The Eldest Winchester
“You’re the same thing, only bigger. The same brand of cockroach I’ve been squashing my whole life. An ugly, evil, belly to the ground supernatural piece of crap. The only difference between them and you, is the size of your ego.”
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14th January at 5:47 pm
#wait for it …#wait for iiittt # .____. # pees on.

#O_____________________________O #whoa #deen #whoa. #I know u like me but u don’t have 2 mark ur territory #nose flick #bad hunter #bad.



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—-I could kill you with my bare hands right now if I wanted too. I have lived a lot of life, been through more battles and wars than you have been, lost more than you ever could——and yet you dare speak to a God in that tone.
                                                                     ————Do you have death wish, boy?

You got no idea what I’ve seen, what I’ve done. I’ve killed Gods like you for shits and giggles. Ain’t no damn way you’ve lost half as much as I have, no matter how old you are. You’re just one more ugly I can rid the world of. You think you have a story? You wouldn’t last a day in my world. In my head. This ain’t no pissin’ match. I’m the monster they send after things like you.

                                                      [Aren’t you going to admit you want just that, little soldier?]



golden—locks:

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nu huh. i’ll be fighting them back with my sexy asgardian moves and hammer. mostly my hammer. a little lightning too. basically the hammer and lightning.

Puh-lease. You’ll twirl around on your twinkle toes and no one is scared of your sissy slugger. What are you gonna do? Build them a house? I kill things with my hands, go home princess.



#u will nawt. .___. # do eet biatch # i fucking dare u

#did u just #u fucker. #touches the peen b/c i ownz dat. #prollem?



the-girl-with-a-knife-collection:

"You can’t tell me what to do Dean. If I want to go, I will!" Jo argued.

     [Of course she’d argue. Keep your cool, little soldier.
                       ”Let me put this in terms you’ll understand; walk out of my gates, and I’ll make sure your ass is doin’ more than dishes for so long you’ll forget what freedom tastes like. S’not all fun and games out there.”





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14th January at 4:51 pm
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Hi guys!
I’ll be here for the day, but if by any chance I leave, I’ll be over here
I should also start new things, because honestly, I miss you guys.
SO, I’m going to be doing touch ups, and pointing out, since this account was started in, 2011 it’s technically 2016 for Dean. 
|: And tomorrow is the 15th so he’s going to be overly asshole-ish about it.
That’s it.
I’m shutting up now :)



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thedyingembers whispered:

""Dean. Deannn I'm cold open up!""

thedyingembers:

fracturedmonster:

"Cas? You- What?" The hunter stumbles out of bed, tripping over weapons he discarded in his mission to face plant on his mattress. Yanking open the door, strong arms reach out to pull the smaller man through the threshold, cursing. "Holy fuckin’ fuck. You tryin to be a penguin, or was this not intentional?"

"Its part of my charm." Grins nuzzling close with a contented sigh. "Of course I do. Why the hell would I pass free warm hugs with my favourite grumpy leader up?" Cas laughed peeking up at Dean with a confused frown. "Askin’ bout what? And I am. You tend to have a sick up your butt with anyone that’s not me or over 13."

     ”You’re charming, alright.” He snorts, tightening ever so slightly around him. “I’m not that bad, okay? They shouldn’t be so damn irritating. Even the kids pick up faster than half the adults. S’hard enough without people askin’ for directions they’ve already got fifteen times a day. S’easier with you here. You speak their language. M’good with a gun, but I ain’t the leadin’ type. I’ve always been a damn good soldier, nothin’ more.” And he feels a little better getting it off his chest. He’s not cut out for this role, but he wouldn’t trade it for the life of him. “We’re gettin’ you a coat tomorrow, before you freeze your balls off and never come back.”



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12th January at 5:16 pm
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thedyingembers whispered:

""Dean. Deannn I'm cold open up!""

thedyingembers:

fracturedmonster:

"Cas? You- What?" The hunter stumbles out of bed, tripping over weapons he discarded in his mission to face plant on his mattress. Yanking open the door, strong arms reach out to pull the smaller man through the threshold, cursing. "Holy fuckin’ fuck. You tryin to be a penguin, or was this not intentional?"

Cas whined, curling closer to Dean. “It’s bullshit is what it is.” The exangel huffed, tucking his head under Dean’s chin with a sigh.

The leader snorts, cracking an eye open to peer down at him. “M’never gonna get used to the coarse language from you. It’s cool though. At least you come back.” And at this point, he doubts he’s going back to sleep anyways, so he settles for being a personal space heater. “Chuck’s been askin’ bout you. ‘Parrently you’re more reasonable than I am.”



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12th January at 2:49 am
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