Don't be so damn benign
and don't waste my fucking time.
lose with eloquence ;




"Guys!" He pounded on the door some more, trying to get something, anything from his brothers——and then the peephole open and he gave shallow, raspy breaths. "Don’t do this—-don’t do this to me."

He shook his head. “How can you do this to me? I’m doing the right thing, can’t you see? I’m going to stop it—-Dean—-Mikey, please. Just—-let me out. Let me help—-let me do this!”

His brothers were just—-stones. It was like they couldn’t move, wouldn’t open the door. “Don’t do this——not to me. P-please.”

Dean didn’t want to look at either Mike or Sam right now. It hurt too much. He knew this was for Sam’s own good, but it didn’t mean it was going to be easy. “Sam, this is how it’s gotta be.” He knew that he had to be the hard ass here. Mikey didn’t have that in him. Not when it came to his brothers.

His hand was still on the peephole door and he slowly started to swing it shut. His eyes met Sam’s for a moment but without another word to him he let it fall shut. He knew now, and that was that. Maybe he’d forgive him for this later. If he didn’t, oh well. At least he wasn’t addicted to it anymore.

"Try and get some rest," he called through to Sam, one last thing and then he turned towards the stairs. His eyes finally fell on his twin again, and Dean waited. "C’mon, Mike. We’ve done everything we can."


A pang fell over Mike’s heart and conscious as he heard his younger brother’s pleas on the other side of the door. He had to remind himself that this was for his own good. They had tried what they could to pull Sam back and with that method clearly failing they needed to invoke something more drastic to give the youngest Winchester a wake up call. It may have been cruel to force the man go cold turkey.

Nodding silently to Dean, Mikey gives one last tap of his hand on the door. “Sorry Sam — just give it time, we’ll let you out later.” The promise was true, though he didn’t know just how much later ‘later’ would be. He had hopes that it wouldn’t be too long, but there was just no real way of telling.

Following Dean to the stairs with a sigh, he tried his best not to allow the guilt to sink too deep. Starting up the steps made Mike feel like he was leaving Sam behind even though they would just be upstairs if they were really needed by him.

  “Dean! Mikey!” He screamed, fists pounding against the iron door. God—- this wasn’t happening. What had they been thinking? Locking him in here—- He continued to let screams pour from his lips until his throat was dry and his voice was hoarse. 

Sam sat on the edge of the makeshift bed, and put his face in his hands. This was not what he wanted. He just wanted to help. He could help—- why couldn’t they see that? Why—- why didn’t they trust him? Why? Why? Why?!

That’s when—- he started to see things. Things that weren’t real. But—- they felt real. It felt like it was inside him. Desperately trying to claw it’s way out of his chest. 

Sam screamed.

And he never stopped screaming.


Who watched all of Speed 2 for this guy?

Oh yeah.  That’d be me.

Put “I mean…” in my inbox if your muse has masturbated thinking about my muse.

Put “I mean…KIND OF” if it was on more than one occasion.

inspired by (x)

     ”——— I’m sorry—-
      didn’t mean to . . bump into you.”

Sentence Meme sentences


  • "Are you crazy?”
  • "Are you even listening to me?"
  • "Are you even listening to yourself?"
  • "Are you sure they won’t find out?”
  • "Are you sure this is legal?”
  • "Are you sure you know what you’re doing?”
  • "Are you threatening me?"
  • "Be mine."
  • "Do I know you?"
  • "Do you love me?"
  • "Do you remember this?"
  • "Do you trust me?"
  • "Don’t go."
  • "Don’t let me die"
  • "Don’t look at me like that."
  • "Don’t make me beg.”
  • "Don’t you dare come near me!"
  • "Don’t you dare."
  • "Explain yourself."
  • "For you, I would _____"
  • "Give it back."
  • "Give me another chance."
  • "Have you ever even done this before?"
  • "How drunk are you right now?"
  • "I already regret this."
  • "I am not wearing that.”
  • "I can’t believe you missed that."
  • "I can’t do this anymore."
  • "I can’t even look at you."
  • "I could kill you!"
  • "I dare you." or "I dare you to _____."
  • "I didn’t do it.""
  • "I didn’t know you could do that."
  • "I don’t want to look at you right now.”
  • "I guess this is goodbye.”
  • "I hate you."
  • "I have to go."
  • "I just want to cuddle."
  • "I know your secret.”
  • "I love you, but I really wish I didn’t.”
  • "I love you."
  • "I miss you so very much."
  • "I missed you."
  • "I need a drink."
  • "I need a hug."
  • "I never really loved you."
  • "I owe you."
  • "I think I broke it."
  • "I think I’m falling in love with you. "
  • "I think I’m forgetting something."
  • "I think it’s broken.”
  • "I trust you."
  • "I want to be yours."
  • "I want to try this thing I read in a book.”
  • "I want you. Naked. In my bed. Now."
  • "I’ll be there in five minutes.”

”This is really inappropriate.”
  • "I’m all for spicing thing’s up, but isn’t this a bit much?”
  • "I’m bad for you.”
  • "I’m dying."
  • "I’m going to be sick."
  • "I’m not speaking to you anymore."
  • "I’m pregnant and it’s yours."
  • "I’ve never heard that one before."
  • "If you stay quiet, no one will know.”
  • "Is that my shirt?"
  • "It was me"
  • "It’s so beautiful.”
  • "It’s time to choose.”
  • "Just five more minutes."
  • "Just go."
  • "Just leave me alone."
  • "Just let me die."
  • "Just relax."
  • "Just what did we do last night?"
  • "Kiss me you idiot."
  • "Kiss me."
  • "Make me."
  • "Marry me?"
  • "My Parents don’t know"
  • "My parents know.""
  • "Never again."
  • "Nh, don’t be so rough!"
  • "No, that can’t be my baby."
  • "No! You can’t die on me now!"
  • "Put it away.”
  • "Put your trousers on!"
  • "Put. The. Weapon. Down."
  • "Shut up and listen."
  • "Take responsibility."
  • "That isn’t mine."
  • "That looked easier on TV."
  • "That sounds painful."
  • "That was a bad plan."
  • "That’s mine!”
  • "That’s the cheesiest pickup line I’ve ever heard."
  • "They’re coming.”
  • "This seems familiar."
  • "This stays between us."
  • "Truth hurts, don’t it?"
  • "Want to hear a secret?"
  • "We need to talk."
  • "We’re moving too fast.”
  • "Well that was unexpected."
  • "What are we doing here?"
  • "What are you afraid of?"
  • "What are you touching?"
  • "What are you?"
  • "What do you need?"
  • "What happened to you?"
  • "What have I done this time?"
  • "What if someone catches us?”
  • "What sort of noise was that?”
  • "What the hell do you think you’re doing?"
  • "What were you thinking?"
  • "Where are my clothes?"
  • "Where did you find this?"
  • "Where do you even find this sort of thing?”
  • "Where were you?"
  • "Who’d have guessed you could pull such a face?”
  • "Why are you wearing that?"
  • "Why yes, I am as think as you drunk I am."
  • "You could have died!”
  • "You could have killed someone!"
  • "You coward."
  • "You don’t need to be so gentle.”
  • "You drive me crazy!"
  • "You have ten minutes, so make it quick.”
  • "You lied to me!"
  • "You mean everything to me."
  • "You owe me."
  • "You. Come. Snuggle. NOW!"
  • "You’re all out of ____."
  • "You’re an idiot.”
  • "You’re bad for me.”
  • "You’re dead to me."
  • "You’re pregnant and It’s mine"
  • "You’re really good at this…”
  • "You’re so weird."
  • "You’re under arrest."

color meme: sam + deep blue for samssadness

There’s so much evil out there in the world, I feel like I could drown in it.


dontscratchthewalls )






"Such a shame. You wouldn’t be able to party with me." 

He rolled his shoulders, gave a small smirk of his own. He wasn’t about to back down. Not now. Renatus wasn’t dealing with some kid. “Give me all you got, Tightass.” Licking his lips, he pressed more into him, his hands moving to grope at the Agent’s groin. “Show me a good time.”

There was some level of this was just poking at each other, they both knew it.  But Renatus knew there was some lower level of himself that actually had a frustration at hunters that just kept growing.  However, to Wesson’s advantage there were other interests and body parts gaining some strength over the day.  ”Let’s hope you’re a decent tight ass.” Renatus murmured, biting his lip as the other’s hands found their aim and moaned a little.  They hadn’t done anything as of yet, he didn’t know what he liked, but he knew what he himself liked.  

Pulling the other away from the door, it was almost a too practiced move, though it usually wasn’t over sex as he used his weight to make the other stumble forward, keeping one arm in Renatus’ grip.  With a sidestep, a push behind him, a pull, and a few steps forward with keeping Wesson off balance, he had Wesson bent over his desk, leaning over him as he kept his arm pinned against his back.

"That’s what I got taught." He stated, his hair falling in his face as he seemed to almost consider something, lifting his chin as he looked down at the other.  There was one thing he’d always wanted to do when Wesson was being a pain in the ass, and right now was the opportunity.  if he enjoyed it- good.  If not, Wesson deserved this for the last week or so.  

Renatus’ hand shot out- and came down hard on Wesson’s clothed ass- the desk keeping him from squirming too far away.

Wesson had been waiting for weeks to see if he could crack him. It got to the point Smith was doubting his game. Usually Wesson could charm anyone. But Agent Tightass. He was a special case.
For God sake, he used all his bubble bath in one night! 

He was strong, he give him that. He’d have to be to be an agent, this Wesson knew but the guy acted like such a pansy half the time it was amazing anyone took him seriously. 

Wesson gave a struggled chuckle as he arched his back, feeling the way he was pinned. Pretty hard to get out of. If this hadn’t been foreplay, Wesson just might be screwed.

He expected Renatus to like a lot of things.

Spanking was not one of them.

So when that palm connected with his backside, needless to say Wesson jumped. Both in surprised and over all arousal. 
"Damn—- didn’—— think you were the type." That was a nice feeling washing over him. Green light. Green light indeed.



       There were so many things going through Sam’s head. He had always wanted a dog. Since he was a child, he always saw dogs as a normal thing. They were loyal and—-
       Sam almost wanted to cry but he moved quickly, not wanting Dean to change his mind. Climbing on to the bed softly. The pup looked up, tilting her head at Sam before jumping at him. 
 It was like the youngest Winchester was a child all over again. He laughed and held her close as she licked and moved in his arms. She was a friendly thing that was for sure. 
   Looking up at his brother with a purely child like smile. “Dean. Thank you so much. This is… you didn’t have to do this.”


      The Winchesters weren’t big on exchanging gifts — Dean recalled just being happy with getting motor oil for Christmas from his brother. Yet somehow with everything that they had gone though, the elder brother felt as if he had never been able to really show just how much he cared for the other. They were the only constants in each other’s lives and he couldn’t ever take that fact for granted.

     As much as he didn’t care for dogs, he couldn’t help but do smile as Sam held the puppy in his arms. “You’re right — I didn’t have to. But that’s what you’ve always wanted, isn’t it? Just as long as you keep her out of my room and out of the car, she’s yours to keep.” This wasn’t about doing something for himself, or even his own happiness. Dean did this for Sam.

   Sam couldn’t help but be overjoyed. For once—- for once he felt like he had the perfect life. The normal life. 
  And it was complete with Dean at his side.
         ”This is just—- thank you. Thank you so much.”
   He rubbed the dog’s stomach and God, he felt five again. And that was a wonderful feeling on it’s own. “Dean. Thank you.” 
   Moving from the dog on the bed, he wrapped his arms around his brother, holding him so tightly he could break him if he were fragile. “This is the best.” 
            An added kiss on the cheek was given to his favorite big brother.





"I don’t want the gun. Take it."


"Sam, can we please go home?"

   ”—- We’ll go home.
          Tomorrow. Please. Just.
                        Stick it out with me until tomorrow.”



"Why do you hate me? How come Jeff doesn’t have to wear the fucking scarf or beanie?"


"Because he’s not going to the premier with me, and doesn’t look like me. I’m trying to make you look good for the cameras.”

   ”———— I don’t want to look good for the cameras.”

We’re Not That Different || [dontscratchthewalls]



      To see Sam smile made the clone smile like a child. It made him happy to be able to do something that impressed someone instead of just hearing scribbling on a sheet of paper. He rolled his shoulders and watched his feet for a moment as they walked. 

     ”Did you ever get lonely?” Sammy wasn’t exactly sure how that would feel. Granted he knew it to degree; being in this building. These labs as his home. This prison. 

      You’re coming with me, right? Sammy hadn’t thought about it. He bit his bottom lip, and looked at his grabbed wrist. How strong a hold Sam had on him. Sammy nodded, looking up at the man who he was created from.
                    “Y-yeah. I… can I?”

              “ Yeah. Yeah, you can. 
                        Sam was incredibly pleased. This day had gone from the same tests, the same people, the same monotonous thing it had been since he woke up here, to an escape—an escape with a companion who was augmented like himself, was worthy.
       This probably made him seem more narcissistic than ever.

“ I’ll answer all your questions when we get out of here. Sound fair? 
             He released the clone’s wrist and moved it to his shoulder, giving a gentle push in the direction they had been heading. “ Now, show me where to go. The faster we’re out of this cage, the better. 

   Sammy couldn’t help but smile. There it was. Being accepted. Not as a test number or experiments. As a person. Someone wanting him there to be there. Not assome type of lab rat. This was what Sammy always wanted. Adventure. To see things he’d always dreamed about. 
And what better way of doing just that than with his own clone? 

   ”Okay!” He looked forward. The gentle push felt nice. To be able to be touched by someone without gloves on was amazing. To feel the warmth, the roughness of his palm against the fabric of his clothes. There was no feeling like that in the world. 
            The rest of the way was no big deal, Sammy had done all this before but it was the last set of doors, he had a problem with. He hadn’t ventured this far during his late night walks. Usually, he went back and went to sleep. 
                       ”The last few doors are to where the ships are. I haven’t been this far so—- ” He looked down a bit. “I usually get scared or freak myself out so I went to hide back in my room. I’m sorry…”