Page Summary
callmesyd.livejournal.com - (no subject)
theliel.livejournal.com - (no subject)
newredshoes - (no subject)
gehayi.livejournal.com - (no subject)
bunnymcfoo.livejournal.com - (no subject)
penknife.livejournal.com - (no subject)
maryavatar.livejournal.com - (no subject)
thenetwork.livejournal.com - (no subject)
saone77.livejournal.com - (no subject)
wyldkyss.livejournal.com - (no subject)
meredevachon - (no subject)
isabeau.livejournal.com - (no subject)
sabotabby - (no subject)
musyc - (no subject)
lots42.livejournal.com - (no subject)
random-serious.livejournal.com - (no subject)
mylenn.livejournal.com - (no subject)
Style Credit
- Style: Beechy for Bases by
Expand Cut Tags
No cut tags

no subject
Date: 2008-11-13 08:56 pm (UTC)...someone had to.
no subject
Date: 2008-11-13 09:00 pm (UTC)i mean, "i shot the devil in the head" is like the best pickup line ever.
no subject
Date: 2008-11-13 09:09 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-11-13 09:09 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-11-13 09:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-11-13 09:09 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-11-13 09:10 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-11-13 09:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-11-13 09:48 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-11-13 09:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-11-13 09:10 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-11-13 09:46 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-11-13 09:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-11-13 09:31 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-11-13 09:46 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-11-13 09:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-11-13 09:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-11-13 09:49 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-11-13 09:55 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-11-13 09:56 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-11-13 09:19 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-11-13 09:25 pm (UTC)All I see are HUGE letters. I can't even read the words because the letters themselves are so large!
no subject
Date: 2008-11-13 09:48 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-11-13 09:53 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-11-13 09:53 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-11-13 09:56 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-11-13 10:23 pm (UTC)Dean comes over, and leans over Sam's shoulder (thankfully his sasquatch of a brother isn't tall enough, seated, to keep him from doing that) to peer at the picture displayed on the laptop screen. "...the fuck?" he says. Frowns. Reaches into the back pocket of his jeans for the flask he keeps for emergencies, unscrews it silently, and tips.
"Hey," Sam splutters, swatting at the back of his neck where the holy water had trickled down. "What the fuck, Dean."
Dean grins. "Just checkin'," he says lazily, and for good measure tips some of the water onto his own head, where it runs down in non-steaming droplets.
"Dude," Sam says, in his talking-to-idiots voice (Dean gets that one a lot, most of the time when he doesn't even deserve it). "Whoever made that sign? A, he doesn't know shit about demons,d and B, is TOTALLY WRONG."
"Well, I had to make sure, y'know." Dean gives his best who-me? smile. "After all, we rely on lore and other made-up shit. Now, would you *please* get your fucking ass back in bed so it can be a fucked ass?"
"Right," Sam says, and closes the laptop, because, hey, he hadn't been able to find any good porn anyway.)
no subject
Date: 2008-11-13 11:01 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-11-14 12:59 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-11-14 09:01 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-11-14 05:55 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-11-15 12:02 am (UTC)