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This meme deals with three types of love, angsty, sweet, and twisted! Please note that there are triggers abound!
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That may be true among the men of the camp. I consider myself lucky enough to know better.
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I dunno if I'd go quite that far... Though I guess some people just don't consider 'drop and give me fifty' to be particularly charming, Sarge.
[He's only teasing, of course, he doubts that Dean would ever interrupt any of his... activities to go all Full Metal Jacket on anyone. He knocks back the rest of his drink and finds, to his surprise (and delight!) that it's already starting to work its way through his body. God bless the good stuff... He holds his glass out to Dean, not wanting to fall too far behind even though he always has a bit of a head start with these things.]
Top me off?
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[He immediately grabbed Cas's drink and filled it up just as much as his. He honestly would drink the whole bottle by himself, usually the fanciest whiskey he got was Maker's Mart. Still, Cas was being really nice...for some reason]
You sure you don't need anything Cas? Inviting me over, breaking out the good stuff. No alterior motives?
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Eh. Different strokes. Thanks.
[He grabs his glass back and takes another drink before arranging himself on the couch, pointedly leaning on Dean just a bit.]
You misunderstand me, Dean. This is more like a hostage situation.
[Maybe he has some ulterior motives... But he's not gonna mention those right now. He has a feeling they'll expose themselves after he's had a bit more to drink. Or smoke, but first things first, they haven't even gotten there yet.]
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Is it? What the hell brought that on?
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[He ignores the second part of the question in favour of taking another drink; the more he has, the better it gets and he's very much okay with that.
And he's not stupid, he knows there's absolutely no way he could keep Dean here if the man decides he really wants to leave... But Cas knows Dean, and he knows that if he'd really wanted to leave, he'd already be gone. Hell, he probably wouldn't have even stepped over the threshold and into the cabin.]
Don't worry, I'm not going to tie you to a chair. [He pauses, thoughtful.] Unless you want me to.
[What? He knows quite a few people here who are into that.]
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[Not that he'd turn it down...]
Not that I'd turn it down.
[Brain to mouth filter: one of the first things to go, apparently. He's treading on thin ice now and he knows it, though he doesn't know why he's walking on eggshells with this, it's not like they'd never... He's just gonna leave it at that, and if Dean drops it, well, it really wasn't his intention anyway. Maybe a perk, but certainly not the only reason he'd dragged Dean here. He takes another generous gulp of his drink.]
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To keep you from killing yourself.
[Easier said than done, clearly. He sighs.]
I'm serious. I get that I'm new to the whole mortal club and all, but even I know that you can only go so far before you just can't [and he makes a vague gesture with his hands] go anymore.
[He finishes off his drink and reaches for the bottle.]
Can't have you leaving me here alone.
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Good. 'Cause we'd be fucked. [A pause.] I'd be fucked.
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[Leaning his head against Dean's shoulder, he sighs. This isn't exactly how he'd imagined things going, but it's nice to have some kind of reassurance.]
I'm gonna hold you to that.
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