Though I will tell you I have a brother, Dean, and we travel the country in his 67 Chevy Impala looking for "jobs." We're hunters, of a sort.
Kick Ass gif~
Her form rose from underneathe the covers of the creaking and rather worn out motel bed. Where was she?..What was she doing. How did she get..
It all came rather too quickly. The fearful eyes of her mother, the rage of her father, running as fast as she could..a frying pan, blood..so much redness that is was maddening and it gave her a sharp split of pain in her cranium. “Ah!..” She flinched, intaking a sharp hiss of breath because she’d been startled by how much it hurt. As she gazed around the dim-lit room more and more began to return to her conciousness. Dean, and Sam..the ones she’d met just prior to all of her life flushing down a giant metophorical toilet. Calmly she got out of bed, wearing a loose flannel shirt most likely belonging to one of them and a pair of baggy pants she didn’t remember putting on. But there was nothing as cruel as the realization that her mother and father were both gone. Just, gone. There wasn’t a Eulogy, there wasn’t going to be a funeral..they were going to fade away into non-existance..the only one who would know were she and the other elder boys. As she stretched her hands out and gazed into her palms she watched for liquid to pool but when it didn’t come she couldn’t have said she was suprised. In atleast three days she’d cried far more than she ever had in her lifetime…maybe she couldn’t cry any more. So on she fought through her sleepiness and buldge in her throat common for sorrow.
"Hello?" She spoke up, hoping her voice might bring one of them to her. After all, with what was supposedly happening she didn’t want to be left alone, not for a minute. honestly, after the call she had received cutting off before they could get a good hold on the location she was wondering what they might have up their sleeves.
/Sam’s shirts. He was the man in the flannel. Dean wouldn’t be caught dead wearing the lumber jack look.
The moose was sitting at the kitchenette table of the motel room that they’d rented out, one leg cocked behind the other in a rather loose and sort of comfortable guise. One hand rested on the table and had a beer bottle in it, while his eyes scanned over the laptop screen in front of him-and his other hand whizzed across the keys like a hacking expert.
Though he’d never be at Charlie’s level…But that was neither here nor there. He chanced to look up as the girl they’d pretty much been forced to take under their wing for better or worse finally rose from her sleeping stupor. Sam only hoped her fate didn’t end like Jo’s./
Hey-April…You’re up. How’re you feeling? You were konked out for a pretty long time there.
/He called to her-after her mousey “hello” into the room. Though he couldn’t blame her for sleeping like a log like that. She’d had a pretty traumatic time of all of this. What a way to break into this line of work…No easier then what Kevin had gone through though./
Happy Birthday Misha Collins!
The wait is almost over! Only 55 days left until the season 10 premiere of Supernatural!
can.not.wait for Supernatural season 10 & to see Demon!Dean in action! This pic just makes me even more excited to see my boys on screen!
Good night everyone!
Crowley being the last one alive at the end of season 10 and right before the end credits you just see him holding a contract and he looks at the camera and says “Looks like your 10 years are up, love. Be sure to leave your feelings behind for the next show.”
and then he disappears and as the screen fades to black all you hear is barking and howling getting louder until one final growl is heard and then silence.
Hell No! Dx
to watch you leave him, Dean Winchester
August 1st, 2014