Mun plotting evil things

[naive_messenger]

I do not understand how I came to be one of yours, but they way you talk about Dean and Sam worries me.

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[hunting_trip]

I'm not actively whoring out my soul on a street corner, if that's what you're asking. That something I should make a bigger priority, or...?

[naive_messenger]

(You just confuse him to no end) Dean, you hated hell. I would never advise your return.

[hunting_trip]

Yeah, and trust me, I don't intend to go back. It wasn't exactly a day spa. Just kind of a random question, wasn't it?

[Wait a second.]

Were you... were you tryin' to make small-talk?

[naive_messenger]

I believe so, yes. Did I fail?

[hunting_trip]

Points for trying, but you could use a little practice. Next time, try skipping the hell part and just fall back on something safer- like the weather, or 'hey, is that a new hair cut'?

[naive_messenger]

But I can tell your haircut isn't new.

[hunting_trip]

First of all, it's creepy that you know that. Second of all, that's not really the point. You just... ask, makes the other person feel good about themselves. This stuff really just... goes right over your head, doesn't it?

[He's fond, not that he'll admit it.]

Just... don't worry about it. You're great the way you are.

ERLKJGERJT so CUTE XD

[naive_messenger]

Thank you, Dean.

=3 Yesss

[hunting_trip]

Yeah, well. Shut up. Moment's over.

[clings to]

[naive_messenger]

I assume this "moment" is the thing my mun is now making extremely shrill sounds about.

=D

[hunting_trip]

Aw, come on. A little maturity, here, please?

[Sigh. He's used to it. His mun's just. So freaking sentimental. It's gross.]

Hate to say it, Cas, but welcome to the wonderful world of shipping.

this is awesome

[naive_messenger]

[sighs] Right.

Aww Yeah /Sunglasses B]b

[hunting_trip]

Yeah. Don't worry. I'm just as unhappy about this as you are.

[The things he's had to do. Not enough brain bleach in the world.]

Couple of things to remember. Number one- apparently, the profound bond is like- creepily profound. Number two, lube. Just... trust me. Number three, apparently, Sam has secretly always known, by virtue of some weirdo Sam powers of perception that apparently nobody else in the universe possesses. Also, apparently your doucheag brother's in our fan club nine times out of ten. I don't get it, either.

[CSI MIAMI MUSIC]

[naive_messenger]

[you just... broke his mind] ..... Which brother? [that seemed like a safe part to ask about]

It's getting real in here.

[hunting_trip]

[Yeah. He knew that feeling. He's over it.]

The dickbag.

[That doesn't narrow it down at all.]

Gabriel.

[naive_messenger]

Ah. [he is aware of how much you hate him]

Perhaps it would be best that I found one of these games to keep her in line.

[hunting_trip]

Yeah. [Hate is a strong word. Morbid fascination? The guy kind of took one for the team, after all.

Plus, he likes Casa Erotica.]

Good luck with that. Still trying to assemble the justice league in the few I'm in. Missing a few key pieces.


Your brother can be Aqua Man.

[Nobody likes Aqua Man. He sucks out loud. He sucks under water.]

[naive_messenger]

[welp, he tried doing the small talk, but now he's just done.] enjoy [and he's gone.]