Because we haven't had one of these in a while

[righteousmanish]

Originally posted by mememaker at 672. the return of the genderbent meme

GENDERBENT MEME, PART DEUX.
By request, another genderbent meme! In this one, your character has always been the opposite gender and it's nothing unusual at all.

- Post your character's name/series/preferences in the subject line. At least include a description or a picture of what they'd

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Deanna Winchester | Supernatural | So Totally Open

[righteousmanish]

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[rebelledforyou]

He was wasted. Completely tanked. Tanked was the word right? He was trying to think of an appropriate word for this. Whatever it was didn't matter. He was hammered and he was actually liking it. It took an entire liquor store to do the job, but he got there

[righteousmanish]

Stupid freaking phone playing stupid freaking CCR at stupid freaking three in the morning. Who in the hell calls while reasonable, normal people are trying to sleep. She groped around on the table, pointedly ignoring Sam's whine-y bitch moan from the bed across from her.

Snapped the phone open and barked out, "What?"

Deanna, I would like you to come and retrieve me.

She blinked, sat up in the bed, brow furrowed incredulously as she took in the voice on the other line. Cas. Well, mostly. "Cas, are you- are you plastered?"

[rebelledforyou]

"Plastered!" The word came out rather loudly. That was the word he was looking for. He was plastered. Smashed. He had gotten plastered. Yes. That was very appropriate. He quite enjoyed that word more than the other ones. It didn't exactly make much sense, but that was probably why he liked it now. Nothing made sense. His missing Father. The hopelessness. No sense. He didn't know what he was doing anymore. He was stuck

[righteousmanish]

She startled at the sudden word, jerked the phone back to stare at it, puzzled, then tentatively brought it back to her ear. "Cas. Cas." He wasn't even listening. Very much plastered indeed, what in the hell was he doing getting drunk? More over, how much did he have? The few times they'd tried to get him drunk, it seemed largely like a waste of alcohol.

And now that he was good and plastered, she was friggin' missing it. Are you kidding me? She shifted up, swung her feet over the bed and started tugging on her boots. After you get your ass woken up in the middle of the night to run, you start sleeping mostly dressed. Tonight was no exception, and she was already half way through lacing them up when she heard a woman's voice in the background and froze.

Did he seriously just get propositioned by a hooker? She held up a finger, like he could possibly see it.

"Cas. You listen to me- listen- don't you go with her. She's not giving you a ride, you feathery idiot, she's a hooker. Like, you know, prostitute. Whore of Babylon. Harlot?

[rebelledforyou]

His eyes were stuck on the woman's chest. It was rather large and it seemed like it would get very uncomfortable for her over time. Were they not heavy? Did they not hurt her back? Plus that leather she was wearing did not look comfortable. It was Dean who told him that leather didn't breathe. How did she make it through an entire night wearing that thing? Perhaps it helped that it was not very big. It didn't seem to cover a lot of anything. That helped