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Stupid thing, those messages should’ve stayed right where they belonged… *frowny face* I love you, baby. I miss you.
This dumbass forgot his email address
Figured it out thanks to my girl, though.
Looks like The Dean is back in business.
Aw yeah! It’s good to know I can still work mirACKLES!
Dean pulled her in, dropping a kiss on her forehead. “All right. This is gonna take some serious planning. But we got this. I’m right behind ya, sweetheart, and trust me…this is gonna work.”
It was a naked promise, devoid of any real assurance; but it was all he had to give.
Maggie hugged Dean as tight as she possibly could. She knew they were going to make it. They were Winchesters, fighting for the Winchester they’d lost, and by the way, they were going to get their most precious friend back. This had to go right, there was no other option. And Maggie believed they could do it. With Dean by her side, they just had to do it. They would get Sammy back. They would face Lucifer, and kill him, yet again.
(Source: crowley-mirackles-rp)
Welcome to my dream world.: crowley-mirackles-rp: Crowley stood there for a few seconds, his eyes…
Crowley stood there for a few seconds, his eyes flickering between Maggie and Dean before settling on Maggie. “Goodbye Maggie. I want you to know that by me telling you what I already have I’ve not only put myself in danger I’ve put myself at the top of a very…
“Hey!” Dean chased Maggie down, catching her at the top landing and spinning her around with a hand on her arm. “Button up…Maggie, focus! I need you with me, all right?” He ducked his head to her level. “I don’t have Sam, Lucifer’s on our asses and we just lost a pretty big piece of backup. We need a plan. You with me?”
Maggie grabbed his hand, but refused to look at him at first. She realized, though, that they really had lost Sam and she couldn’t just leave Dean alone with this. She looked up at him, scared and broken. “We call Vanitas, we tell him to drag our asses up to Heaven, and we get Sam and Renee back here. Then we fight. That’s the only way I see it.” She said, still holding his hand.
Crowley stood there for a few seconds, his eyes flickering between Maggie and Dean before settling on Maggie. “Goodbye Maggie. I want you to know that by me telling you what I already have I’ve not only put myself in danger I’ve put myself at the top of a very dangerous man’s hit list.” He looked down and shrugged. “Well…it was nice knowing you Maggie.” He nodded a few times and looked at Dean. “Dean, you can go ahead and hate me but you don’t understand the position I’ve put myself in for you and your wife. I was willing to stand between Lucifer and your dead body.” He looked back at Maggie and disappeared.
Maggie looked away, pissed like she hasn’t been for a long time. How could Crowley do this to them? She couldn’t understand. Maybe she was blind, maybe she was selfish. But she couldn’t bring herself to understand his motives. She stood up and ran upstairs without saying anything.
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i’m crying on the inside
Dean was tense, a coiled wire of intent and brotherly fury, mounting toward murder. “Answer the question, chuckles.”
Crowley narrowed his eyes back at Maggie. “Two weeks. Sam Winchester has been dead two weeks.” He said coldly, his words a rough growl.
Maggie threw a glance towards Dean, then she glared at Crowley. “Good timing, friend.” She spat.
Dean shut his eyes, lips quirking as he struggled for control; that Sam had died, right out from under him, and he hadn’t looked into it until now gave him a rotten feeling in his core. “Crowley, you got two seconds to get the hell outta my house before I turn you into one of the filthy things Alistair and I ripped to shreds on the rack.”
Crowley calmed suddenly. “No…Dean listen to me! I can explain! Please don’t do this!” He begged.
Maggie stood up and started pacing nervously. “Crowley, I want you out of this house or I swear, I’ll help Dean.”
Dean was tense, a coiled wire of intent and brotherly fury, mounting toward murder. “Answer the question, chuckles.”
Crowley narrowed his eyes back at Maggie. “Two weeks. Sam Winchester has been dead two weeks.” He said coldly, his words a rough growl.
Maggie threw a glance towards Dean, then she glared at Crowley. “Good timing, friend.” She spat.
Dean went incredibly still, staring at Crowley. “How the hell d’you know where my brother is? You haven’t popped up around here in, like, six months.”
Crowley stared at Maggie out of the corner of his eye. “You really think I wouldn’t know if Sam Winchester was in Hell?”
Maggie still stared at Crowley, terrified. “Why didn’t you tell us, Crow?… I thought we were friends…” She said, frowning.
“Wait, just…hold up a sec!” Dean cut in bluntly. “This isn’t helping, all right? Crowley, I don’t really give a crap how you know where Sam is. As long as he’s not in Hell, I can deal. But we need to catch ourselves a ride on the angel waves and find out if Sam’s with them, or if he’s under lock in key inside his own walnut.”
“Dean…don’t ask me how I know but Sam’s not in his body…he’s in Heaven.” Crowley heaved a sigh. “Maggie we are friends…you know how much you mean to me…” He whispered, dropping his gaze as soon as he finished speaking.
Maggie narrowed her eyes. “Yeah, my lovely friend, and how long has Sam been in Heaven” She asked without hesitation.
Dean went incredibly still, staring at Crowley. “How the hell d’you know where my brother is? You haven’t popped up around here in, like, six months.”
Crowley stared at Maggie out of the corner of his eye. “You really think I wouldn’t know if Sam Winchester was in Hell?”
Maggie still stared at Crowley, terrified. “Why didn’t you tell us, Crow?… I thought we were friends…” She said, frowning.
“I’m, uh… We’re okay, I think… Where did he go, Dean? How’d you know…” She didn’t finish, sitting up. She just looked at Dean, heartbroken and hurt.
Crowley’s eyes widened seeing Dean’s eyes on Maggie’s stomach. “Errrm…Maggie are you…?” He smiled softly and glanced at Dean.
“Save it.” Dean dragged his hands back through his hair, shutting his eyes briefly against an avalanche of emotion. “All right. Sam’s gone,” His voice broke slightly and he cleared his throat. “Lucifer’s back in the saddle. Which means Sam’s either locked in there, or he’s out. And since I haven’t had any weird cold spots or picked up on anything, if he’s out, he went one of two ways. Up, or down.” He opened his eyes and turned to Crowley. “Look, I know screwin’ the devil isn’t exactly on your list when he’s got his crosshairs on you. But you mind doin’ us a favor and makin’ a sweep downstairs, make sure Sam’s not…y’know?”
Crowley kept his eyes down. “Sams not in Hell.” He glanced up at Maggie, his eyes full of guilt. The way he saw it…he was already screwed…he might as well get himself killed. “Dean I-”
“Crowley?…” Maggie looked up at him, as if asking for the truth.
Welcome to my dream world.: mirackles-dean-rp: Dean sank on his side, pulling Maggie down with him…
Dean sank on his side, pulling Maggie down with him and squeezing his eyes shut the second his head hit the pillow. He started humming, just to settle his jangling nerves; realizing belatedly that it was Hey Jude finding its way under his breath, and the irony wasn’t…
Dean grimaced slightly, then smirked. “Guess I’m not the only one with a one-tracked mind in here, hunh?” He shucked off his sweats and sat up, dragging her up for a kiss, his hand curling around her neck, anchoring her in place.
Maggie laughed. “You deserve this, daddy.” She kissed his belly and moved downwards, slowly, taking her time to tease Dean just a little bit. She wasn’t sure whether she was using this as a distraction for him, or just herself. This was just a distraction for both of them, or so she hoped. She moved on, doing what she was hoping was best for them both. And they spent a long time in their bedroom that afternoon.
CROEWLEY REBLOG DEAN I AM NOT ABLE TO SAY ANYTHING FSDKGJF
The King of Hell: sammy-winchester-rp:“Dean. I admit I’m a little disappointed,”…
“Dean. I admit I’m a little disappointed,” Lucifer said with appropriate irony in his voice. “All this time, I’ve been acting just a little different. And you never piece dit together?”“Oh, I had you pegged the day we came home from the hunt and found you cleaning up…
“Not without mutilating Sam’s meatsuit!” Dean whirled on him. “Besides, the friggin’ sword Samyaza gave me is upstairs.” He crossed the room and laid a hand on the side of Maggie’s neck. “Hey. Are you and the uh, squirt—you guys all right?” His eyes dropped to her stomach, then came back to her face.
“I’m, uh… We’re okay, I think… Where did he go, Dean? How’d you know…” She didn’t finish, sitting up. She just looked at Dean, heartbroken and hurt.
Dean sank on his side, pulling Maggie down with him and squeezing his eyes shut the second his head hit the pillow. He started humming, just to settle his jangling nerves; realizing belatedly that it was Hey Jude finding its way under his breath, and the irony wasn’t lost on him. He stopped, pushing his fingers between Maggie’s and resting both their hands on her flat stomach.
Hard to believe there were three lives in the room instead of just two.
Maggie closed her eyes, too. She knew how difficult the situation was, but she just wanted to make it easier, even just for a short while. She sat up, leaning her head above Dean’s and kissed his humming lips, maybe a little too eagerly than she should. Suddenly, she found herself straddling him, kissing his neck, going down his neck and chest. She stopped at the belly button and looked up at him, smiling a tiny bit.
(Source: miracklesrp)
