[Dean is mid fight and he's got a grin on his face. It's clear he's taken some of his own beatings today. He's got a knife in one hand and he's keeping his distance, lighter on his feet than most people would give him credit for. He waits, circling and watching before he darts in with the knife, dipping low to slice through the connecting tissue of ( Read more... )

Called God a dick
Called God an asshole
Called God an asswipe
Killed Santa

Know what? This is bullshit.

Dear Cas:

Bring me a bottle of whiskey for Christmas.

Love Dean.

[Dean is sitting at the bar with an empty glass and a half a bottle of whiskey. He's watching the network instead of paying attention to anything else. He remembers this day and he dreads it and he looks forward to it. There's never any telling who will show up. Finally after a great deal of contemplation he picks the device up]No. I don't do full ( Read more... )

I thought it was the best day when it rained cake. I was so friggin' wrong. This is the best day ever.

Justin, Beckett, gonna be later than usual. Two words. Beer. Shower.

Cas, this is for you. You gotta work on that ( Read more... )

[The device is sitting in the passenger seat of the Impala. For once the music is off. Dean is parked outside watching an impromptu baseball game between a father and his son. He grips the wheel of the Impala tightly so that his knuckles turn white. When he starts speaking it's softly.]All I ever really wanted was Sam to get a normal life. To play ( Read more... )

Everyone here bitches about this place. [He does a mocking, high pitched voice for this next part] Oh no. I got cursed. I think I'm in Hell. [And then his voice returns to typical broody Dean//Batman voice]

( Cut for possible squick talk about torture )

[Zeppelin is blaring from the Impala's radio. Dean has the windows down and a gun on the seat next to him. Twelve Labours and he's got to get them done today which means he's a busy guy. He's got that look of sheer determination on his face. There's no screwing around, no goofing off. Not today]

[ooc: This is an open post to try and steal the ( Read more... )

The Westerberg Soccer team is practicing today after school. You can still try out if you aren't on the team already. Giant wusses won't be accepted.

On that note, if you're gonna show up today be prepared to run 'til you puke. Otherwise go join the chess geeks.

I'll see you there.

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You know, you think you know someone. You think you've got a bead on them and then they surprise the fuck out of you by being a giant, raving, crazy bitch.

I should have figured. This is how it always turns out.

[ooc:Dean is cursed with the second part of the curse. He's pissed and bitching out bufferprincess