Tag: fuck yes

audaciousdean:

Dean Winchester didn’t date. Or rather, he didn’t go on second dates. He hardly went on first dates to begin with. He would find some girl, maybe she was blonde or a brunette or maybe a redhead, honestly it didn’t matter, but he would start talking to her, turn on that Winchester charm and the girl would practically be in love with him before he even fully introduced himself.

Then, in that way that only Sam knew how to do, he showed up at Dean’s side and just like that, Dean would be gone. 

With one look down into those innocent doe eyes, the girl, no matter how pretty she could be, was nothing more than a memory.

Dean would wrap his arm around Sam’s bony shoulders, pulling him in tight next to his body and the girl would look at the two of them with a fond, slightly confused smile. She thought that they were getting somewhere, that maybe she had a chance with this beautiful stranger but the way that they were looking at each other, it was obvious to anyone that they were together.

It would take a moment longer for the girl to realize that Dean was only being nice, trying to be friendly towards her, maybe try to be friends but he didn’t want anything else because he was already taken.

Sam would keep his eye on the girl as she and his brother talked, making sure to whenever the girl glanced down at him that he was looking up at Dean with this possessive glint in his eye, one that clearly read that Dean was his. The conversation would end sometime after that and Dean would still have his arm around his brother as Sam laced his arm around Dean’s waist. For a couple of minutes Dean would sulk because he thought he was getting somewhere with the girl but then Sam would smile at him like that and suddenly nothing else would matter.

It was so damn obvious to everyone who even cared to look that Sam had Dean wrapped so tight around his pinky finger that it could almost be considered Stockholm Syndrome and Dean was none the wiser. 

thirty words in thirty days
audaciousdean vs. @call-888-8sparky
word #6: second date

sasquatchandleatherjacket:

So m-my brother and I, we, um… no. You know what…. I called you here because people, um, our people are being slaughtered. And we’re next. The British Men of Letters, they came here because they thought they could do our job better than we could. They hooked us with their flashy gear and their tech- most of you had the good sense to turn them down. I didn’t. They said they wanted the same thing we wanted, you know, a world free of monsters. That’s not what they really wanted. They want control. They want to live in a world where they get to sit in some office and decide who gets to live and who gets to die. And they’ve killed people. They’ve killed innocent people just because they got in the way. They think the ends justifies the means, but we know better.