Wing!meme

[anotherguest]

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Nice. I really need to watch the show. >_<;; I'm a failure. I only know very little about it.

[soulisfucked]

Remember John--REMEMBER! "It was just a fucking exocism like any else. I mean I was tossed couple of fucking times so I burned her with my--" He pulled out his small charms of crosses from different Saints. "Peter's." He sighed and took a seat next to Dean before placing the charms back into his pocket, "She got fucking burnt that's for fucking sure." He chuckled in amusement before blinking, "Shit, you think she was a fucking witch? No way. I would have fucking seen it."

John knew when one was half of anything, including witches since there weren't many pure witches anymore, and even if there were, John would have been abled to picked that whore out of the stand up with his eyes closed, "...it was possession Dean." He was sure of it before closing his eyes shut, "What the fuck is going on...?" John felt his heart stop--but not yet John, not until you get that visit from that fuck downstairs, "...can't be him."

He opened his eyes to look up at the ceiling, "He would never give me my wings until...well I'm fucking dead and he accepts me." He chuckled in dead amusement before looking over at Dean, leaning in to get a better look at the book, "What the fuck does it say?"

You should! It's an amazing series.

[iustiviri]

"Hey, calm down, John. It's not, okay? It's not." He didn't know what it was, that was for damn sure but he'd try to figure it out, the least he could do. John had helped him out more than once on a few of his own rougher exorcisms, he owed the guy that much. "The book doesn't say much," he said, pushing it over so John could read through it too. "But it doesn't seem like a demon thing, I don't think they'd just give you wings for shits and giggles.

Don't know what else it would be though, aside from maybe a curse of some sort." But he hadn't caught wind of any witches in this town, or the few towns over, so why? Was it an angel? Teasing John? Trying to teach him a lesson? Angels were fucking douches, far as Dean was concerned, but it wouldn't be the first time they fucked with someone.

Running a hand down his face, he frowned. "I dunno what else it would be. Plus they look like shit. Aren't they supposed to be more neat looking? They look about as bad as your hair," he teased, trying to lighten the mood a little as he reached up and ruffled the guy's hair a little.

I heard, it's all over Tumblr and I can't help but to glance over and drool at times XD

[soulisfucked]

"I am fucking calm." John said in such a straight face before glancing down at the book, only to be pushed away, "Shit!" He pulled away from the touch, "Alright. I'll fucking move away." He didn't know why but the wings were sensitive to his back as much as they were weighing upon him. They were moving at times according to his reactions but god--"This is a fucking curse. Not some shits and giggles. A fucking curse."

John hated showing weakness or even the slightest of vulnerability, "I can't really fucking see it--seeing as it's on my fucking back but..." He glanced over and nodded, "Yeah, it's like my hair...shit it's like a fucking dog's tail." He laughed, almost forgetting his troubles, "Shit maybe this isn't that bad...though..." He stood up and tried to move his wings, "...it's fucking annoying since it's hard to move them..." He sat back down and glanced over at Dean, "It can't fucking be permanent. That bitch wasn't anything special, she was just a weak spirit--a fucking gateway for them to use. Nothing else." John wanted to stay all in business, he wanted to keep in business, wanted to get himself normal again.

Oh Tumblr. On Fridays I'd have to stay off Tumblr because there'd be so many spoilers for the ep xD

[iustiviri]

"No, hey, c'mon. Come back here." Dean coaxed, patient, beckoning with his hand for John to sit back down. "It could have been a spell or curse meant for that person and when you exorcised her, the curse backfired and hit you without you knowing it. Seen it happen before, not common though. But it's possible." And pretty much the only thing he could come up with for why John suddenly had a huge pair of fucking wings.

"Hey, at least they look awesome? I mean you could have gotten stuck with some scraggly pair of shitty cherib wings or something. Tiny little shit things on your back." Okay, stop teasing Dean, really. "Turn around, I'll try to straighten some of them out, it might help them feel a little better."

Oh god don't speak of the S word. They are horrible. The dash could be so cruel to me :'(

[soulisfucked]

John just stood there, almost like a child that just didn't want to be at Disneyland, "...So fucking funny..." He muttered before turning around, "This fucking shirt was a hundred dollars." It was was a present he bought himself when he was in Los Angeles, "Fucking hell..." He groaned before looking over at Dean, "You think if you straighten it out it'll disappear or something?" He teased, though he was a bit scared, "Don't touch too much, I'm not used to these guys..." He wasn't going to tell Dean about the jolt he felt when Dean had touched it before, it was brief but it must have been due to the fact that it was connected to his spine, which led to his central nervous system, "I might fucking bite if you touch too much." He chuckled, trying to lighten the mood with Dean. He wasn't going to fucking push away Dean, seeing as the man had been there for him since he had picked him up in the middle of fucking nowhere.

IKR? I'll be like, it's been 2 hours, spoilers should be gone -click- Nope :D -closes- lol

[iustiviri]

"We'll get you another one," he said, though it might take some saving up. God knows the job didn't pay well and the rent for this place too up most of what he made. But it was worth it, well worth it. It was a nice town with lots of job prospects in and around. "I highly doubt it'll make them go away, but they might not hurt so much. Seems like they're literally connected, so if something's twisted or out of place, it'll hurt."

He waited for John to settle. "I won't, don't worry. I'll be gentle." He teased, then laughed out right. "If you bite me I'll sock you one." Dean grinned a little and shook his head. Then he reached out and gently began moving he feathers, putting them back in place and smoothing them down. They were ruffled and twisted, probably due to John's anxiety over having gotten them. They were soft though, softer than say a bird's feather.

Oh god 2 hours--more like few days at most--it's HELLISH! *cries* I'm like--Y U NO USE SPOILER TAG?!

[soulisfucked]

John chuckled, "Yeah--another one. When? In a decade or something?" He laughed it off but silenced himself gradually upon hearing that it may not go away, "...Maybe we can cut them off?" He suggested such a masochistic thing. Damn it John, calm your shit down and act normal for once.

Normal. Like hell this was normal...

John stood still, his head stooping low as he felt the touch upon his wings, flinching at first but not giving much more reaction as he just tried to breathe regularly. He hated showing anyone even the slightest weak side to himself--but this. Shit this was something else, "...You...uh..." He couldn't speak in statements, he feared if he did, Dean would hear something in his voice that even John would have called a pussy voice. "Done yet?" He asked as he tried to relax his muscles, before having his wings flinch and flap out from a closer touch near the root, "SHIT! Hey--fuck sorry." He shouted, but he felt his heart beating out of control, so fucking fast, and he found himself leaning slightly away from Dean's touch, "It's fucking reflex--sorry Dean...you--you--You need to be more fucking just gentle or some shit--it's making me fucking jump you asshole."

Yess. And then people gif the hell out of the episode.

[iustiviri]

Dean frowned slightly. "We could, but I don't know if that would actually do more harm than good considering they are literally attached to you." Plus, well, he sort of liked them. Not that he would admit to something like that, of course. They weren't his wings and he supposed if he'd been the one stuck with them then he'd likely not think they were cool, too.

"Not y--whoa!" Dean leaned back just in time to not get swiped in the face with the wings but he did feel a brush of feathers against his face. His green eyes were wide but not frightened or fearful, just surprised. "Hey, hey John, calm down, man. I'll try to be more careful, okay? You didn't hurt me, they didn't hurt me. Come on, relax a little okay?" He laughed just a tiny fraction at John's outburst, but tried to calm him down still. "I'll try to be quick about it."

OH GOD THOSE PEOPLE! UGH I ALWAYS WONDER--HOW?! HOW DID YOU GET IT?! IT'S ON THE TELLY STILL!!!!

[soulisfucked]

John felt his ears burn, he didn't know why but he was burning up around his face, "Shut up! Don't--don't fucking laugh at me damn it!" He felt like a child with a loud mouth, shouting at older classmate in highschool for picking on him, "Fine..." He sighed and closed his eyes, trying to calm himself down once again, "...I am fucking relaxed..." He muttered, turning his back to Dean once again, not wanting to look at him. Or rather hide your face from him.

"Is it clean yet?" He asked as he did his best to calm down, letting his wings relax, "...they're sensitive..." He just muttered, "...so don't linger damn it..." He just lowered his head, hiding his face as he dipped to face the ground, "...you fucking pervert." John, stop blushing you stupid fuck. Stop it....or don't.

I KNOW. But then I can't watch it live so I have to wait for links to popup so I can stream or dl it

[iustiviri]

He waited patiently until John complied and calmed down enough he could get at the wings, his fingers gentle as they smoothed out the feathers, twisting them so they were in the right direction and not all messed up. He tried to be as careful as utterly possible, especially the closer to the base of the wings he got where they connected to his back.

"You're doing good, John. I'm almost done," he said, reaching up to gently trace his fingers along the bony structure of the wing itself, completely fascinated. Hey, it wasn't every day that someone you new sprouted wings. "You doin' okay there? Not hurtin' you is it?"

Me too! It's like they have some secret place for Tumblr Master Gif makers D8

[soulisfucked]

John shivered upon the touch, closing his eyes before shaking out a sigh. His eyes were spinning, so dizzy from the blood rushing to his head, "Don't talk...to me like I'm some--" He swallowed hard and buried his face into the palm of of his hands, "...kid..." He sighed in relief when he thought that he was done and looked down at the ground, "Yeah. Why the fuck would I not be okay? Nothing hurts." He stood up and looked at his shirt, "Thanks." He didn't look at Dean, he just looked at his shirt, "Shit, no point of getting new shirt right?" He laughed it off as he then tried to move his wings, only to move them unevenly and have the weight make him tipsy before regaining his balance, "Holy shit--this...is going to fuck up my exocism..." He needed to master his wings soon, or else he wasn't going to last long here--or have enough to go back to LA.

Sorry for the delay! Was watching the new ep of Teen Wolf that came out. xD

[iustiviri]

"Sorry, you're right, you're not a kid." And sometimes it was hard to forget that, with how young John seemed sometimes, and the instinct it brought out in Dean to want to protect him. "Right, course. Well, there you go." He said, smiling a little. "No problem. You know, they're pretty bad ass looking, bet the demons would shit bricks if they saw you like that." Dean said with a small grin.

"Yeah, I wouldn't bother with shirts if they're just gonna rip them up." Dean got up and headed into the kitchen, pulling open the fridge to grab out two beers, then headed back into the living room and handed John one of the cans before he popped his own and took a drink from it. "You can crash here for awhile, if you want. And by crash I mean sleep, not trash the place with your massive wingspan," Dean teased as he took another drink.

It's all cool! I thought you got bored of my RP is all. XD

[soulisfucked]

John never felt this way towards anyone. No one ever took care of him. Everyone--well wanted him to stand the fuck up on his own and be his own soldier and army towards Hell. No one ever took care of him--ever. John never fucking suspected it would ever fucking happen to him at all, he had also given up.

"Shit they are, aren't they?" He pointed out, agreeing as he did a small turn to get a look at his wings. He didn't think that this would ever have an upside until now. "Thanks." He took the beer and looked over at Dean before taking a seat next to him, "..." He felt speechless, "...wait what?" He muttered before looking over at Dean, "You fucking serious?" John never had anyone take him in before, "Holy shit--what the--shit you're not a half angel shit--w..." John was fucking lost, why was Dean so nice to him? "You fucking--what the fuck are you?" Is how he thanked Dean before reaching out and giving him a hug--wow what? A hug? He quickly pulled away and cleared his throat, "I mean--shit uh...I think we say uh--shit thanks?"

Not at all! If I ever don't reply it's cause I'm asleep, not online yet or errands or something lol

[iustiviri]

The funny thing was, was that he saw some of himself in John. Saw this kid who had a shit life, had been dealt a bad hand but still tried to make use of it, still tried to do some good. Once or twice Dean had thought of giving up when he'd been younger, saddled with more than a kid his age should have ever been given. But he hadn't, in the end, though he'd been close. His brother was what had kept him from doing it, because if he put an end to it then there wouldn't be anyone to take care of him, god knows his father did a shit job.

"I'm just as human as you, I promise," he said with a small grin, amused that John couldn't seem to wrap his head around the fact that he offered him to stay here. He would have done it sooner, but he didn't want John to think he was taking pity on him. He wasn't, knew damn well John could take care of himself. But, really, he liked the kid and liked his company. It was nice to not be alone for once.
He was surprised when John hugged him but he returned it easily, patting his back. "You're welcome."

Me too >_<;; pray do tell when my rps get out of hand or boring. >A<;;!

[soulisfucked]

John grinned and glanced over at Dean as he stood up, "Shit, should bring some pretty girls here and have a party or some shit." Of course when John usually said girls they were majority of half demons. "Too bad they are all at Papa Midnite's Night Club in Los Angeles..." He sighed, he knew that there were few around where they were but that didn't really matter since--well he really didn't care about them. He preferred Dean's company over any of them right now. They only made him feel shittier by telling him stories of how fucked up he was going to be and just how much Lucifer wanted to just take a lick at him.

"Don't know what the fuck I'll be now though--you think it'll disappear at all?" He asked as he took a sip of his bottle of beer and tilted his head to indicate his wings, "...Don't want to really free load off of you. I mean...I can still fucking live on my own but uh..." Wow he was going to sound really weak right now--fuck that. John don't. You don't like looking powerless right? It feeds Lucifer's hunger--don't--don--"Until I get used to these wings, I don't think I'll be able to get much job done--most I can do is maybe small exorcising here and there but uh--I'll get the money to pay you for letting me stay here. That much I fucking owe you."

I will~ but I think you're doing just fine right now. :D

[iustiviri]

"You can help me, that's what you can do," he said, not wanting John to feel as if he wouldn't be able to do anything, even in this state. He knew what it was like to feel helpless, and he hated that feeling, despised and knew John had to be feeling that way now. "When I get a case, you can help me research it, for as long as you have the wings. And when I'm gone on a case, you can take care of my place for me." He didn't only hunt demons, there were other nasties out there that he got rid of and most times it took him out of town.

"You don't have to worry about paying me back, John, seriously. It's all good. Just keep yourself out of trouble, that's more than enough payment." Because truth be told he cared for John, had gotten to know him in the sort time they'd travelled together before they came here and Dean wanted to settle for awhile, take a break from the constant travel. It worked out well so far. "You can stay as long as you need to, I don't mind." He liked the company, at any rate.