it's such a cold day down here in hell; & it's a ways to heaven

[venatoris]

Who: infractus, lefthemisphere, & co.
What: catchall for january
When: throughout the month
Where: all over

Content Warnings:will be placed in thread titles if needed!





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𝓑𝓸𝓷𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮

[righthemisphere]

[Since they'd buried the hatchet and struck a trade deal, Raleigh no longer feels like Peter Rabbit when he crosses onto Dean's property. He's there on a mission, after all. The town might have gone nuts (or lack there of) but it didn't stop any of them from needing to eat.

So here he comes with his weekly egg delivery tucked safely in a small box packed with hay when he catches the scent of smoke and elects to bypass the house for the back yard. He doesn't recognize the woman but she's standing there like she's got business.

Still.. no Winchester to be seen. Hm. Suspect.]

You know Dean's gonna come outta that door with a shotgun any second if you're burning stuff on his land.

[hellbond]

[ It's hot enough that she doesn't have her coat on, just an oversized tee and flannel and some jeans that are too big. She glances over her shoulder when he approaches, unflinching, and flashes him a wry smile. ]

Hi, Raleigh. Your herbs and 'stuff' are inside on the table.

[ You know what 'stuff' she means. ]

[righthemisphere]

[Squint. He does. But he isn’t sure if he likes that she knows that. ]

Thanks..

[A beat]

Sorry, who are you?

[hellbond]

[ She flips her hair over her shoulder and drops her arms, gesturing to the jeans and flannel. ]

What, you don't recognize me with tits? C'mon, Raleigh. Get with the program.

[righthemisphere]

[Raleigh’s brows pin high on his forehead, looking the woman up and down.]

Oh no way.. you too?

[Is he the last man in Trench or something?

Not that Dean didn’t make a beautiful woman because she was. But oh man. Still, he manages a half laugh and comes a bit closer.]

Alright, show me, what’ve we got.

[hellbond]

[ She’s hot, she knows it. She sees that once over Raleigh gives her, the subtle shift as he steps closer. She doesn’t shy away, just lifts a brow. ]

I’m not showing you my boobs, Raleigh.

[righthemisphere]

God I hope not. I just wanna see you, Do a twirl.

[hellbond]

[ Well, dear - watch yo words.

But she will -- twirl around in Dean's clothes. She guesses it makes sense she used to be a guy, cause...well. Her closet is full of guy stuff. ]

New year, new me, apparently.

[righthemisphere]

Seems to be going around. You’re taking it well, though.

[hellbond]

Honestly, dude?

Weirder shit has happened to me. This is nothing.

[righthemisphere]

[A snort.]

I guess there’s that. It’s putting Chuck through the wringer.

[Both of them actually. The weed can’t come fast enough.]

[hellbond]

Shit, I bet it is. Especially if you guys aren't used to stuff like this.

[ She gestures at the house before slipping her hands into her pockets. MEns jeans = deep pockets. She's never going back to daisy dukes. ]

You wanna come in?

[righthemisphere]

[Raleigh catches the glint on Dean's finger before she hides her hands. He furrows his brow a little but says nothing, slowly tracking back up and nodding.]

Yeah, sure.

[They can head that way.]

What are you burning?

[hellbond]

The creepy skin I shed. I've heard burning it can fix stuff faster.

[ Not fast enough, apparently, but whatever. ]

[righthemisphere]

Really?

[Huh. Now there's a thought. He pulls out his Omni and texts Chuck. It's worth a shot.]

I guess that makes sense.

[hellbond]

That's what I've been hearing. Hopefully that ends up bein' the case, I'm not sure I wanna stay like this.

[ Like it's kinda fun, having boobs is entertaining as hell -- but yeah, no. Give the life he had with Cas back, please. Dickhead angel or not, that's who Dean wants. ]

[righthemisphere]

I'll have to let Chuck know. He's desperate to get his body back.

[They both are, but he feels guilty saying so.]