𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑.

[𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑. @OFTHEFIRSTBORN]

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A LITERATE PORTRAYAL OF
𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑
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(canon. descriptive.)

[𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑. @OFTHEFIRSTBORN]

... Dude. Best birthday 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫.

How the hell am I supposed to top this?

[𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑. @OFTHEFIRSTBORN]

@WingednReckless < happy to be… alive (well, dead-alive). Too much to lose, and this time, there was no way to lose it. Hell, he was good.

[𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑. @OFTHEFIRSTBORN]

─────── 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍, 𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐃.
@WingednReckless

[𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑. @OFTHEFIRSTBORN]

@WingednReckless < I’m talking about.”

After living a life of chaos and day-to-day crazy, the simple stuff was more than enough to — well, Christ, the more that he thought about it, it was more than enough to make him happy. He was happy. Happy to be here, >

[𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑. @OFTHEFIRSTBORN]

Well, lucky her. His pride’s the part that’s never coming back.

[𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑. @OFTHEFIRSTBORN]

@WingednReckless < bar as the delight made itself known on his face. Way better than the cheap stuff he was used to. Not that he was dissing the cheap stuff. If it got the job done, it was good enough for him.

[𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑. @OFTHEFIRSTBORN]

@WingednReckless < especially when he had that signature Cas look on his face. In which case, it was totally unfunny. And totally not gonna last.

Dean took a swig from his own glass and sucked in through his teeth. The bottom of his palm slapped against the >

[𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑. @OFTHEFIRSTBORN]

@WingednReckless «said as he filled the glasses, stopping only to look to Cas, “money 𝘤𝘢𝘯 buy happiness.”

He slid the glass across the the bar. “And that right there... is liquid bliss.”

[𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑. @OFTHEFIRSTBORN]

@WingednReckless «awfully fitting.

He set out two glasses and, classy as ever, went straight for the top-shelf (his bar, his rules — especially in the absence of dinero). “Sit,” he said, waving a finger at a stool.

“Now, contrary to popular belief,” he»

[𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑. @OFTHEFIRSTBORN]

@WingednReckless < carried a certain heaviness, as if he were leaning into a touch. Too long. It'd been too long.

[𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑. @OFTHEFIRSTBORN]

@WingednReckless < them. Damnit, now that he had, this was forever -- as in
𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯' 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳. So he closed the gap between them, that damn gap that was metaphorical 𝘢𝘯𝘥 literal, and he kissed Cas again, slow. His eyes were shut, but they >