One and the Same

masonatlas:

“Of course I knew him, he taught me all of my mistakes in life…gave me a new one to fuck up.” He said this with a shrug, as if such news was nothing new for him to say, something that didn’t matter. The breeze was inviting, at least to him, he hated the warmth that followed with sealing a contract. His skin tingled for hours after each one.

“Well,” he said, “he’s had many play toys, depends which subject of torment you were meant to be…” His brow twitched, trying not to expose his curiosity towards her and what she was, which he still hadn’t figured out completely. “I’m supposedly the epitome of ‘lying in the bed one’s made’, as he would tell me. He said he had an epitome for everyone.” He nodded towards her. “What were you?”

Cerulean eyes glanced down to the dusty ground. Words that echoed through her head day in and day out voiced by a sound that was so much more soft and delicate than the harsh bite of the Scottish mans accent. “The epitome of water; I couldn’t ever stay in one state for too long. Not happily, anyway.” The smile that tugged at her lips was a sad one. 

What a fitted punishment, tying down the child that could never stand still for too long. Maybe that was her problem; she was always so willing to jump ship. Like she couldn’t ever find a place to call… home.

 Which explained why he used blades on her. Though that didn’t mean he didn’t let everything splayed on his little table pierce her flesh at least once, he just found she screamed the loudest and reacted not only physically but emotionally when he used a knife. With herself tied up and all control given away, she squirmed the most under a focused dagger. 

Her throat was suddenly choked with emotions and she had to blink and swallow to pull herself together before looking back to the demon. “Seems I wasn’t so fortunate to get something new; not this time.”

agameofsouls:

   ”I don’t pay attention to that prick anymore; I have better things to occupy my time with.” All amusement left her face as she looked Ro over once more, slightly curious about what she was talking about but finding herself not really caring.

“Good, then you dont have to know.” She sighed, slipping her hands into her back pockets. “What do you say, how about we go out for a drink?”

۞ Purple Haze ۞ (Open Thread)

holletraumes:

Dean raised an eyebrow the scent of pot familiar yet foreign on his smell palette. He hadn’t smelt pot in a long time. Not since he had been a teenager, the scent was odd yet comforting. He hadn’t smoked in so long, but currently, the place he was rooming for the night, people seemed to be smoking whatever they could.

People were shooting up in corners of the room, heroin, coke, meth, you name it they had it. Dean let out a deep sigh, exhaling a heavy breath. He was draped across the sheets of a bed, this may have been a party he had found during a hunt, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to enjoy himself. He was lying across the sheets, shirtless, inked gun tattoos showing on his lower back, and someone offered him a some white pills.

Dean wanted pot to be honest but he wasn’t going to turn down takin some Ecstasy or LSD if it got passed around. It was worth it tonight, take one night to relax, he didn’t do it often enough anyway. The small white pill passed though his lips, making the room spin when the first shocks of pleasure went though his system.

He was relaxed, mellowed out. E always did that to him, relaxed him, made him calm, the pot would just add to it. He let out a content sigh draped across the sheets feeling the heat ignite in his bones, and he let out a soft sigh. It felt good. Better than he had felt in a long time, the cares and worries of the real world erased and forgotten, he was blissed out tonight. 

Ro sighed, the beer she was currently drinking had a nice buzz going through her system. She planned on getting high, -someone was bound to offer her something- or at least, that’s what she had planned. 

Until she saw a familiar face. 

Quirking a brow, the huntress set down her beer and walked over to the bed that had a half naked man sprawled across it. Funny, she never noticed Dean had tats before. “Winchester, that you?” She asked, nudging the mans calf with the toe of her boot. 

She could pick the man out from anywhere, training with a guy for two years on hunting 101 would do that. 

agameofsouls:

     ”What else should I be doing?”

Ro shrugged. “I don’t know. There could be other things to do.” Putting her hands on her hips, she sighed. “M’guessing you uh… heard about what Crowley did.” She’d rather get the humiliation over as quick as possible when it came to this. 

              [ i want to hold you close ]

                     I WANT TO FUCKING TEAR YOU { ａｐａｒｔ }

agameofsouls:

   ”If I had even one of those I wouldn’t be bored, then, would I?” she asked. “Where have you been, Ro?” 

“Oh you know, around.” The female smiled, looking over the blonde. “Still trading souls?” 

itsbrotherfuckingwincest:

can i just

dean doesn’t let anyone touch, look at, or breathe near his car

• sam sits on the hood of it and drinks a beer

dean doesn’t want anyone who doesn’t sleep to sit in their motel room at night

• sam didn’t sleep for six full months and they never got more than one room

dean declares watching porn with other people in the room is Not Okay

• heartily discusses busty asian beauties mags, websites, and anime with sam every chance he gets

dean believes it is necessary to kill everyone infected with the croatoan virus

• sits with sam in a locked room talking about random shit while sam wolfs out into a zombie

dean hates when people get in his personal space or pat him or hug him

• lets sam do literally anything sam wants

dean hates everyone

• sam is his brother