#TOBEBLAMED — indie canon compliant rp blog for dean winchester . writing all seasons . divergent, au & crossover friendly . rated R . high-medium activity . contains themes of good vs. evil, toxic masculinity, trauma, fatherhood . since sept 2014 . written by lou [ she/her, 25+ ] . best reached via : dialogue-based threads .
As they listen, Gen chews on the end of her straw, shrugging at his inquiry. Internally they’re laughing, it’s a question they’re still trying to figure out for herself, the answer changes every couple of months ––– they can’t quite pin down an exact, all of it as he saidvery abstract. Gen wishes it wasn’t so hard to figure out but –––
“ THAT is somethin i like ––– okay so i have this uh, like, theory , for a lack of a better term.”
They don’t want to go into their full diatribe right off the bat, it’s long and it’s something they try to not spring on unsuspecting people without a fair warning beforehand.
“Like the thesis of it would be somethin’ along the lines of ‘souls are like stars’ ––– so like if that interests you and y'wanna actually hear my answer, feel free t'say so. I’ll warn you, it’ll make me sound real damn pretentious and it can come off as severe hippie dippy bullshit . ”
words piqued his interest as dean caught himself almost sobering up at the idea of learning more about the very thing he had recently sold. but he knew the stranger was merely humoring him, as he had touched on a subject that they happened to have been invested in prior to meeting him. glancing at the drink in his hand, he shrugged and looked back.
“ well, i’m already half-drunk— hit that hippie dippy shit won’t have much effect on me anyway. ” he assured cheekily, as he fixed his seat to prepare himself to listen closely.
“um… i mean, i grew up pretty normal, i guess. having two dads in the 80s was a bit rough. not the whole uh - ‘picket-fence, apple pie’ kind of life but.. we were content.” the prophet stared nervously, a bit of a chuckle escaping his mouth. its always awkward to meet the person you’re writing about. “i’m.. sorry about that by the way. i didn’t.. think about it being real.” usually they’re not.
if a look could kill … dean forced his mouth shut by grabbing his drink to sip from it as he let chuck finish his pointless apology. once he did, he set the glass back down as his gaze followed it, stared down for a bit as he wondered, “ and now that you know? ” blinking back at him, “ would you have y'er story play out any differently? ” he asked, as if he knew what the right answer was and expected chuck to find it. but the truth was, there was no right answer ; only wrong ones.
❝ Can we please not do this right now, Dean? ❞ his tone is low and stern. ❝ We’ve still got another two hours on the road and I’m really not in the mood. ❞
“ oh, you’re not in the mood? ” dean asked, as if sam hadn’t already made that crystal clear. and yet, at the opportunity, he decided to ask once again, just for the sake of trying, “ — how come? ”
“if that’s the face you’re gonna make every time you take a sip, why do you keep drinking it? it’s not like it’s gonna taste any better the next time.”
“ because i gotta start gettin’ used to it. drinking beer’s a rite of passage to adulthood. ”
The tension in her shoulders relaxes a little. “Should I demand a seat next time?” And the smile on her face grows an inch. “Is that more your speed?”
he leaned in so as to give her a piece of advice, “ i don’t think you should be concerned about going with my speed… ” which, from what he could gather, seemed to be surprisingly aligning with hers… “ — i think you should run at y'er own pace while i catch up. ” he smirked. “ how else will you know if i’m the right … running buddy for you? ”
@tobeblamedliked for a starter and got naomi hale !
“ you can’t hide in here forever , y'know ? ” naomi arches he brows at the other , still under the covers of the bed and with a book on her lap. she pushes the thinly framed glasses up the bridge of her nose with a small movement , “ with the whole racket you made t’ come in , bobby already knows y'r here . ”
“ — … ” at naomi’s words, dean stopped what he was doing and turned his eyes from the little shelf of books in front of him to shoot a glance at the girl. “ read y'er book. ” he spoke rather condescendingly, as he’d expected her to keep ignoring him and mind her business.
#VERITASETAMOR an independent, multi original character fandomless roleplay blog written by dorie. she/her, 30+. adult themes and nsfw possible. private & selective in writing and with partners.
