​"I’m still pissed you put bacon in my damn soap."

"Sammy! Why in the hell did you hide bacon in the soap? Seriously? That’s a waste of good pork, man. And now I smell like a breakfast buffet at a cheap motel...and not in the good way!"

"Look, just...tag your accounts, okay? We don't have time for the mystery act. I’ve got a trunk full of salt and a burger getting cold, so let's keep it moving."

"Seriously, has anyone seen the Kiwi around? I swear, that guy disappears faster than a cheap beer at a frat party."

"I've got a crowbar and a step stool in the trunk, Sasquatch. I'll manage."

"Go eat a salad, Sam. It'll help you reach those top shelves you're always looming over."

"That’s not pie, Sammy. It’s a hate crime against dessert. I'll get my own damn pie."

"Sam, we’ve done this dance. You try to swap my bacon for cardboard, I hide your kale in the garbage. I want pie."

"Worth it. If I'm goin' out, it’s gonna be in a blaze of glory and flaky crust. Besides, I do plenty of cardio. It's called 'running for my life from things that want to eat my face.'"

"Wait. Why??"

"Actually, I got the normal human genes. You got the science experiment gone wrong ones. Must be nice up there, though. How’s the air? Still smell like hairspray?"

"Sam, you’re practically a giraffe in a flannel shirt. I’m pretty sure I have a permanent shadow just from you standing within five feet of me."

"I heard pie."

- B - I'm cackling. I'm sorry...kinda.

"Sammy, you're six four, you've got the hair of a Disney princess, and you're literally looming over me with that 'I have gas' face. You're one 'You rang?' away from the full costume."

"I know who the Addams Family is, Sammy. They’ve got a creepy house, a hand in a box, and the tall guy looks exactly like you do right now."

"Quit lurkin' in the corner like some kind of budget Addams Family extra. It’s creepin' me out."

"Bitch."

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀sᴀᴍ ᴡɪɴᴄʜᴇsᴛᴇʀ “ɪᴛ ᴅᴏᴇsɴ’ᴛ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ. ɪᴛ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀs ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ. ɪᴛ’s ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄʜᴏɪᴄᴇ.” ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⟳|ↆ|♡ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀

"Yeah, well, that's my job. Keeps you humble."

- B - Fun fact: I can't stand Taylor Swift.

"It’s called a guilty pleasure for a reason."

"That's a lot of talk coming from someone who cries at the opening credits."

"I wasn't binging it. I was...doing research. On historical, uh, defense tactics. Shut up."

Just another bar. Just another town. The grey, empty walls offered no distraction, no escape from the noise inside his head. Dean sat against the worn wooden table, his gaze distant. The low buzz of conversation and the soft glow of a table lamp were all that remained of the world outside, +

𝓙𝓾𝓭𝓮 𝓘𝓼𝓪𝓪𝓬 (𝓒𝓻𝓸𝔀𝓵𝓮𝔂) 𝓜𝓮𝓻𝓬𝓮𝓻 𝘖𝘊/𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘶𝘣𝘶𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘯/𝘔𝘋𝘕𝘐 𝘗𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 #вαвz —> vengefulshade.carrd.co

"No. I don't squeak. I grunt like a man."

"Whoa, okay! Easy with the lamp. I’ll just...back away slowly. You want a bear claw? Or a foot rub? Actually, definitely the bear claw...I like having all my fingers."

"Well, nice to see you too, Sunshine. I'm touched. Really. Missed you too, you grumpy bastard."

"Miss me?"

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."

"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. -