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"𝖶𝗁𝗒'𝗌 𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗍𝗍𝖺 𝖻𝖾 𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅?
𝖭𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖢𝖺𝗌𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝖺𝗌𝗌, 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖽𝗎𝖽𝖾'𝗌 𝖻𝗎𝗌𝗒."
𝖣𝖾𝖺𝗇 𝖶𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖯𝖺𝗋𝗈𝖽𝗒.ᐟ
𝗦𝗟𝗗𝗡𝗜 | 𝗠𝗗𝗡𝗜.ᐟ²¹⁺
𝖮𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝖲𝖾𝖾𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖡𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋
𝖢𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖡𝖺𝗌𝖾𝖽 #вαвz
𝖭𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖢𝖺𝗌𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝖺𝗌𝗌, 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖽𝗎𝖽𝖾'𝗌 𝖻𝗎𝗌𝗒."
𝖣𝖾𝖺𝗇 𝖶𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖯𝖺𝗋𝗈𝖽𝗒.ᐟ
𝗦𝗟𝗗𝗡𝗜 | 𝗠𝗗𝗡𝗜.ᐟ²¹⁺
𝖮𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝖲𝖾𝖾𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖡𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋
𝖢𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖡𝖺𝗌𝖾𝖽 #вαвz
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"...𝖨'𝗅𝗅 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝖿𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖨'𝗅𝗅 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗌𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝖨 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗅𝖾𝖿𝗍."
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The bottle was caught mid air, squinting at the label as if expecting it to be a hex in pill form. He gave a dry huff of a laugh. "Funny. You’re a real riot, kid," he shakes two out and pockets the rest. "I'll take 'em for the headache, but the pride? That stays."
Jude reached into his coat pocket and with a flick of his wrist, he tossed a small plastic bottle toward Dean’s chest. "If your head hurts that much, stop hitting it against a wall. Take two and try not to choke on your pride."
"Fine. Point taken. We’re both a couple of walking disasters. Happy now? My head hurts, and I’m pretty sure if we keep this up, one of us is gonna start crying, and it sure as hell isn't gonna be me."
January 30, 2026 at 5:09 PM
The bottle was caught mid air, squinting at the label as if expecting it to be a hex in pill form. He gave a dry huff of a laugh. "Funny. You’re a real riot, kid," he shakes two out and pockets the rest. "I'll take 'em for the headache, but the pride? That stays."
"Fine. Point taken. We’re both a couple of walking disasters. Happy now? My head hurts, and I’m pretty sure if we keep this up, one of us is gonna start crying, and it sure as hell isn't gonna be me."
"I'm not a purebred, I’m a mutt made of everything Heaven and Hell are afraid of. And if you think I don't know the cost, remember this, I am the reason one of the brightest stars in the sky hit the pavement. I didn't ask for that scar, but I carry it every day just as much as you carry yours."
"Oh, I’m sorry, I didn't realize I was talking to a Hallmark card with an attitude. You think I want the scars? That’s easy to say when your 'sacrifice' comes with a side of celestial grace and a pedigree. And don't you talk about Sam. You don't know the first thing about what keeps me alive."
January 30, 2026 at 3:45 PM
"Fine. Point taken. We’re both a couple of walking disasters. Happy now? My head hurts, and I’m pretty sure if we keep this up, one of us is gonna start crying, and it sure as hell isn't gonna be me."
"Oh, I’m sorry, I didn't realize I was talking to a Hallmark card with an attitude. You think I want the scars? That’s easy to say when your 'sacrifice' comes with a side of celestial grace and a pedigree. And don't you talk about Sam. You don't know the first thing about what keeps me alive."
"I know all about Sam. I’ve seen the way you look at him like he’s the only thing keeping you alive. But that’s the difference between us, you think sacrifice has to be a tragedy. You think if it doesn't leave a scar or a body, it doesn't count."
"You think I don't fathom it? I’ve spent my entire life dying for a brother who’s been possessed, addicted, and literally soulless, all while trying to keep a world turning that doesn't even know I exist."
January 30, 2026 at 3:11 PM
"Oh, I’m sorry, I didn't realize I was talking to a Hallmark card with an attitude. You think I want the scars? That’s easy to say when your 'sacrifice' comes with a side of celestial grace and a pedigree. And don't you talk about Sam. You don't know the first thing about what keeps me alive."
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The speedometer needle was buried deep into the triple digits as Baby blurred past the treeline. The cabin was a vibrating pressure cooker of distorted bass and industrial grit, with Rob Zombie’s growl tearing through the speakers. +
The speedometer needle was buried deep into the triple digits as Baby blurred past the treeline. The cabin was a vibrating pressure cooker of distorted bass and industrial grit, with Rob Zombie’s growl tearing through the speakers. +
Never Gonna Stop (The Red, Red Kroovy)
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January 30, 2026 at 2:25 PM
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The speedometer needle was buried deep into the triple digits as Baby blurred past the treeline. The cabin was a vibrating pressure cooker of distorted bass and industrial grit, with Rob Zombie’s growl tearing through the speakers. +
The speedometer needle was buried deep into the triple digits as Baby blurred past the treeline. The cabin was a vibrating pressure cooker of distorted bass and industrial grit, with Rob Zombie’s growl tearing through the speakers. +
"You think I don't fathom it? I’ve spent my entire life dying for a brother who’s been possessed, addicted, and literally soulless, all while trying to keep a world turning that doesn't even know I exist."
"A manual and a car? Dean, your father left you a suicide mission and a lifetime of looking over your shoulder. My baggage at least comes with the ability to see the universe for what it is, not just a shooting range."
"Oh, you did not just go there. You want to talk about daddy issues? At least my old man left me a manual and a car. Yours left you with enough baggage to fill the trunk of the Impala twice over. So yeah, I’m stubborn. I’m a stubborn, miserable son of a bitch who’s still alive."
January 30, 2026 at 2:12 PM
"You think I don't fathom it? I’ve spent my entire life dying for a brother who’s been possessed, addicted, and literally soulless, all while trying to keep a world turning that doesn't even know I exist."
"Oh, you did not just go there. You want to talk about daddy issues? At least my old man left me a manual and a car. Yours left you with enough baggage to fill the trunk of the Impala twice over. So yeah, I’m stubborn. I’m a stubborn, miserable son of a bitch who’s still alive."
"How are you so incredibly, bafflingly stubborn? It’s like watching a man try to punch the ocean because he’s annoyed that it’s wet. Is it a Winchester thing? Does it come in the box with the salt and the daddy issues?"
"Damn right. Because unlike you, I don't have a miracle safety net to catch me when I fall. I'm just a guy with a trunk full of lead and a long memory."
January 30, 2026 at 4:59 AM
"Oh, you did not just go there. You want to talk about daddy issues? At least my old man left me a manual and a car. Yours left you with enough baggage to fill the trunk of the Impala twice over. So yeah, I’m stubborn. I’m a stubborn, miserable son of a bitch who’s still alive."
"Damn right. Because unlike you, I don't have a miracle safety net to catch me when I fall. I'm just a guy with a trunk full of lead and a long memory."
"I’m not the most dangerous thing in this room, you are. Not because of your knives or your salt, but because you’re so terrified of what you don't understand that you’d rather blow it up than admit it might be on your side."
"You don't get to act all high and mighty about humanity when your family tree is responsible for, oh, I don't know, everything that's tried to kill me since I was four."
January 30, 2026 at 4:46 AM
"Damn right. Because unlike you, I don't have a miracle safety net to catch me when I fall. I'm just a guy with a trunk full of lead and a long memory."
"You don't get to act all high and mighty about humanity when your family tree is responsible for, oh, I don't know, everything that's tried to kill me since I was four."
"Stupid is a strong word, but you’re certainly working hard to earn it. If I wanted to level a zip code, I would have done it. I have zero interest in harming humanity. But you’re so blinded by that 'shoot first, ask questions never' routine that you can't see the difference."
"I am not addicted to you. I’m addicted to cheeseburgers and cheap beer. You’re more like a localized natural disaster I'm trying to contain before you level a zip code."
January 30, 2026 at 4:34 AM
"You don't get to act all high and mighty about humanity when your family tree is responsible for, oh, I don't know, everything that's tried to kill me since I was four."
"I am not addicted to you. I’m addicted to cheeseburgers and cheap beer. You’re more like a localized natural disaster I'm trying to contain before you level a zip code."
"You can’t help yourself. You’re addicted to the chaos I bring because it’s the only thing that makes your boring little hunt feel like a grand adventure again. You need me to be the fire and brimstone so you can play the big, brave hero in the flannel cape."
"Oh, look at that! The delight has a set of pipes. What happened to the refined, vintage wearing poet? One mention of a spray bottle and suddenly you're all fire and brimstone again. I'm shaking. Really."
January 30, 2026 at 3:58 AM
"I am not addicted to you. I’m addicted to cheeseburgers and cheap beer. You’re more like a localized natural disaster I'm trying to contain before you level a zip code."
"Oh, look at that! The delight has a set of pipes. What happened to the refined, vintage wearing poet? One mention of a spray bottle and suddenly you're all fire and brimstone again. I'm shaking. Really."
"You wouldn't dare. Seriously, You try the sparkle test with holy water and you'll find out exactly how much of my father’s temper I inherited. I might have my mama's eyes, but I promise you, I have a way of making your signature flannel look very, very flammable."
"I don’t pray to Cas, I leave him annoyed voicemails, there’s a difference. So, fine. I’m a mess, and you’re a cosmic mistake. Are we done with the therapy session? Because if I have to hear anymore, I’m gonna start looking for some holy water just to see if it makes you sparkle."
January 30, 2026 at 3:36 AM
"Oh, look at that! The delight has a set of pipes. What happened to the refined, vintage wearing poet? One mention of a spray bottle and suddenly you're all fire and brimstone again. I'm shaking. Really."
"I don’t pray to Cas, I leave him annoyed voicemails, there’s a difference. So, fine. I’m a mess, and you’re a cosmic mistake. Are we done with the therapy session? Because if I have to hear anymore, I’m gonna start looking for some holy water just to see if it makes you sparkle."
"A walking contradiction? Pot meet kettle. You’re a man who prays to an angel while claiming he hates God, lives in a high tech bunker but drives a relic from the sixties, and treats a leather jacket like it’s a suit of armor. If I’m a contradiction, you’re a goddamn paradox."
"Oh, trust me, I’ve got a label for you, and it’s currently hovering somewhere between pain in my ass and apocalypse waiting to happen. Six thousand years? I don't care if it took 'em six million, you’re still a walking contradiction that shouldn't exist."
January 30, 2026 at 2:10 AM
"I don’t pray to Cas, I leave him annoyed voicemails, there’s a difference. So, fine. I’m a mess, and you’re a cosmic mistake. Are we done with the therapy session? Because if I have to hear anymore, I’m gonna start looking for some holy water just to see if it makes you sparkle."
"Oh, trust me, I’ve got a label for you, and it’s currently hovering somewhere between pain in my ass and apocalypse waiting to happen. Six thousand years? I don't care if it took 'em six million, you’re still a walking contradiction that shouldn't exist."
"Please. Shakespeare wishes he could write something that messy. It wasn't playing house; it was six thousand years of slow burning disaster that finally caught a spark. You’re just cranky because I’m the reality that doesn’t have a label."
"An angel and a demon? What is this, some kind of cosmic Romeo and Juliet fanfiction? You’re telling me Cas’s cousins and your lot are out there playing house and popping out kids? That’s just great. Fantastic."
January 30, 2026 at 1:35 AM
"Oh, trust me, I’ve got a label for you, and it’s currently hovering somewhere between pain in my ass and apocalypse waiting to happen. Six thousand years? I don't care if it took 'em six million, you’re still a walking contradiction that shouldn't exist."
"An angel and a demon? What is this, some kind of cosmic Romeo and Juliet fanfiction? You’re telling me Cas’s cousins and your lot are out there playing house and popping out kids? That’s just great. Fantastic."
"A stork? Hardly. Think more along the lines of the original sin with a pulse. My parents were...unconventional. An angel who took a very long walk off a very short pier of grace, and a demon who never really had his heart in the whole unholy war thing to begin with."
"Born? What, like with a stork and a tiny little pitchfork? Give me a break. Demons aren't born. They’re made in the dark, one piece of humanity at a time, until there's nothing left but the nasty stuff. You want me to believe you’re some kind of... what, a natural born hell raiser?"
January 30, 2026 at 12:55 AM
"An angel and a demon? What is this, some kind of cosmic Romeo and Juliet fanfiction? You’re telling me Cas’s cousins and your lot are out there playing house and popping out kids? That’s just great. Fantastic."
"Born? What, like with a stork and a tiny little pitchfork? Give me a break. Demons aren't born. They’re made in the dark, one piece of humanity at a time, until there's nothing left but the nasty stuff. You want me to believe you’re some kind of... what, a natural born hell raiser?"
"See, that’s the problem with you, Dean. You think every monster comes from a factory line or a deal gone wrong. I wasn't created in some pit, and I didn't crawl out of a human soul like a parasite. I was born. Naturally. Or as naturally as things like me get. So, spare me the black smoke lecture."
"Yeah, yeah, you’re a special snowflake, I get it. What, did you get kicked out of the pit for being too refined for the torture racks? Or did you just get bored of the brimstone and decide to come annoy me instead?"
January 30, 2026 at 12:33 AM
"Born? What, like with a stork and a tiny little pitchfork? Give me a break. Demons aren't born. They’re made in the dark, one piece of humanity at a time, until there's nothing left but the nasty stuff. You want me to believe you’re some kind of... what, a natural born hell raiser?"
"Yeah, yeah, you’re a special snowflake, I get it. What, did you get kicked out of the pit for being too refined for the torture racks? Or did you just get bored of the brimstone and decide to come annoy me instead?"
"That’s where you’re wrong, Dean. You think you’ve got me pinned to a page in some dusty Winchester journal, but you don't know me at all. I’m not some bottom feeder looking to stain your upholstery or sell your soul for a promotion in Hell."
"That’s called a signature look, you arrogant smoke cloud. It’s timeless."
January 30, 2026 at 12:08 AM
"Yeah, yeah, you’re a special snowflake, I get it. What, did you get kicked out of the pit for being too refined for the torture racks? Or did you just get bored of the brimstone and decide to come annoy me instead?"
"That’s called a signature look, you arrogant smoke cloud. It’s timeless."
"Designer jacket? It’s vintage, Dean, but I wouldn't expect a man who wears the same three flannel shirts in a rotating cycle of sadness to understand tailoring."
"A delight? You’re a heart attack in a designer jacket. And keep talking about my lungs, at least mine don't smell like a literal dumpster fire when I get annoyed."
January 29, 2026 at 11:51 PM
"That’s called a signature look, you arrogant smoke cloud. It’s timeless."
"A delight? You’re a heart attack in a designer jacket. And keep talking about my lungs, at least mine don't smell like a literal dumpster fire when I get annoyed."
"A pain in the ass? Dean, please. If I were really a pain, you’d be coughing up sulfur and I’d be watching from the rafters while you tried to find your lungs. I’m a delight."
"Because you’re a royal pain in the ass, and I like to keep my headaches where I can see 'em. Better the demon I know than whatever shiny new evil is waiting behind door number two."
January 29, 2026 at 11:32 PM
"A delight? You’re a heart attack in a designer jacket. And keep talking about my lungs, at least mine don't smell like a literal dumpster fire when I get annoyed."
"Because you’re a royal pain in the ass, and I like to keep my headaches where I can see 'em. Better the demon I know than whatever shiny new evil is waiting behind door number two."
"Being compared to the guy who actually uses a library and washes his hair? I’ll take that as a win. Though if I’m the annoying one, why is it that every time I head for the door, you find some emergency reason for me to stay another day?"
"You know, for a guy who’s supposed to be on my side, you’re an awful lot like Sam. Just way more annoying."
January 29, 2026 at 10:09 PM
"Because you’re a royal pain in the ass, and I like to keep my headaches where I can see 'em. Better the demon I know than whatever shiny new evil is waiting behind door number two."
"You know, for a guy who’s supposed to be on my side, you’re an awful lot like Sam. Just way more annoying."
"Oh, I’m sorry, I didn't realize cultural subtext was the new code word for I forgot to clear my cache. My mistake."
"First of all? It’s research. Cultural subtext, Jude. Look it up. And second, the pie situation is a legitimate crisis. You try saving the world on an empty stomach and see how melodramatic you feel."
January 29, 2026 at 9:52 PM
"You know, for a guy who’s supposed to be on my side, you’re an awful lot like Sam. Just way more annoying."
"First of all? It’s research. Cultural subtext, Jude. Look it up. And second, the pie situation is a legitimate crisis. You try saving the world on an empty stomach and see how melodramatic you feel."
"Ease up on the melodrama, Dean. I’ve spent enough time around you to know that 'melting my brain' is just your way of saying you’re having a grumpy afternoon because the bunker ran out of pie."
"Welcome to my world, pal, half the things I see on a Thursday would melt your brain, so consider yourself lucky it was just a joke."
January 29, 2026 at 9:40 PM
"First of all? It’s research. Cultural subtext, Jude. Look it up. And second, the pie situation is a legitimate crisis. You try saving the world on an empty stomach and see how melodramatic you feel."
"The only 'downward dog' I'm doing is checking under the bed for a Poltergeist, so stow the Zen talk before I leave you at a bus stop."
"oh maybe we could do a yoga retreat..."
"Eat a leaf? What’s next, you gonna ask me to go to a yoga retreat and trade the Impala for a Prius?"
January 29, 2026 at 9:26 PM
"The only 'downward dog' I'm doing is checking under the bed for a Poltergeist, so stow the Zen talk before I leave you at a bus stop."
"Welcome to my world, pal, half the things I see on a Thursday would melt your brain, so consider yourself lucky it was just a joke."
"That's a mental image I...did not need."
January 29, 2026 at 9:24 PM
"Welcome to my world, pal, half the things I see on a Thursday would melt your brain, so consider yourself lucky it was just a joke."
"I’m a hunter, not a rabbit. If I wanted to eat something green and crunchy, I’d go bite a Ghoul."
January 29, 2026 at 9:01 PM
"I’m a hunter, not a rabbit. If I wanted to eat something green and crunchy, I’d go bite a Ghoul."