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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
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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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Pinned
"...𝖨'𝗅𝗅 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝖿𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖨'𝗅𝗅 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗌𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝖨 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗅𝖾𝖿𝗍."
[ Closed Started For - @bitterwxlf.bsky.social ]
The thick leather folder was flung onto the library table, the sound of paper slapping wood ringing out through the deserted corridors of the Bunker. Dean had been researching a series of Men of Letters unsolved cases from the late 1940s, +
The thick leather folder was flung onto the library table, the sound of paper slapping wood ringing out through the deserted corridors of the Bunker. Dean had been researching a series of Men of Letters unsolved cases from the late 1940s, +
February 3, 2026 at 8:10 PM
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The thick leather folder was flung onto the library table, the sound of paper slapping wood ringing out through the deserted corridors of the Bunker. Dean had been researching a series of Men of Letters unsolved cases from the late 1940s, +
The thick leather folder was flung onto the library table, the sound of paper slapping wood ringing out through the deserted corridors of the Bunker. Dean had been researching a series of Men of Letters unsolved cases from the late 1940s, +
His eyes roll. "Of course not."
"No."
"Good. Great. Glad I could clear that up for you, Dr. Phil. Are we done with the therapy session?"
February 3, 2026 at 3:27 PM
His eyes roll. "Of course not."
"Good. Great. Glad I could clear that up for you, Dr. Phil. Are we done with the therapy session?"
"Finally, glad you admitted how you really felt"
"Oh, so we’re doing this again? Fine. Yeah, I’m mad. I’m mad that you thought normal was more important than family. You didn't just leave the life, Sam...you left me."
February 3, 2026 at 11:04 AM
"Good. Great. Glad I could clear that up for you, Dr. Phil. Are we done with the therapy session?"
The motel room was silent, save for the rhythmic scritch of a cleaning brush. Dean sat under the buzzing fluoresecent light, the familiar scent of gun oil grounding him. He worked the cloth over the chrome slide of his 1911 with obsessive precision, wiping away a fleck of dried blood. +
February 3, 2026 at 12:12 AM
The motel room was silent, save for the rhythmic scritch of a cleaning brush. Dean sat under the buzzing fluoresecent light, the familiar scent of gun oil grounding him. He worked the cloth over the chrome slide of his 1911 with obsessive precision, wiping away a fleck of dried blood. +
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"𝐖𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐩𝐭𝐲 𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧' 𝐃𝐨𝐨. 𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐎𝐟𝐟."
🥁𝗖𝘆𝗯𝗲𝗿𝗽𝘂𝗻𝗸/𝗠𝗼𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗻/𝗦𝗰𝗶-𝗙𝗶 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗺𝗲𝘀
🥁𝙉/𝗦𝗙𝗪 | 𝗟𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁/𝗠𝗼𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗠𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗺𝗲𝘀
🥁𝗔𝗱𝘂𝗹𝘁 𝗪𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗿 | 𝗦𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆 𝗗𝗿𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗻 | 𝗠𝗶𝗻𝗼𝗿𝘀/𝗧𝗮𝗯𝗼𝗼 𝗗𝗡𝗜
#OC #Fandomless #MVRP
🥁𝗖𝘆𝗯𝗲𝗿𝗽𝘂𝗻𝗸/𝗠𝗼𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗻/𝗦𝗰𝗶-𝗙𝗶 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗺𝗲𝘀
🥁𝙉/𝗦𝗙𝗪 | 𝗟𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁/𝗠𝗼𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗠𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗺𝗲𝘀
🥁𝗔𝗱𝘂𝗹𝘁 𝗪𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗿 | 𝗦𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆 𝗗𝗿𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗻 | 𝗠𝗶𝗻𝗼𝗿𝘀/𝗧𝗮𝗯𝗼𝗼 𝗗𝗡𝗜
#OC #Fandomless #MVRP
January 22, 2026 at 2:14 PM
"𝐖𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐩𝐭𝐲 𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧' 𝐃𝐨𝐨. 𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐎𝐟𝐟."
🥁𝗖𝘆𝗯𝗲𝗿𝗽𝘂𝗻𝗸/𝗠𝗼𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗻/𝗦𝗰𝗶-𝗙𝗶 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗺𝗲𝘀
🥁𝙉/𝗦𝗙𝗪 | 𝗟𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁/𝗠𝗼𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗠𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗺𝗲𝘀
🥁𝗔𝗱𝘂𝗹𝘁 𝗪𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗿 | 𝗦𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆 𝗗𝗿𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗻 | 𝗠𝗶𝗻𝗼𝗿𝘀/𝗧𝗮𝗯𝗼𝗼 𝗗𝗡𝗜
#OC #Fandomless #MVRP
🥁𝗖𝘆𝗯𝗲𝗿𝗽𝘂𝗻𝗸/𝗠𝗼𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗻/𝗦𝗰𝗶-𝗙𝗶 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗺𝗲𝘀
🥁𝙉/𝗦𝗙𝗪 | 𝗟𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁/𝗠𝗼𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗠𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗺𝗲𝘀
🥁𝗔𝗱𝘂𝗹𝘁 𝗪𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗿 | 𝗦𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆 𝗗𝗿𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗻 | 𝗠𝗶𝗻𝗼𝗿𝘀/𝗧𝗮𝗯𝗼𝗼 𝗗𝗡𝗜
#OC #Fandomless #MVRP
"Oh, so we’re doing this again? Fine. Yeah, I’m mad. I’m mad that you thought normal was more important than family. You didn't just leave the life, Sam...you left me."
"no, not mad because i never gave you a thank you note. Mad that I tried living a normal life"
"Whoa, whoa. Back up. You think I’m mad because I wanted a thank you note? Dammit, Sammy, I didn't look out for you because I wanted a gold star. I did it because it was my job. It was the only thing that mattered."
February 2, 2026 at 6:12 PM
"Oh, so we’re doing this again? Fine. Yeah, I’m mad. I’m mad that you thought normal was more important than family. You didn't just leave the life, Sam...you left me."
"You want to say that again? Slowly. Because I think I just heard a threat against a defenseless baked good."
I should slip veg in Dean's pie.
February 2, 2026 at 6:05 PM
"You want to say that again? Slowly. Because I think I just heard a threat against a defenseless baked good."
"Whoa, whoa. Back up. You think I’m mad because I wanted a thank you note? Dammit, Sammy, I didn't look out for you because I wanted a gold star. I did it because it was my job. It was the only thing that mattered."
"You're mad, I can tell because you think I was never grateful for you looking after me when I was a kid"
"No, I’m just spoiled, remember? I’m not mad you wanted a normal life, Sammy. I’m mad you act like I’m the villain because I didn't want one too. Someone had to keep the lights on so you could go live your fantasy life."
February 1, 2026 at 1:18 PM
"Whoa, whoa. Back up. You think I’m mad because I wanted a thank you note? Dammit, Sammy, I didn't look out for you because I wanted a gold star. I did it because it was my job. It was the only thing that mattered."
"No, I’m just spoiled, remember? I’m not mad you wanted a normal life, Sammy. I’m mad you act like I’m the villain because I didn't want one too. Someone had to keep the lights on so you could go live your fantasy life."
"yeah okay I get it you're still bitter that I tried to live a normal life."
"He told you if you walked out that door, you stay out. And you couldn't wait to hit the pavement!"
January 31, 2026 at 10:00 PM
"No, I’m just spoiled, remember? I’m not mad you wanted a normal life, Sammy. I’m mad you act like I’m the villain because I didn't want one too. Someone had to keep the lights on so you could go live your fantasy life."
"He told you if you walked out that door, you stay out. And you couldn't wait to hit the pavement!"
"genetic lottery? What are you even talking about? I left because dad told me too in case you forgot."
"I’ve been playing dad, mom, and bodyguard since I was four years old. I didn't get spoiled. I got a .45 and a list of things that go bump in the night while you were busy winning the genetic lottery and headed for stanford."
January 31, 2026 at 3:17 PM
"He told you if you walked out that door, you stay out. And you couldn't wait to hit the pavement!"
"I’ve been playing dad, mom, and bodyguard since I was four years old. I didn't get spoiled. I got a .45 and a list of things that go bump in the night while you were busy winning the genetic lottery and headed for stanford."
"you're such a spoil sport, Dean." Sam rolled his eyes.
"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."
January 31, 2026 at 2:07 PM
"I’ve been playing dad, mom, and bodyguard since I was four years old. I didn't get spoiled. I got a .45 and a list of things that go bump in the night while you were busy winning the genetic lottery and headed for stanford."
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."