yet he’s still in bed, remain his favourites, because he’s able to wake on his own time, at his own pace, and maybe finally get out of bed not feeling completely exhausted.

So when he’s woken far before his usual post-case-lie-in time, for a few moments he’s mildly annoyed. That is, until he hears exactly what woke him up:

“There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it’s been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God, I know I’m one,”

He’s heard angels speaking. He’s heard them screaming, and smashing windows with it – so to say an angel’s voice was coming through the paper-thin motel wall couldn’t be further from the truth. This is the opposite – sweet and soothing, and even better, singing a song he’s loved since childhood.

Throughout the sing, the voice hits each and every note, somehow capturing the haunting rhythm of the song within a bright, airy, melodic tone. He’s completely entranced. All he can do is lie there, his hands locked behind his head, and let himself be relaxed by the soothing voice as it moves through a veritable playlist of absolute classics – the gap between songs leaves him waiting in suspense, hoping for another one to start up – and the voice always obliges, and the opening notes to whichever song it chooses sound even sweeter than ever.

“You’re not going to go and flirt with her?” Sam’s voice startles Dean out of his reverie, though the voice doesn’t leave his mind.

“She’s… I don’t know what she’s doing. I don’t want to disturb her.” He says quickly – there’s a part of him that enjoys the mystery, the not knowing, the building up the image of a woman in his mind: in his head, she’s beautiful, but not overtly so – and she’s funny, with a bright, mischievous smile. It’s all an illusion, of course, but he doesn’t mind. It’s a nice mirage to bask in the glow of, either way.

“Disturb her? What’s gotten into you?” Sam’s incredulity is clearly audible in his tone, and the elder brother peels open one eye to give his brother a look.

“Nothing. But she’s obviously busy.” As if on cue, the singing pauses for a moment and is replaced with the sound of furniture scraping across the floor before starting back up again.

“You’re nervous.” Sam grins as the realisation reaches him, “You’re actually nervous to speak to a girl. Why? You’ve talked to girls who like rock before.”

“I know, I just-“

“I’m sure she’s nice enough. I’m assuming she’s staff, judging by the cleaning cart just outside the door, so she’s basically contractually obligated to be nice to you,” When Dean doesn’t reply and still looks dubious, Sam sighs in resignation, “At least go and see who it is. What she’s like. And if you like her, we don’t have a case or anywhere to be, so staying another few days shouldn’t be a problem.”


Dean drags himself out of the bed after that, hurrying into his jeans with such haste that he manages to shove both legs into one trouser-leg and nearly end up flat on his face, to his younger brother’s infinite amusement.

However, for once Dean doesn’t bite back, and instead heads out of the room somehow feeling a thousand times more refreshed than usual despite not having even touched the coffee pot. He nearly hesitates outside the door, but after a short pep talk and a mental kick up his own ass, he shifts the cleaning trolley out of the way and knocks, two sharp raps on the open door.

The sound cuts your voice off instantly, and you turn from what you were doing – changing over the (frankly, disgusting) bedsheets. They drop into a crumpled heap of faded, stained linen at your feet as you flash him a bright, friendly smile and brush your hands off on the black tabard that’s draped over your jeans and black t-shirt, the design of which he can’t make out for the over-garment.

“Can I help you?” You ask him sweetly, and he’s taken aback by how kind your expression is, and how beautiful you are – even more so than the vision he’d cooked up in his head, despite his thinking that it couldn’t be possible.

“Hi, I- uh- no, I-“ Dean Winchester, flustered. If you knew him, you’d be a lot more impressed than you are amused, considering the laugh that escapes your lips. Part of him wants to muffle the sound with his own lips, the other wants to listen to it forever.

“Is it your room? I was coming there next, I promise, but the people in here last… I don’t know what they were doing. I don’t think I want to know.” You shudder, only partially in hyperbole. He huffs with laughter, suddenly remembering the various states of filth and chaos he’d left motel rooms in over the years and feeling a flash of guilt.

“No, it’s fine. We were lying in anyway. I woke up to your excellent serenade.” He smiles, hoping it comes across as flirtatious, despite it feeling more hysterical.

“Oh, I woke you?” The flush that spreads across your cheeks is nothing short of adorable, “I’m so sorry, I knew the walls were thin, but-“

“Not like that!” He quickly corrects you, “I was just curious. I had to see who was singing my kind of music so well.”

“Your kind of…” He watches as you put the pieces together in your mind, “Is that why you’re wearing an AC/DC shirt backwards?”

He looks down and, sure enough, there are tour dates emblazoned down his chest – it’s his turn to flush then, but you only laugh, going back to piling bedsheets into the laundry hamper you’ve set at the foot of the bed.

“I guess it is.” He smiles, leaning against the doorframe, “I’m Dean.”

“Y/N. Pleasure to meet you.” You look up at him and, again, smile with a face full of sunshine. It warms even the deepest darkest reaches of his soul, where no light dares venture anymore. But you do, and you don’t even know it.

“I absolutely assure you, the pleasure is all mine.” He grins, straightening up and taking a step towards you, “I know you’re working and everything, but when do you get off?”

“Noon.” You reply, “As long as I get everything done.”

“In that case, you wanna grab some lunch? My treat. My brother and I are in town for a while, and I need someone who knows where all the good pie is.”

“Your brother? He coming too?” You ask offhandedly, doing a great job of looking casual about it. Dean scoffs.

“Not a chance. He’s all… salad and sadness.” Dean rolls his eyes, which makes you laugh.

“I happen to know a pretty good place. I’ll meet you at your room at noon-thirty?”

“Noon-thirty it is.” He agrees, and you bless him with another grin.

“It’s a date, then.”  

Eye Candy

Summary: You, Sam, and Dean hit a bump in the road while on a case and find yourselves at a bar.

okay that summary wasn’t so bad.

Request: Can you do a DeanxCurvyReader? Maybe an established relationship, and the girl hunts too and is a bigger but strong girl and she isn’t necessarily self conscious but feels some insecurity at times because Dean gets hit on so often? THANK YOU IN ADVANCE!

A/N: Important info regarding tag lists at the end. If you’re not on any of my tag lists and would like to be, please read.

Pairing: Dean x Curvy!Reader (esablished)

Warnings: just some language, it’s a fluffy lil one shot <3

Word Count: 1.2k

Originally posted by sincerelysaraahh

Finding yourself in a bar, as a hunter, who was in a relationship with none other than the one and only Dean Winchester; was totally normal. Whether you were on a hunt, or just getting out of the bunker for a few hours, the eldest Winchester never passed an opportunity to go out and grab a drink.

Tonight was no different. You were working a case with Sam and Dean; you all got bored and frustrated whenever research was just leading towards dead ends. That’s how you found yourself at this bar. You were sitting in a booth with the boys, Sam next to you with a beer and his closed laptop. Dean across from you with a glass of bourbon he hadn’t really been paying much attention to; and you sat directly across from Dean. You were feeling little out of the box this evening and had opted for a margarita.

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