but a certain something else additionally resides in that spot as well. Relief. A great deal involved. Notwithstanding his degree of anger, Cas is standing before him, which Dean wasn’t sure would happen again.
"As a result, Cas? I'll be entirely honest, I somewhat—" He abruptly stops himself, subtly shakes his head. "I called. A lot. So now you are simply… present? No warning? Was there not even a "Hey, Dean, I’m still alive’?"
His jaw quite noticeably tenses, >
"Or are you going to eventually tell to me why the hell you've been ghosting on me for almost a month now?"
He breathes out, moving a hand through his hair before moving his legs to hang from off the bed. >
A certain something sits heavy within his chest.
"Are you going to stand just there, man?" His voice is softer now, but a hint of annoyance is there, barely hiding the fact for him that he longed. >
His hand drops, as well as there Cas is. He is standing at the approximate edge of the bed, with head tilted like he's trying to figure something out.
Dean pushes himself up on his elbows, with the initial jolt of surprise fading into something of sharpness. >
Dean blinks from inside the dim light of that room, rubbing over a hand along his face before he freezes up.
"You are kidding me," he whispers quietly, voice quite hoarse from slumber. >
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"Alright, Dean, rise and shine—because if you don't, no one's gonna make you pie, and that's just tragic."
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(( Du bist auch Deutsch? :O))
It seems like Cas is going to ignore me some more. I will find some booze; it might help me get some sleep too.
You hear me? You don’t have to, necessarily." His grip tightened with an imperceptible shift, toward the grounding. "We’ll figure it out. We always do."
Sam's shoulder. "But you must allow to yourself some respite, friend." "One cannot continue running perpetually on fumes."
Dean hesitated then, glancing away for just a beat before looking back right at him then. "Look, I—I cannot remove them ever, but you’re not coping throughout this solely. >
—Dean hated seeing him existing in this specific state.
He audibly exhaled, imperceptibly shifting closer. His voice was noticeably softer than usual. "Sammy... I get it. I get that they do not just disappear." His hand stopped quickly and then he stretched it out, grabbing >
Dean watched his little brother, with his jaw tightening from as he saw the exhaustion that was written all over Sam's face. Considering the manner of his slumping shoulders, considering the way his fingers ran through his hair, seemingly as if he was trying to hold himself together >
"And may I guess, you’re perpetually out there causing periodic mayhem, stuffing your infinite face with additional candy, and generally being a constant pain in the ass? Some things never change."
"But truly, when could you begin caring within my drama, huh? Are you thoroughly looking around in every direction for the popcorn or just here to stir up a large amount of good ol’ fashioned trouble?"
He leaned upon the wall close to it. That action was precisely mirroring Gabriel’s stance then.>
say angel radio's been real quiet lately. But absolutely no, we aren't in disagreement. He is just doing his entire 'brooding celestial warrior' act in another place. You are familiar with his behavior."
Dean smirked, with a tilt of his head for emphasis.
>
viewed a collection of reruns of Scooby-Doo. I believe that I have observed more suitable ones across some platforms."
He took survey of all in the room, then sneered from it.
"Sam is busy with his nerd things, as well as Cas—well, let’s just >
Dean shifted his weight, crossing his arms right back as well as rolling his eyes.
"Sure, sure, have a grand old time laughing, Trickster. You always seemed to enjoy low-quality amusement. I am reasonably certain that I have >
It’s about a fairly standard salt-and-burn, but his head is not quite in it—not during the time when she chooses to suddenly pop up out from nowhere.
📲 🍔: Well, well. If it isn't my favorite, trouble-making, wicked demon. What’s the occasion, Meg? Miss me already?
Dean leans back in his chair, phone in a single hand, beer within the remaining hand, eyes skimming over the partially finished case file across the table. >
ᴍᴇɢ ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀs
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“ Keep sweet talking me, this could go a whole new direction.”
-18+ dark themes
- MDNI
- Descriptive RP preferred
Cross over friendly
[ #Spn #mv #horror rp]
By: #mysticmusings
𝘋𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴;
𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒﹗
𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝙪𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝘵𝘰
𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐒.
᯽𝐼 𝒉𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑡𝒉𝑒 𝑣𝑜𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑡𝒉𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑡𝒉 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝑠𝑎𝑦, 𝐶𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑒𝑒. 𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝐼 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑑, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑏𝑒𝒉𝑜𝑙𝑑 𝑎 𝑝𝑎𝑙𝑒 𝒉𝑜𝑟𝑠𝑒: 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝒉𝑖𝑠 𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝒉𝑎𝑡 𝑠𝑎𝑡 𝑜𝑛 𝒉𝑖𝑚 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝐷𝑒𝑎𝑡𝒉, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐻𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑓𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑑. ᯽
