Butterflieable



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    Dean is the eldest, Adam is the beloved little brother, and Sam is left to pick up the pieces of himself every time his family shatters him.

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    09 Dec 2017

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    *sobbing*

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    The first time Derek shoves Stiles against a wall, she pepper sprays him in his face.

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    21 Nov 2017

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    'Dear Dad' she writes, 'Mom's dead'.

    That AU in which Lydia Martin is Dean Winchester's daughter.

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    07 Oct 2017

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    So Dean's Michael and Sam's Lucifer and there are some people who need to find out about that. Dean included.

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    12 Sep 2017

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    "Get your fat bitch ass off me…"

    "It's muscle, Dean, not that you'd know…"

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    If he willed it, Sansa would make a Stark of Jon. One way or another.

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    06 Sep 2017

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    He turns to face her then, the blood on his face contrasting his eyes like deep-set grey jewels awash a red sea. She dips her hand into the velvet bag on her hip, gathering up a handful of the soft black ash. The wind carries some of it off as she holds her hand out, palm turned upwards to the snarling winter sky and blows, the ash floating across the small space between them to stick to the blood adorning his face.