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Me at 11:00 PM for no reason in particular: Hm, I wonder how many followers I h-
*Horrendous choking sounds*
meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow
STOOOOOOOOOOOOPP
I SWEAR TO FUCKING MONTY ON A STICK
HOW MANY OF U R THERE
IT JUST KEEPS ON HAPPENING
IF I SEE ONE MORE NOTIF LIKE THIS I AM GONNA LOOSE IT-
Jokes aside, he does make a good point. There are both pros and cons but still, why would you trust a person who admitted to letting you die and then said the base you worked on for months was only worth 1 diamond
Foolish, honey, you’re one of the few people on the server with common sense… SO I SWEAR IF YOU JOIN LAS NEVADAS I WILL LOSE IT! /J
(I promise this is a joke, if he joins then that’s fine. I just like characters with common sense)
Dean: Hey, Sammy, you're looking a little pale today. Wanna do the thing?
Dean: Hey, Sammy, my blood feels really crowded today. Can you take some?
Dean: Hey, Sammy, my blood's still drunk from last night, I probably shouldn't drive. But maybe if we swap a little...
samdean having the same blood type is so important to me like icb we never saw them giving each other blood transfusions.
it would’ve been john’s idea at first… sam gets a serious injury on one of his first hunts and he’s losing blood but they’re in the woods and john— calm, ignoring the obvious horror and self-blame on dean’s face— orders dean to the car, go get the first aid kit. dean’s out of breath when he gets back, silently taking over putting pressure on sam’s wound, entire focus on keeping him awake, you’re okay sammy, just look at me. he barely takes notice of john until he’s pulling dean’s left hand off sam, pushing up his sleeve. dean barely even glances at him until he feels something stick in his forearm. that’s when he looks, seeing plastic tubing and needles. he makes brief eye contact with his father, understanding despite never going to a doctor before, and turns back to sam. sam barely reacts to the needle in his arm, and dean sits there in shock until john smacks him on the side of the head, ordering him to stand up. dean obeys, already a good soldier at 17. he stands over sam like a guardian angel, watching his blood travel down the tube into sam’s veins as john sews his wound shut.
john knows from looking at him that he must be lightheaded, but dean still insists on helping sammy back to the car, sticking close to him like he doesn’t want to let go.
both boys in the backseat, pale from blood loss, but alive. sam’s head is on dean’s shoulder, and deans arm is around him, blood-stained fingers dragging up and down his arm slowly, soothing.
john doesn’t even argue about them sharing a bed that night; he’s too tired. dean refuses to leave sam’s side for a moment, washing sam’s face, hands and stomach without doing the same for himself. they fall asleep with sam’s face almost against dean’s chest and dean’s arms tight around him, feeling him breathing.
once they know they can, they do it a lot. dean offering when it’s really not necessary, and sam letting him, both pretending they don’t just enjoy sharing everything about themselves.
and Maybe when they get a drop of blood on their hands they just lick it off instead of dirtying their clothes and Maybe that’s where sam got his taste for blood from but who am i to say
OK ITS BEEN 13 DAYS WHERE IS MY CAINE ANS BUBBLE PLUSH MY SUPER UPER MEGA CAINE FIGURE MY CAINE BODYPILLOW OR MY CAINE POSTER WITH JUST CAINE ON I CANT HANDLE IT WHERE IS IT RAAAAGGGHGHHHH
not sincerely
-@cainesrealwife
Ah. Feelings. Wow. Thats uh. Overwhelming.