February 2012
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Day Four Hundred and Thirty Six
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Day Four Hundred and Thirty Five
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Day Four Hundred and Thirty Four
Woot, woot!! The Journal is back!!!!
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Day Four Hundred and Thirty Three (Later)
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Day Four Hundred and Thirty Three
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Day Four Hundred and Thirty Two
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Day Four Hundred and Thirty One
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dry-white-toast asked: I'm not ashamed to say I've been reading all of your posts from the beginning, and I just started a few days ago. I can't help myself from liking and reblogging so many of them!
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Day Four Hundred and Thirty
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Summer of Love
Sam hadn’t seen it coming. And from where Dean was standing, he should have been. After all what was the point of sparring if you weren’t ready for a well placed round house kick to your jaw? I mean sure, Sam had called a time out and wasn’t looking but serious, what monster was going to give you a time out? He’d hit the side of his little brother’s face so hard...
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Pink
It had started as a joke. When they were young it usually fell to Dean to buy the supplies that Sam and him might need to survive while their dad went off on a hunt. John would leave a wad of cash on the table and Dean would use it to buy whatever they needed at the time from the closest grocery store. At first, Dean would buy whatever he thought they needed and left it at that. After all, he...
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One More Night
One More Night
May 1, 2008
“Knight Rider?” Sam answered without looking up from the laptop. Dean made a face “No, I meant…wait. Well yeah I do, but I was talking about something else.” Sam was silent as his eyes coasted over the entire page at once. Dean stared at him for several seconds and then made a coughing noise to get his attention. Sam looked up, his wide, innocent looking...
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Never Tear Us Apart
Never Tear Us Apart
August 23, 2001
The entire ride to the bus station had been like this, Dean’s rough hands on the steering wheel, knuckles almost white in frustration, and Sam trying to act like he didn’t notice it all.
He had noticed.
They sat and screamed at each other in silence as Dean drove Sam somewhere for the last time and neither one of...
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We are told in fairy tales that evil always loses and good eventually will...
– John Goode, Maybe With a Chance of Certainty (via ventriloquistic)
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GLITTER BOMB!!
veryseriousinvestigation:
WHY, SAM? I HATED GLITTER UNTIL I SAW YOU COVERED IN IT. Fuck you for giving me weird kinks. ;________________; THIS DOESN’T EVEN MAKE SENSE. WHY?
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