you said forever and always

[|D| e a n s t e r]

i'll take my chances
WHILE YOU TAKE YOUR TIME

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The room was dark, quiet, and had a horrible smell hanging over it, but no one seemed to mind. People kept flocking in, large groups at a time, taking up the tables and pushing some aside to make there own dance floor. They seemed to come in waves. One young group would come in, drink, dance, laugh, and leave, then two minutes later another group came stumbling in and back out. But threw all the commotion and noise, one soul person never seemed to move. He sat up at the bar, empty shot glasses and bottle beginning to build up around him like a fortress. His mind was off and lost, his eyes glazed over. He just wasn't all there, at least not tonight anyways.

Memories would come flooding back in groups, just like the people in the bar. Maybe thoughts of his sixteenth birthday one minute, then a past girlfriend the next. They just kept coming, and it seemed it was only the bad ones. But then again, it seemed like the good memories never came. He scarcely had any, or his mind just shut them away, in case, he wasn't seeing them right now. It was just the horrible memories that someone would suppress and shove in the back of their minds, or try to completely shut them out. Like that ever worked though. It never had for Dean, so what was the point in trying now? The fact was there wasn't, but at least the bad times gave him an excuse to drink.

He downed another yeagerbomb, and looked at the bartender with a raised eyebrow. The large bald man seemed to laugh and shake his head as he walked over. "You're gunna drink yourself to death if you keep comin' in every night and drink this much," he said as he poured a glass of whiskey. "I'm counting on it," Dean said with a smile before taking the glass of whiskey and swallowed it with ease. The bar tender shook his head and chuckled slightly. "You have some serious problems Dean...." Slowly he started picking up the empty shot glasses and beer bottle that were surrounding Dean. He gave up after awhile, and just sighed. ''You are gunna drink this whole place..." he said as he turned to look and see how many whiskey bottles he had left. "Hey, on the bright side, think of how much money you will be getting when I leave." The bartender chuckled, then turned to get some woman farther down the bar a drink.

Alone again. Dean leaned over and placed his forehead on the old wooden bar. He shut his eyes for a moment, taking in a shallow breath. Then he banged his head against the bar a few times, and sat back up. His green eyes looked straight ahead at all the bottles up on the wall, trying to choose which one he was going to try next. He smiled as he saw a Smirnoff Vodka bottle. Maybe that would be strong enough to knock him out. Seeing the the bartender was busy, Dean just sort of hopped over the bar, grabbed the bottle, and hopped back over. He didn't even bother getting a glass, or using one of his old ones for that matter. He just opened the bottle, and took a swig from it. He slightly made a face as the alcohol burned down his throat. He just hoped that the vodka would be strong enough. It seemed that lately he was having trouble getting drunk, or even buzzed for that matter. He drank so much lately that it just didn't seem to affect him anymore, like he had built up a strong resistance to it. And it was defiantly pissing him off.

The bottle of vodka didn't last long, and Dean slammed the empty bottle down with a loud slam. A couple people turned to look at him, but he just narrowed his eyes and they quickly went back to what they were doing. He grunted and turned around on his stool, leaning his back up against the bar. His eyes looking through the smoking air and at the completely smashed people dancing, and one couple off in the distance making out. They all seemed so happy. It was almost discusting. People shouldn't be allowed to be that happy, so filled with joy. Maybe Dean was just jealous, jealous that he never got to live that life. He just got the fucked up life, the reject life that nobody else wanted. Other people would have killed themselves by now if they were in his shoes, and it was slightly surprising that he hadn't yet. But someone had to live this life, so why not him? He had nothing else better to do anyways.

With a sigh he turned back around, and grabbed an empty bottle. He stared into it as his mind began to wander off again. He just hoped that someone would come along and distract him from his thoughts long enough to make them go away.

Ha. Like anyone would ever talk to him.


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tagged: OPEN!
status: finished
listening to: Goo Goo Dolls -- dont know the name of the song >.< (let love in?)
sticky notes: so.... it is like 3 in the morning, and i shouldn't be allowed to post this early, but i am! anywho... i was watching random videos, and i stumbled on t h i s, and t h i s. It will make no sense to you guys, cause it is all Supernatural related xD God knows i am way to obsesses with that show, and wincest is bad.... but i still love it... But anywho, i suddenly had an erge to post with Dean, and well, those never really turn out good. It is just mad ramblings of a crazed girl who is sleep depreived....
Ever notice that Dean is always extremely depressed in every thread I stick him in.....?

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Coughing softly, Ella walked into the bar, her eyes flashing dangerously. He converse were covered in mud, her hair wet, and her were clothes soaked."'Ello, Mac. The bastard's (her ex) sister slashed my fucking tires," she said to the bald man behind the bar. It was her day off, but she always found herself coming in her, usually to talk to Mac. He was like the dad she never had and best friend in one. Shaking slightly from anger and coldness, she sat down across from Mac."Really? She actually did something? Please tell me you didn't just murder her," Mac murmured softly, passing her some whiskey. Ella smiled slightly."I've got 'Ol Faithful with me; I might stop by her house on the way back. Don't look at me like that! You know good and fucking well that she won't lay a finger on me," she muttered, rolling her brown eyes. She lay a protective hand on her purse, which held her gun.

She finally looked around, draining the whiskey. She spotted Dean and smirked slightly."So, has he drunk his weight yet?" she asked, examining the bottles around him. Mac chuckled and walked away. She had never really spoke to him; she only knew that he liked his drinks. She looked around some more, oblivious to Mac leaving her to her thoughts. If she'd have known, she would have begged him to stay. He usually kept her from drinking too much, but she couldn't stop when he wasn't around." Jakeya," she called to a woman washing some mugs,"could you bring me the Vod-". She stopped in mid-sentence. The bottle was gone. In habit, she glanced at Dean."Uhm... nevermind," she muttered darkly, before standing up and walking up to him."You know, you're paying for the whole fucking bottle of Vodka," she muttered darkly, taking the empty bottle from in front of him.

She hopped over the bar and started making a Long Island iced tea. She just wanted something she liked; she could do without being completely hammered tonight. Who knew what she'd do to his sister?

[|D| e a n s t e r]

i'll take my chances
WHILE YOU TAKE YOUR TIME

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The first words that flowed from Ella's mouth caused Dean to smirk slightly. His eyes stayed inside the empty bottle he was holding though, being smart enough not to glance over at the female bartender on her day off. He had seen here here and there, but didn't know her name. All he knew was that she had a bit of a temper. So he was playing it smart. He turned back around, setting the empty vodka bottle on the bar before placing his elbows on the old wood, his head falling into his hands, the whole while he listened to the conversation between the bartenders.

Dean slowly began tuning out the noises around him after Ella spoke of how some other girl wouldn't lay a finger on her. As interesting as the conversation sounded, it wasn't really helping his mood. His was trying to get the fighting out of his head, not drag it back into. Fighting was the whole reason for all his screwed up life, so he chose to ignore it. It was hard to ignore her next few words though. Although his head was down, his dark eyes still flashed over at her, seeing the smirk on her lips. Dean just sort of sat up, trying to act of if he hadn't herd the statement when infat he had herd it crystal clear.

'Jakeya.' The name seemed to rin in Dean's ears as his gaze turned up and he eyed the wall full off bottles. A grin cracked onto his face as he herd Ella about to ask for the Vodka bottle. Dean's bruised fingers slipped around the neck of the crystal clear bottle, amusement in his eyes. His hands dropped down into his lap when he herd footsteps though, and he turned to look at her just as she snatched the bottle. Calm the fuck down. I already have a pretty decent sized tab running, so it will just be stuck on that... Dean's voice trailed off as he looked back at the fortress of bottles and glasses that surrounded him. He would be paying off his tab for the rest of his life.

As Ella hopped over the bar, Dean's eyes followed. His eyes watched her hands as the started preparing a drink. Ya wanna grab me something strong while your over there? Dean's left eye brow was slightl raised as he asked Ella the question, hoping she would just spit in his face or something. If she wouldn't grab him a bottle, mac surely would, so it was just a matter of seconds from getting his drink. He was just sort of hoping that e wouldn't have to deal with someone else pissed at himin his life.

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tagged: OPEN!
status: finished
listening to: Goo Goo Dolls -- dont know the name of the song >.< (let love in?)
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