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[bloodsaltedshifting]

@ghstfacr || nightamres & sleeping meme || accepting!

“I broke the lock. You were screaming.”

no matter how many time's he's tried to save him. he keeps getting the same outcome. every door he opens and runs through? sam's dead on the other side. he's killed the fucking demon three different ways. out ran it twice. and dean just can't do it. the door opens. sam's bloodied and limp. torn apart and gone. hanging and staring down at him with vacant eyes. burnt and a shadow blazed into the fucking concrete. make that make sense! you can't! cause DEAN can't!

the more he finds him broken, bloodied and dead--the more panicked dean gets. and he can't wake up. there's no waking up and he's starting to think he's not dreaming anymore. maybe he really is awake and this is some kind of fucking hell he's ended up trapped in with no escaping.

this time the door's still bloody with his handprints. crimson that's not his own. and this time sam's standing there. neck twisted. eyes rolled white and then they fill with black. teeth gnashing together with thick black dripping through them spilling between his lips, "you did this.." he hisses. wet vitriol. laced with hisses and gutteral noises in languages that haunt him from the dark. dean screams. and then there's a bang.

round, wild eyes stare at the face that comes into view. 'i broke the lock. you were screaming.' and dean's scrambling up out of bed. half dressed and his palms brushing wildly at his face. "i..uh..yeah.. wow," one swings to cup the back of his neck and he jerks the other one towards the bed puffing out a hasty laugh. brush it off. don't let her see you sweat. literally. "spider! whew... thank god. you busted the lock--wait--you what?" he jerks an impressed brow up. anything to get that vision out of his head. ANYTHING!

#featuring: julianna westbrook (ghstfacr) #ghstfacr #oh hi dere! i winged it. sorry. cold and my brain is foggy. ily. #lay your weary head to rest. (chapter i.)

[shadowbrn]

❝ i have a spare bed. ❞

@ghstfacr liked this post for a starter.

#ghstfacr #—— ic. noah puckerman #of all the things to randomize i have to go

[bloodsalteds]

@ghstfacr || ooh la la meme from there! || accepting!

( keep quiet ) our muses are having to be very quiet when having sex. think muffled moans, keeping their hands over their mouths, little giggles, and shushes.

the walls inside the bathroom are paper thin and they've got a damn room with sam sleeping far too close for dean's comfort. but what was supposed to be getting ready to go to bed. turned out? not so much getting ready for bed rather.. her mouth ended up on his. her fingers were in his hair. his hands were buried in hers. and their tongues were greedily tasting one another..

..dark tresses spilled through his grip as he tilted her head back and kissed her deeper. holding back his groan as he felt himself tipping past the part where this stays calm. and the warmth that spread across his shoulders and down his chest didn't go unnoticed by her hands when they began to explore his skin. so much for his fingers keeping a grip where they were. so harmlessly gripping the dark silky strands he loved the texture and feel of.

because when they curled underneath her thighs and had her lifted up on the bathroom counter, her panties were pulled off and on the floor before she had a chance to settle herself. dean's mouth was next to her ear. voice deep and barely above a whisper, "gotta keep quiet, baby. promise me." and then his hand covered her lips as a condom was slipped on from the overnight bag near her thigh. quieter clean up. quicker, too.

he didn't waste any time. his need for her was NOW. so said the roll of his eyes when he was touching himself just to get the damn rubber on. one-handed even. her knees spread with his hips, one arm now around her waist. he meets her eyes and holds them. lips parted and staying that way as he pulls her to the edge of the counter in a needful, rushed jerk. she's right there, so close and he knows she'll be ready. she's always so quick for him. and he doesn't take his eyes off hers when he pushes inside, gazes blinking slowly as he lazily pushes himself all the way in until he bottoms out letting her walls wrap around him with a heat that makes him bite into his bottom lip to hold in his moan. oh hell..

#featuring: julianna winchester (ghstfacr) #ghstfacr #under the neon lights. i think we might get married in vegas. (chapter viii) #tw ooh la la

[qapsiel]

@ghstfacr in response to lies

                            GOOD LUCK TRYING TO BAN AN ANGEL TO HELL WITHOUT GOD'S HELP. That only ever happened once (to Lucifer, obviously). And anyway, Castiel knows how to get out of the pit; he saved Dean's soul and Sam's body from there, after all. "I once lied to Sam and Dean," he says with a frown. "What makes you better than them?"

#ghstfacr #( v: undetermined ) #(Cas: haha I lied to the guys I pulled out of hell why wouldn't I lie to you?)

[goldenboybarracuda]

@ghstfacr sent a meme // [text] Stuart Little is a bitch and Remy could take him any day.

[ sms — jules ]: FACTS 👏🏻

[ sms — jules ]: at least remy wanted to better the world you know. what did that fucking mouse do?

[ sms — jules ]: real talk… this isn’t like code for something right? cause if it’s a 911, I am not in the area or the country for that matter. but I could pull that FSOTUS card if needed.

#ghstfacr #( habla alex || answered asks )

[bloodsalted]

@ghstfacr || a meme continuation || he's never letting this die.

first time it happens is when they're leaving the scene were they've burned the dead yoga instructors' bodies into lil crispy nothings that were easily gotten rid of and decide to stop for drinks on the way back to the motel. they know it's coming because as sam jumps out of the car and asks if dean's coming along for the ride--that sparkle comes to his eyes and a mischievous grin spreads across his lips to chase after it.

"namaste in the car," and his head falls back to rest against the headrest cocking to the side only when he hears jules let out a flustered HUFF and scurry out to join sam. no doubt avoiding the laugh that comes from an overly PROUD dean who stares at the impala's interior roof while they go in and grab food and drinks.

hands are drumming lightly against the steering wheel of the car. to the beat of spirit in the sky on the radio by the time they come back. it's because everyone's safe. everyone's okay that he allows himself to lift his head and turn his attention first to his brother and then, with a pivot and an arm snaking across the front seat for leverage--his wife.

"peace and greetings" he bows a solemn nod to her. all sage yoga-y. "what did ya bring? is there caffeine in there?" man that face is still twisted in a devilish expression. he's just not gonna be able to shake this. it's not in him. tired or not. "i could really use some caffeine."

#featuring: julianna winchester (ghstfacr) #ghstfacr #under the neon lights. i think we might get married in vegas. (chapter viii)

[wolfskrieger]

❛  i didn't think you'd care so much.  ❜

Arms cross over his chest, light brow arching up as he looks at the smaller figure. He doesn't answer right away, opting to look her over once more before letting out a sigh before lifting a shoulder up and shrugging. "Who says I care?" Leon finally says back, hazel eyes looking away and back as he speaks. "You just seem to have a death wish for some reason." He adds and for someone who couldn't die, he knew how that looked. The blond himself had tried a multitude of things that should kill a person but here he stood because the gods wouldn't allow it. He was forever to stay on the earth away from the ones he loved, something he had accepted a long time ago. And maybe that was why he had a hard time still, connecting to another person because in the end he'd be left all alone again. Why admit he cared? Why have them hang around until they couldn't anymore? "Don't put too much meaning behind it, alright? It's not as big of a deal as you think it is, nor is it what you think it is. You know what I mean." He grumbles, a bit annoyed at himself as he stops talking and shakes his head.

Random Dialogue Sentence Starters | Accepting | @ghstfacr

#ghstfacr #𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐝 → answered #𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐲 𝐠𝐨𝐝𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 → arc i

[aintashes]

daryl's head lifts from his project as @ghstfacr approaches. his hands are occupied by a chain on his motorcycle, oily lubricant staining his palms as well as the rag he's using to spread it all across each linking piece.

‘ what's up? ’ the tool held in his teeth wobbles a little as he speaks, eyes squinting at her through the afternoon sun. holding the rag against the mouth of the lubricant bottle, daryl pours a little more onto the fabric.

#ghstfacr #a little thing for u :') #starter. ( closed )

[diemauer]

@ghstfacr sent : [ lean ] sender rests their head on receiver's shoulder { niklas ! }

                                 the  train  ride  had  been  rather  relaxing  and  needed  considering  they  spent  hours  wondering  through  the  city  ,  going  from  shop  to  shop.  he  almost  forgot  how  it  felt  to  do  such  things.  often  in  the  past  ,  having  to  tag  along  on  his  little  sister's  sprees  that  she  liked  to  do.  of  course  that  was  a  long  time  ago.  he  rarely  visited  home.  he  was  almost  dozing  off  when  he  felt  her  head  on  his  shoulder.  lips  forming  into  a  soft  smile  before  he  pressed  a  kiss  to  the  top  of  her  head  ."  you  can  sleep  if  you  need  to  .  i'll  wake  you  when  we  get  to  our  stop.  " 

#ghstfacr

[lcstinfantasy]

closed starter for @ghstfacr

"jesus fuck -- do you just hide in corners? is that a thing?" rafe asks, being caught off guard by her presence. not that he was against it but she was hiding behind the door like a little creep.

#ghstfacr #(threads || rafe cameron) #hope this is okay!

[unitcd]

❛ don’t shut me out. please. ❜ { jj }

Don't shut her out.

He hears the words, but he's already doing exactly what she's asking him NOT to do. Anxious hands going to trudge through messy blond hair, JJ begins to pace. ". . . Fuck."

He's not great under pressure, anyone could have told Julianna that this was how he'd most likely react, but she hadn't asked. . . "What do we do? I don't know what the fuck to do, usually John B is the one with the plan, either him or Pope. Last time I came up with a plan, I got thrown in jail for a hot minute." And that wasn't fun, especially when he'd seen his father there. Thankfully, that piece of shit was far, FAR away but even still - - - those memories were engrained in JJ's mind.

"Just think, okay, yeah - - -." His brain was whirring not much chance of a coherent plan let alone a coherent PLAN coming out of there any time soon.

#ghstfacr #reply: jj #v: obx

[lumiiiscorner]

POSITIVITY FOR @ghstfacr FROM anonymous

em?? @ghstfacr and like a billion other blogs? such talent, such sweetness, many hugs!!! but seriously? thank you for all the love and care you put into your muses and your partners. we're so lucky to have you!

#lumis positivity corner . . . positive message #ghstfacr

[qapsiel]

@ghstfacr in response to pestering

                            HE DOESN'T EVEN BLINK WHEN SHE FLOPS DOWN ON TOP OF HIM, just waits until she has rolled away to carefully flip a page in his book about insects in the Middle East. "Okay," he says pragmatically, "then I suggest we stop being best friends until I'm done reading. That means there is no unwritten rule about being the victim of your pestering, and you have to go bother Sam. He's in the dungeon."

#ghstfacr #( v: bunker stories )

[goldenboybarracuda]

@ghstfacr sent a meme // [ 📲 text: ]  i just got out of the shower.

[ sms — jules ]: oh fuck me.

[ sms — jules ]: you’re so evil for telling me that but not showing me

[ sms — jules ]: 😔😔😔😔😔

#ghstfacr #( habla alex || answered asks )

[bloodsalted]

@ghstfacr || meme continuation || from here.

[ sms : she bites 😬 ] is this an us pick up line? [ sms : she bites 😬 ] it feels like an us pick up line.. [ sms : she bites 😬 ] one where you're about to say-ha ha just kidding. of course i want to dig up mister sack of bones and malicious intent before he ends up murdering more unsuspecting townsfolk. [ sms : she bites 😬 ] cause that's part of my whole spooky ghost hunter vibe and i don't need sam or dean winchester stealing that. just show up with a match and lighter fluid, babe. i'm gonna show you how it's done! [ sms : she bites 😬 ] shit. okay. okay. i'll dig up the body. [ sms : she bites 😬 ] that means we're gonna have sex. [ sms : she bites 😬 ] ....right?

#featuring: julianna winchester (ghstfacr) #ghstfacr #under the neon lights. i think we might get married in vegas. (chapter viii)

[wolfskrieger]

❛  where are you taking me?  ❜

There's a serious expression shot over his shoulder in her direction for a moment, letting him see her out of the corner of his eye before turning his head forward once more. "Away from here." A simple answer and one that was completely obvious. There had been no reason to give an answer like that, he could have been more helpful and yet he wasn't. Maybe because he wasn't in the best of moods and that was something else he wasn't hiding. "You don't need to be here, this place?" He now looks back over his shoulder once ore at her. "This is not where you hunt for ghosts." She was trespassing on scared ground, sacred to him anyway. Not that he was going to elaborate on that any further. "So I'm taking you away from here." It seemed simple enough, his explanation and answer was hopefully going to be enough for her.

Random Dialogue Starters | Accepting | @ghstfacr

#ghstfacr #𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐝 → answered #𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐲 𝐠𝐨𝐝𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 → arc i