open.spotify.com/track/1fnULs... #SOLO The air in the abandoned foundry in San Diego didn’t just smell like rust; it smelled like ozone and impending cardiac arrest. Dean wiped a smear of grit and copper tasting blood from his lip, his boots crunching on shattered glass as he leveled +

"What do you get a guy who can literally pull whatever the hell he wants out of the shadows? You bake him heart shaped pies. Thanks for the gear, Levi." @deathlypenumbra.bsky.social

"Happy Valentine's Day, Sammy." @bittersweetsanity.bsky.social

Dean staring at a box of fancy watches and designer cologne is a bit like seeing a grizzly bear trying to use a salad fork. He’s appreciative, but he’s also deeply confused. "Whoa. Okay. Wow. Levi, man...these are nice. Like, 'I’m about to go undercover as a tech billionaire' nice. +

"What? No? I've been in San Diego with your mama."

"Sammy, why are you terrorizing the Kiwi-Kansan?"

"That wasn't for you, friend."

"...𝖨'𝗅𝗅 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝖿𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖨'𝗅𝗅 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗌𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝖨 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗅𝖾𝖿𝗍."

"Stop dropping hints. Got it."

A debt from a demon is heavy currency, but he’s more focused on the look in Levi’s eyes. "Coming from anyone else, I’d have a few choice words for that. But since you’re asking so nicely and because I owe you for the whole 'not being coyote bait' thing, consider it done." +

"Yeah, well, the local coyotes thank you for sparing their stomachs. Seriously, man...it was a hell of a thing to do." He leans in, his expression turning more grounded, the playfulness dropping just enough to show he's serious. +

"Hell’s whiskey, huh? I’ve heard the afterburn on that is a literal nightmare," Dean grabs a fresh glass and tilts the bottle. He slides the drink across the table and leans back. "And hey...I never did get to properly thank you for the delivery service. Taking a dead guy home just to +

"Checkmate. You’re sharp. But unless there’s a ghost behind me, I'm the only one here. So, I’m sticking to my guns. It’s rye, actually. Want a glass?"

"Your eyesight’s clearly going. But hey, if you’re offering to buy the next round of drinks for the 'ugly guy,' I won't stop you."

"Hey. Look at me. I’m right here, Sammy. Still breathing, still ugly, and still your problem."

- B - Note: Just a quick heads up for those who don’t know... @sideofabullet.bsky.social is mine. I write him, and I would never treat someone else’s character this way without consulting their writer first. I only put my own boys through the wringer because I already have the story planned out. -

"Hey! You hear that? That's treason, Remy! Don't you start encouraging the demon!"

"Hey, wait a minute! I didn't do anything!"

"Oh, real mature, Remy. Truly. You finally get back and the first thing you do is volunteer my face for target practice? Use your head for somethin' other than a hat rack for once. You toss a boot my way, and I swear, I will replace your shampoo with glitter."

"I was just Rick Rolled by a biker...I'm not disappointed."

"It definitely feels like a trap."

"I wasn't talkin' to you."

"Your family is weird, kid. ...Like The Shining hallway kind of weird."

"Oh, don't worry," he rasped, voice dropping into that low register he used when he was holding back a landslide of sarcasm. "I get it. One of them was plenty." He let the comment hang in the air, thick with a subtext. +

His jaw dropped so low it was a miracle it didn't hit the floorboards with a thud. "Wait, back up," he stammered, hands frozen in the air as he tried to juggle the mental math. "I was talking about Azariah’s brother. Now you're telling me Jude has a twin?"

"There's two of them?! Freaking great."

"𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩'𝙨 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙, 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙣𝙚𝙧? 𝙉𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙖 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙩?" 🛩𝐌𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐧/𝐀𝐩𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐲𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬 🛩𝐍/𝐒𝐅𝐖 | 𝗟𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁/𝗠𝗼𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗠𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗺𝗲𝘀 🛩𝗔𝗱𝘂𝗹𝘁 𝗪𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗿 | 𝗦𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆 𝗗𝗿𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗻 | 𝗠𝗶𝗻𝗼𝗿𝘀/𝗧𝗮𝗯𝗼𝗼 𝗗𝗡𝗜 #OC #Fandomless #MVRP

"This a trap?"

"Nope. I'm out." He bolts.

"Since when do I complain about pie?"

"Freaking fantastic."

"Great, I'm gonna get my ass kicked by a werewolf."

"Yeah, something like that. My brother and I are just passing through, doing the whole 'see the sights' thing. Though, usually the sights don't talk back." The hunter took a long pull of his beer, his eyes scanning the quiet room before landing back on the hybrid with a wink. +

The hunter let out a dry laugh, his grin turning genuine as he relaxed his grip on his beer. "Roman, huh? Nice to meet a local who isn't trying to rip my lungs out," Dean slid a fresh bottle toward him. "Keep your cash, Bridger. First one’s on me."

"Can’t say I have, Pal. I’m Dean. You always this exotic, or is it just the Alaskan air?"

𝗜 𝗱𝗶𝗱𝗻'𝘁 𝗰𝗵𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗻𝘆, 𝗜 𝗱𝗶𝗱𝗻'𝘁 𝗰𝗵𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗰𝗿𝗼𝘄𝗻, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗜 𝗡𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗥 𝗰𝗵𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗽𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗿. 𝗕𝘂𝘁 𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗼𝘀 𝗰𝗵𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝗺𝗲. 𝗛𝗲 𝗰𝗵𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝗺𝗲. 𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲'𝘀 𝗻𝗼 𝗿𝘂𝗻𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁. 𝗡𝗼𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲. ♦ 𝘕𝘚𝘍𝘞 / 𝘚𝘍𝘞 (𝘭𝘦𝘸𝘥 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘯). ♦ 𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘭 𝘖𝘊, 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 616-𝘌𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘔𝘊𝘜. ♦ 𝘋𝘔𝘴 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯 (𝘖𝘖𝘊 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵). ♦ Made by: lapis

𝗔 𝗱𝗲𝘃𝗶𝗹, 𝗮𝗻 𝗮𝗴𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗳𝗲. 𝗪𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲, 𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝗹𝘁𝘇𝗲𝘀; 𝗢𝗻𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝗮𝘁 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗲, 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗼𝘁 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗮𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲. 𝗛𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝗺𝗶𝗹𝗲, 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗽 𝗮𝘀 𝗯𝗹𝗮𝗱𝗲. 𝗛𝗶𝘀 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲, 𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗲𝗱𝗴𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗮 𝗸𝗻𝗶𝗳𝗲. ▪ 𝘕𝘚𝘍𝘞 / 𝘚𝘍𝘞 𝘱𝘭𝘰𝘵𝘴 (𝘭𝘦𝘸𝘥 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘯). ▪ 𝘚𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘤𝘪-𝘧𝘪 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘥. ▪ 𝘔𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱: @thewarhero.bsky.social ▪ 𝘋𝘔𝘴 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯 (𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘖𝘖𝘊 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵).

"Yeah, that’s what I thought. Run home to Mama, kid. And hey! Next time you’re feeling chatty, buy a diary. I’m a hunter, not a therapist."

"You want to get sensitive, go join a support group. You want to survive the night? Get out of my sight before I get bored of the drama."

"Pretty boy? Wow. You’re definitely the first bloodsucker to hit on me before threatening to kill me. I’m flattered, really. As for the age gap? Outdated doesn’t mean better, pal. It just means you’ve been a parasite longer than most. +

"Oh, I’m shaking. Really. You gonna use those teeth or just keep barking for 'Mama'? You want to carve? Come on. Take a swing. But you better not miss, because I don't give warnings twice."

"Mama? Seriously? Tell him I appreciate the hospitality. But if you’re gonna let daddy’s boy here keep you on a leash, maybe stay out of the grown up lane. Now beat it before I decide family values includes taking out the trash."