Are you afraid of the big bad wolf?

sykes. escribió:Y encima hay "amigas" que son unas jodidas hijas de su puta madre.

loser. escribió:Jajá, Brasil ganará y te lo presumiré. :jum:

Tal vez, pero nada es imposible. Verás. Con mi Iker Casillas de portero, ¡nadie meterá un solo gol!

sykes. escribió:

“I’m no Fred Flinstone but I can fuck your mouth.”
— Alex Gaskarth

sykes. escribió:Mi pvt tiene un 20% de canciones, 50% de imágenes, 10% comentarios míos y 20% de citaciones de helenna u otras personas.

sykes. escribió:Y digo yo, ¿por qué no hago una firma con jensen y oli y ya está? :emmm:Así sacaría más feelings de lo normal a helenna, o simplemente me recompensaría con sexo duro. Whatever. Ambas son buenas cosas.

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loser. escribió:Jajá, Brasil ganará y te lo presumiré. :jum:

Tal vez, pero nada es imposible. Verás. Con mi Iker Casillas de portero, ¡nadie meterá un solo gol!

loser. escribió:
Yo tengo a Julio Cesar que es como un gato volador (?). Además está Hulk, Neymar, Fred, David Luis y Oscaaaaaaaaaar. :abby:
Ahsesabíatodoslosnombres.

¡Cómo si está el tato! ¡Os ganaremos y te lo restregaré yo a ti!

The symptom shows up three months after Dean becomes a demon. Crowley doesn’t know what it is, have never seen it before Dean, and Castiel’s stomach knots uncomfortably. He’s only ever heard of it before, rumors within the garrisons many millenia ago.

Dean’s just finished his shower one evening when Castiel decides to come clean about what he knows. He’s terrified of what it all means for Dean, of how it’s going to affect what they mean to each other. But Dean deserves to know just how hard the Mark is holding on to him.

"Hey, Cas," Dean says before Castiel is even in the shower room. Castiel’s skin prickles, not yet used to the way Dean always knows where he is in the bunker at any given time.

"Dean, I, um." Dean pats out some flames on his blackened forearms, tracing a couple fingers down the new symbols tattooed on his skin. "I think I know what is happening to you?" Ir comes out as a question than a statement.

"Hell is claiming me, isn’t it?" Dean asks, looking up with those black eyes.

"In a way, yes."

Dean clicks his tongue. “Figured as much.” He adjusts his black sweatpants and stretches his arms back behind himself. “‘S getting harder and harder to keep my eyes the way I want them to, you know. And I can hear all the demons talking in my head, like how you used to be able to tune into Angel Radio.”

Castiel’s heart hurts.

"It’s gonna take me, huh? Make me its bitch?"

Castiel shakes his head, swallowing down the lump in his throat. “Worse.”

Dean lifts his eyebrow and chuckles dryly. “Don’t think there’s anything worse than becoming Hell Spawn.”

"This has only ever happened to one other creature before you, and Sam locked him in the Cage with Michael."

Dean nods, understanding. “I’m becoming like Lucifer?”

"You’re replacing him."

Dean rubs his hands together like he was warming them in the cold and sighs. He sets his jaw. “Well then I guess we need to find the Horseman’s rings again.”

"Dean…"

Dean walks out of the room before Castiel can say anything else.

loser. escribió:¿Quieres apostar?

loser. escribió:

Si Brasil gana tú... tendrás que subir una foto tuya a fb y dejarla por siempre. :jum:
Si pierde, yo haré lo que tú quieras.

¿lo que yo quiera?