OOC || Shit forgot about how useful these things are; and alright.soulisfuckedJune 5 2012, 01:14:54 UTC
John felt discomfort under his beaten jacket. It was strange and unnatural but he had been feeling it since this morning. He didn't know why but god--it was fucking bugging the shit out of him. Having been sleeping in his ragged clothing for the last few days like the homeless he was, John had only one person to visit and ask what was going on. Dean Winchester. Strangely, as he was walking towards the male's home, his back became heavier, not too heavy to the limit that he was dragging a huge weight behind him, but enough to say that there was indeed something behind him. Was it a demon? "...son of a--" He took off his jacket in front of Dean's home and found that his only good shirt was ruined in the back due to--wings, "What kind of sick fucking joke is this?" He growled before looking up at the ceiling, pointing it out to god, he needed to be kept sane, was this his way of being accepted into heaven? Being a fallen angel? Or what was this? Where did these wings come from? He found himself banging on Dean's door, "Shit. Uh. Fuck.
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Haha no problem~iustiviriJune 5 2012, 01:42:12 UTC
The banging got his attention after a few minutes, having fallen asleep on his worn, beaten couch yet again, a few stray beer bottles lining up the coffee table amongs many large books. Rubbing his face he muttered to himself, then a bit louder. "I'm coming, I'm coming." Scratching a hand through his hair he headed for the door and yanked the door open.
Then he just stood there. Blinking. Then rubbed at his face and stared some more. "... You know you've got a pair of wings attached to your back, right?" His lips twitched just a little with the comment, then he stepped aside. "Get your ass in here before someone sees you," he said, pulling the door open wider as he moved over.
"How long have you had them? Or did you just get them?" He had to know these things. Not that he knew what it meant, but people didn't normally just sprout wings or anything.
PS: Love your Dean. Never rped with one of the Winchester before. They don't like John :soulisfuckedJune 5 2012, 01:58:08 UTC
John was frustrated--bothered, just ultimately pissed off at the fact that he had wings--"No shit!" He growled as he walked pass Dean and began to run his fingers through his already shaggy bed head, "Wings Dean. WINGS!" He wasn't happy at all--but really John. Calm the fuck down, "Since this morning." John slowly began to steam out before walking around in small circles before just pacing back and forth like a metronome,
"I felt something, something feeling behind my back, I thought it was a fucking muscle sore since I did some rough job last night." He swallowed hard, his eyes closed as he tried to calm himself down. The wings acted as though that they were of a dog's tail. It was stretched, sharp moving only to slowly calm down as John did so, "...you think it's some sort of a fucking posession? Maybe that woman had something." Sounds like some sort of STD but shit, this wasn't some small STD shit, this was something bigger, "...you ever heard of something like this? Cause, I sure as fucking hell haven't."
Awe thank you! I'll play with pretty much everyone. Dean's not that bad once he gets to know someoneiustiviriJune 5 2012, 02:20:26 UTC
"I can see that," he replied as he closed the door and walked over to the sofa to sit down and pull over one of his large books to begin leafing through it. He had books on just about everything lying around the small run down house, the one he was looking at now was about angels. As these were wings, angel wings of some sort it looked like.
"I doubt she gave you some sort of wing disease, John. But just in case, what exactly did you do for her?" God, he hoped it wasn't a witch. He fucking hated witches. "And no, I haven't. Don't think it's a possession either -- at least none I've never heard of before. And would you sit down or somethin' before you wear a goddamn hole in the floor?"
Nice. I really need to watch the show. >_<;; I'm a failure. I only know very little about it.soulisfuckedJune 5 2012, 02:29:03 UTC
Remember John--REMEMBER! "It was just a fucking exocism like any else. I mean I was tossed couple of fucking times so I burned her with my--" He pulled out his small charms of crosses from different Saints. "Peter's." He sighed and took a seat next to Dean before placing the charms back into his pocket, "She got fucking burnt that's for fucking sure." He chuckled in amusement before blinking, "Shit, you think she was a fucking witch? No way. I would have fucking seen it."
John knew when one was half of anything, including witches since there weren't many pure witches anymore, and even if there were, John would have been abled to picked that whore out of the stand up with his eyes closed, "...it was possession Dean." He was sure of it before closing his eyes shut, "What the fuck is going on...?" John felt his heart stop--but not yet John, not until you get that visit from that fuck downstairs, "...can't be him."
He opened his eyes to look up at the ceiling, "He would never give me my wings until...well I'm fucking dead and he accepts
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You should! It's an amazing series.iustiviriJune 5 2012, 02:52:40 UTC
"Hey, calm down, John. It's not, okay? It's not." He didn't know what it was, that was for damn sure but he'd try to figure it out, the least he could do. John had helped him out more than once on a few of his own rougher exorcisms, he owed the guy that much. "The book doesn't say much," he said, pushing it over so John could read through it too. "But it doesn't seem like a demon thing, I don't think they'd just give you wings for shits and giggles
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I heard, it's all over Tumblr and I can't help but to glance over and drool at times XDsoulisfuckedJune 5 2012, 03:04:46 UTC
"I am fucking calm." John said in such a straight face before glancing down at the book, only to be pushed away, "Shit!" He pulled away from the touch, "Alright. I'll fucking move away." He didn't know why but the wings were sensitive to his back as much as they were weighing upon him. They were moving at times according to his reactions but god--"This is a fucking curse. Not some shits and giggles. A fucking curse."
John hated showing weakness or even the slightest of vulnerability, "I can't really fucking see it--seeing as it's on my fucking back but..." He glanced over and nodded, "Yeah, it's like my hair...shit it's like a fucking dog's tail." He laughed, almost forgetting his troubles, "Shit maybe this isn't that bad...though..." He stood up and tried to move his wings, "...it's fucking annoying since it's hard to move them..." He sat back down and glanced over at Dean, "It can't fucking be permanent. That bitch wasn't anything special, she was just a weak spirit--a fucking gateway for them to use. Nothing else." John wanted to
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Oh Tumblr. On Fridays I'd have to stay off Tumblr because there'd be so many spoilers for the ep xDiustiviriJune 5 2012, 03:20:37 UTC
"No, hey, c'mon. Come back here." Dean coaxed, patient, beckoning with his hand for John to sit back down. "It could have been a spell or curse meant for that person and when you exorcised her, the curse backfired and hit you without you knowing it. Seen it happen before, not common though. But it's possible." And pretty much the only thing he could come up with for why John suddenly had a huge pair of fucking wings.
"Hey, at least they look awesome? I mean you could have gotten stuck with some scraggly pair of shitty cherib wings or something. Tiny little shit things on your back." Okay, stop teasing Dean, really. "Turn around, I'll try to straighten some of them out, it might help them feel a little better."
Oh god don't speak of the S word. They are horrible. The dash could be so cruel to me :'(soulisfuckedJune 5 2012, 03:34:36 UTC
John just stood there, almost like a child that just didn't want to be at Disneyland, "...So fucking funny..." He muttered before turning around, "This fucking shirt was a hundred dollars." It was was a present he bought himself when he was in Los Angeles, "Fucking hell..." He groaned before looking over at Dean, "You think if you straighten it out it'll disappear or something?" He teased, though he was a bit scared, "Don't touch too much, I'm not used to these guys..." He wasn't going to tell Dean about the jolt he felt when Dean had touched it before, it was brief but it must have been due to the fact that it was connected to his spine, which led to his central nervous system, "I might fucking bite if you touch too much." He chuckled, trying to lighten the mood with Dean. He wasn't going to fucking push away Dean, seeing as the man had been there for him since he had picked him up in the middle of fucking nowhere.
IKR? I'll be like, it's been 2 hours, spoilers should be gone -click- Nope :D -closes- loliustiviriJune 5 2012, 04:05:00 UTC
"We'll get you another one," he said, though it might take some saving up. God knows the job didn't pay well and the rent for this place too up most of what he made. But it was worth it, well worth it. It was a nice town with lots of job prospects in and around. "I highly doubt it'll make them go away, but they might not hurt so much. Seems like they're literally connected, so if something's twisted or out of place, it'll hurt."
He waited for John to settle. "I won't, don't worry. I'll be gentle." He teased, then laughed out right. "If you bite me I'll sock you one." Dean grinned a little and shook his head. Then he reached out and gently began moving he feathers, putting them back in place and smoothing them down. They were ruffled and twisted, probably due to John's anxiety over having gotten them. They were soft though, softer than say a bird's feather.
Oh god 2 hours--more like few days at most--it's HELLISH! *cries* I'm like--Y U NO USE SPOILER TAG?!soulisfuckedJune 5 2012, 04:21:01 UTC
John chuckled, "Yeah--another one. When? In a decade or something?" He laughed it off but silenced himself gradually upon hearing that it may not go away, "...Maybe we can cut them off?" He suggested such a masochistic thing. Damn it John, calm your shit down and act normal for once.
Normal. Like hell this was normal...
John stood still, his head stooping low as he felt the touch upon his wings, flinching at first but not giving much more reaction as he just tried to breathe regularly. He hated showing anyone even the slightest weak side to himself--but this. Shit this was something else, "...You...uh..." He couldn't speak in statements, he feared if he did, Dean would hear something in his voice that even John would have called a pussy voice. "Done yet?" He asked as he tried to relax his muscles, before having his wings flinch and flap out from a closer touch near the root, "SHIT! Hey--fuck sorry." He shouted, but he felt his heart beating out of control, so fucking fast, and he found himself leaning slightly away from Dean's touch, "
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Yess. And then people gif the hell out of the episode.iustiviriJune 5 2012, 04:38:59 UTC
Dean frowned slightly. "We could, but I don't know if that would actually do more harm than good considering they are literally attached to you." Plus, well, he sort of liked them. Not that he would admit to something like that, of course. They weren't his wings and he supposed if he'd been the one stuck with them then he'd likely not think they were cool, too.
"Not y--whoa!" Dean leaned back just in time to not get swiped in the face with the wings but he did feel a brush of feathers against his face. His green eyes were wide but not frightened or fearful, just surprised. "Hey, hey John, calm down, man. I'll try to be more careful, okay? You didn't hurt me, they didn't hurt me. Come on, relax a little okay?" He laughed just a tiny fraction at John's outburst, but tried to calm him down still. "I'll try to be quick about it."
OH GOD THOSE PEOPLE! UGH I ALWAYS WONDER--HOW?! HOW DID YOU GET IT?! IT'S ON THE TELLY STILL!!!!soulisfuckedJune 5 2012, 04:49:05 UTC
John felt his ears burn, he didn't know why but he was burning up around his face, "Shut up! Don't--don't fucking laugh at me damn it!" He felt like a child with a loud mouth, shouting at older classmate in highschool for picking on him, "Fine..." He sighed and closed his eyes, trying to calm himself down once again, "...I am fucking relaxed..." He muttered, turning his back to Dean once again, not wanting to look at him. Or rather hide your face from him.
"Is it clean yet?" He asked as he did his best to calm down, letting his wings relax, "...they're sensitive..." He just muttered, "...so don't linger damn it..." He just lowered his head, hiding his face as he dipped to face the ground, "...you fucking pervert." John, stop blushing you stupid fuck. Stop it....or don't.
I KNOW. But then I can't watch it live so I have to wait for links to popup so I can stream or dl itiustiviriJune 5 2012, 05:19:49 UTC
He waited patiently until John complied and calmed down enough he could get at the wings, his fingers gentle as they smoothed out the feathers, twisting them so they were in the right direction and not all messed up. He tried to be as careful as utterly possible, especially the closer to the base of the wings he got where they connected to his back.
"You're doing good, John. I'm almost done," he said, reaching up to gently trace his fingers along the bony structure of the wing itself, completely fascinated. Hey, it wasn't every day that someone you new sprouted wings. "You doin' okay there? Not hurtin' you is it?"
Me too! It's like they have some secret place for Tumblr Master Gif makers D8soulisfuckedJune 5 2012, 05:27:18 UTC
John shivered upon the touch, closing his eyes before shaking out a sigh. His eyes were spinning, so dizzy from the blood rushing to his head, "Don't talk...to me like I'm some--" He swallowed hard and buried his face into the palm of of his hands, "...kid..." He sighed in relief when he thought that he was done and looked down at the ground, "Yeah. Why the fuck would I not be okay? Nothing hurts." He stood up and looked at his shirt, "Thanks." He didn't look at Dean, he just looked at his shirt, "Shit, no point of getting new shirt right?" He laughed it off as he then tried to move his wings, only to move them unevenly and have the weight make him tipsy before regaining his balance, "Holy shit--this...is going to fuck up my exocism..." He needed to master his wings soon, or else he wasn't going to last long here--or have enough to go back to LA.
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Then he just stood there. Blinking. Then rubbed at his face and stared some more. "... You know you've got a pair of wings attached to your back, right?" His lips twitched just a little with the comment, then he stepped aside. "Get your ass in here before someone sees you," he said, pulling the door open wider as he moved over.
"How long have you had them? Or did you just get them?" He had to know these things. Not that he knew what it meant, but people didn't normally just sprout wings or anything.
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"I felt something, something feeling behind my back, I thought it was a fucking muscle sore since I did some rough job last night." He swallowed hard, his eyes closed as he tried to calm himself down. The wings acted as though that they were of a dog's tail. It was stretched, sharp moving only to slowly calm down as John did so, "...you think it's some sort of a fucking posession? Maybe that woman had something." Sounds like some sort of STD but shit, this wasn't some small STD shit, this was something bigger, "...you ever heard of something like this? Cause, I sure as fucking hell haven't."
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"I doubt she gave you some sort of wing disease, John. But just in case, what exactly did you do for her?" God, he hoped it wasn't a witch. He fucking hated witches. "And no, I haven't. Don't think it's a possession either -- at least none I've never heard of before. And would you sit down or somethin' before you wear a goddamn hole in the floor?"
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John knew when one was half of anything, including witches since there weren't many pure witches anymore, and even if there were, John would have been abled to picked that whore out of the stand up with his eyes closed, "...it was possession Dean." He was sure of it before closing his eyes shut, "What the fuck is going on...?" John felt his heart stop--but not yet John, not until you get that visit from that fuck downstairs, "...can't be him."
He opened his eyes to look up at the ceiling, "He would never give me my wings until...well I'm fucking dead and he accepts ( ... )
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John hated showing weakness or even the slightest of vulnerability, "I can't really fucking see it--seeing as it's on my fucking back but..." He glanced over and nodded, "Yeah, it's like my hair...shit it's like a fucking dog's tail." He laughed, almost forgetting his troubles, "Shit maybe this isn't that bad...though..." He stood up and tried to move his wings, "...it's fucking annoying since it's hard to move them..." He sat back down and glanced over at Dean, "It can't fucking be permanent. That bitch wasn't anything special, she was just a weak spirit--a fucking gateway for them to use. Nothing else." John wanted to ( ... )
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"Hey, at least they look awesome? I mean you could have gotten stuck with some scraggly pair of shitty cherib wings or something. Tiny little shit things on your back." Okay, stop teasing Dean, really. "Turn around, I'll try to straighten some of them out, it might help them feel a little better."
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He waited for John to settle. "I won't, don't worry. I'll be gentle." He teased, then laughed out right. "If you bite me I'll sock you one." Dean grinned a little and shook his head. Then he reached out and gently began moving he feathers, putting them back in place and smoothing them down. They were ruffled and twisted, probably due to John's anxiety over having gotten them. They were soft though, softer than say a bird's feather.
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Normal. Like hell this was normal...
John stood still, his head stooping low as he felt the touch upon his wings, flinching at first but not giving much more reaction as he just tried to breathe regularly. He hated showing anyone even the slightest weak side to himself--but this. Shit this was something else, "...You...uh..." He couldn't speak in statements, he feared if he did, Dean would hear something in his voice that even John would have called a pussy voice. "Done yet?" He asked as he tried to relax his muscles, before having his wings flinch and flap out from a closer touch near the root, "SHIT! Hey--fuck sorry." He shouted, but he felt his heart beating out of control, so fucking fast, and he found himself leaning slightly away from Dean's touch, " ( ... )
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"Not y--whoa!" Dean leaned back just in time to not get swiped in the face with the wings but he did feel a brush of feathers against his face. His green eyes were wide but not frightened or fearful, just surprised. "Hey, hey John, calm down, man. I'll try to be more careful, okay? You didn't hurt me, they didn't hurt me. Come on, relax a little okay?" He laughed just a tiny fraction at John's outburst, but tried to calm him down still. "I'll try to be quick about it."
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"Is it clean yet?" He asked as he did his best to calm down, letting his wings relax, "...they're sensitive..." He just muttered, "...so don't linger damn it..." He just lowered his head, hiding his face as he dipped to face the ground, "...you fucking pervert." John, stop blushing you stupid fuck. Stop it....or don't.
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"You're doing good, John. I'm almost done," he said, reaching up to gently trace his fingers along the bony structure of the wing itself, completely fascinated. Hey, it wasn't every day that someone you new sprouted wings. "You doin' okay there? Not hurtin' you is it?"
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