Merry Christmas you guys
I love you all!
Watching a grown-ass man shouting at ol’ saint Nick was funny enough, to watch a genuine hunter do it was: quite honestly, hilarious. So naturally the Deity couldn’t help the gleeful laughter that erupted through her.
“Seriously? This is how desperate you got?”
Padding over merrily she shook her head, scolding him although a obvious smirk was inching over numb, blue lips “Dean I’m pretty sure you have to be nice to get Christmas presents that good.”
Offence ran over his chiseled features in a wave and a furrow of his brow as he looked down at Fen, almost doubting how Santa could place him on the naughty list.
He fought for good.
Sure, he killed every day.
But it was for good.
Shaking off the moral grey area of his everyday life, Dean cleared his throat and shook his head lightly at the idea.
"Hell, no—" he began, his face becoming a look of pure confidence as he pushed off her comment, "Not possible. I kill bad dudes every friggin’ day—that should be enough good karma t’get the damn Yankees wrapped up with a pretty bow t’match this year. What’s a couple’a chicks throwin’ themselves at me cost t’that dude, anyway… " he muttered, continuing the trek through deep snow wearing only a couple of layers and his favourite jeans.
After a moment of thought, he paused to add,
" … don’t answer that.”
Just in case anyone wanted to know why my hiatus took longer than hell took to form I’ll leave you with this
I bought Legend of Zelda Ocarina of Time 3DS
"It does suck, Dean, but…This is what we’re stuck with."
"I know how you feel, though." He said softly as he cracked open the beer. "Angels…and demons…I jus’ wish we could hunt somethin’ simple again. Like wendigos." He chuckled at the memory. Sam took another pause and waited a moment.
"I miss it too, Dean."
The words nearly sailed past the older Hunter’s head as he focused on numbing the pain with the after burn of alcohol. However, the final line seemed to peak his interest ever so slightly, as his gaze drifted from his quickly depleting drink to Sam’s quickly aging eyes.
" … seriously?” he asked, a smirk cocking his lips as he scoffed before turning away in a dead gaze, ” … least we agree on somethin’, man… ” he muttered with a defeated shrug, it’d been too long since things were simple.
—And simple was putting it delicately.
A hopeful glint was trapped within the green tangled confines of the Hunter’s eyes as he thought back to those years. How much they’d grown since then—how much they could have had, what they could have been.
It was enough to kill his buzz, that was for sure.
“Damn… ” he muttered in sync with the tap of the glass to the counter, “When’d life get depressing ‘s hell, dude?” he said with a shake of his head in more of a question to himself than Sam, ” … an’ I’ve been … our life’s like hell on earth without the slutty she demons… ” Dean finished, taking the final swig of his beer before running his lazing gaze across the bar scene.
" … an’ I’m sorry I dragged you into it, Sam."
The sixteen year old girl walked up to the hotel room. She rubbed her hands on her pants nervously. This was the room number she had gotten told at the counter when she had asked. But now that she was here she was feeling herself starting to freak out.
What if he didn’t believe her? What if he did and didn’t care? She swallowed again and took another deep breath before forcing herself to move. She couldn’t stay scared. She had put far to much work in to tracking him down.
She knocked three times on the door and stepped back. When she saw that face from the photo that her mom gave her she blinked. She tried to talk but her brain went into overload. All she managed was. “A.. are you Dean Winchester?”
After realizing that it was only a teenage girl waiting at his door, the blond visibly relaxed while managing to keep his guard up—just in case.
With a small cock of his head, his gaze drifted across the span of his vision and pulled back to hers, intent on her eyes as they lit with what could have been delight or fear. His own were swirling with curiosity as his brows cut a small part of his vision as they furrowing, he was obviously racking his brain trying to remember the girl.
She just seemed so distant and yet so…
“Yeah—?” he began, voice deep and thinly veiled with confusion before dropping into a confident annoyance that he so often held, ” … look, if y’er here t’sell me cookies’er somethin’, I ain’t buyin’.”
youshouldseetheotherdouche ——-> hollyjollyrighteousman
only for the holidays, folks ;D
"Still waitin’ on that hook up this year, old man,”
The Hunter called toward the sky, assuming that the man who travelled the world in one night would be willing to listen this time of year.
"Not even any tasteful side boob’er skirts blowin’ in the wind f’r the dude that’s been fightin’ more evil’n a day than he’s fought in ‘is long ass life. … friggin’ Saint my ass, more like holly jolly tease ‘f y’ask me.”
oH MY GOD I HAVE ALL THESE PLOT IDEAS QUICK SOMEONE COME INTO MY ASKBOX AND HELP