Thursday, September 30, 2010

Philips Pet1030 Battery Replacement

Without you I am nothing. Dean / Castiel.

Title: Without you I am nothing.
Fandom: Supernatural
Spoilers: Yes, the end of the fifth and, just in case, say the beginning of the sixth
^ ^ Pairing: Dean / Castiel, Dean / Lisa, Dean / Others.
Raiting: NC17
Warning: I notice that Castiel not out in this fic, that Lisa's name but which is little (or nothing) and that this is a little angst sad Mu ... Yet the truth. ridicule and perhaps for that reason choose that particular bar. Parked the truck in the parking lot nearly empty and stayed a few minutes watching the neon lights before heading to the local. Inside the bar there is disturbance, but no more than is usual. A waiter serving at the bar while a tired-looking girl takes orders at the tables. There are a couple of pool tables, the usual target on the wall and the occasional drunk. Nothing seems different and has chuckle. Perhaps expected to find the gates of hell, do not know.
be accommodated in one of the tables from which you control all local and wait patiently for the waitress approached. The girl is cute, but under dark grooves his eyes and looks really tired. Calls
she brings a beer about five minutes later and gives her a grateful smile when Dean left a ten on the table and tells him to stay with the change. Thanks. Dean just smiled. [info] Pass the next half hour drinking in silence, watching the atmosphere and watching the game on television in a corner over the bar. I really do not know what doing there, just needed to get away for a few hours of his new life. is finishing his second beer when the door opens for the first time since joining the local. Throw a glance at the person who just entered before finishing his drink. Does not pay real attention until he settles into one of the tables is just opposite. Dean then freezes. The guy who is on the table in front are Castiel, at least for a split second your brain is what makes you think. When the man moves to talk to the waitress, her features are a light and Dean can see clearly that it is not him but the resemblance is still painful. has light eyes and dark hair that seems to have been groomed to get out of bed. His way of moving, your clothes and a smile that he dedicated to the waitress make clear that there is Cas, the Cas, but Dean can not stop looking. The boy is watching intently, capturing every little gesture he makes and shouting to himself that this is not Castiel. Cas got a new pair of wings and returned to nubelandia
with theirs. It's the new sheriff of the place. Hawks uncomfortable when the man from the other table, stared at him and his smile wide. is young, he thinks as he goes to watch. The boy is staring at him without any subterfuge and Dean began to realize what it should look but can not help it.

is so similar to Cas ... - A bad day? -Gives a little start looking at the waitress who grabs the empty bottle and slide one before his. In this I'm inviting.

"No need," she murmurs and then deny her head slightly. A bad day? Since losing to Sam no bad days, no good. Only a thick gray trying to cope as best they can. "If necessary. I know a lot about bad days and you need another drink. She disappears

bar way before it can replicate. Dean turns back to the table where the false Castiel sitting just in time to see it rise. For a moment you feel the panic to climb over the chest. That guy can not Castiel but irrational within him wants him to stay there. He needs

. To his surprise

the guy comes up to him with beer in hand, he stands at his desk.

- I can sit?

swallows hard and finally looks up.

"Yes, sure, close the resemblance is more diffuse but feel unable to say no. "Thank

the boy took a seat at his side instead of front and smiles broadly. Her blue eyes sparkle. I'm Jared. Dean reaches out mechanically to shake the guy tending it. His skin is hot to the touch and the supernatural. He laughs slightly.

-Dean.

"It's the first time I see you here, Dean. -be because I'm not around here that looks away from Jared and takes a sip of beer.

know that the guy is trying to flirt with him, is so obvious that even makes it funny. Although it really is not. Fucking do not need a clone of Castiel will pull the yews.

- And where are you?

Dean snorts and takes another swig of beer before hand to take your wallet and take out another tenner.

"Thanks, but no. Jared looks not understand for a few seconds before lean back in his chair.

-mutters did not mean to bother realizing the situation. I will go so you can keep drinking. Dean

again look at it and denies it is obvious that the boy thinks he has offended. It's funny but not at all offended, it is another feeling that squeezes the chest to leave hardly breathe.

-No. And I would simply say, as he gets up and goes to the park. Once outside

walks briskly to his truck, gets inside and starts the engine. Tries not to think about the guy but mainly to stop thinking in Castiel.



*



Two weeks later returns to the same bar, no one really knows why. When you check the boy, Jared, is not in sight, is frustrated and relieved at the same time

since vanished from the Impala Castiel about five months ago, has tried to move on without thinking about it. Sam's loss is painful enough to attach to the loss of Castiel, but suddenly the guy in the bar seems to have removed everything and can not stop thinking about the angel. It's like a humming noise that intensifies each time he refuses to think of it, so just thinking of Cas, in everything we have lived together and, above all in the way it was.

Now, after the pain has decreased a little, is able to realize it was a fucking selfish, that even a second thought Castiel. Was too deep in the shit like to see another pain that was not his and at that time was too late. You can not simply call Cas, dial your number and waiting for a reply. This may be your pride or perhaps the fact that they died of fear and not knowing what to say.

why go to the bar.

even want to see it reflected in the features of a stranger who means nothing to him.



*



back to the bar a couple of times. It does when you're tired of thinking about Castiel, when the need is too great view. He sits down to drink at the same table. Do not talk to anyone. I never see the boy with the blue eyes.





* Two months have passed all possible states.

hate. Castiel hate is the easiest. He was the bastard. Left him alone when he needed. He did not ask if I was okay, he said nothing. I was just worried about returning to
nubeland
.

Realization. Castiel anything tied to a man with empty inside that he had made a promise without regard to his brother. Why should have stayed Cas? Dean asked, was not able. Lisa ... promised it to Sam.

pain. One wearing different feeling since Sam disappeared from view at the cemetery. That was different, was quite at fault and could not do anything about it.

Despair. That's what you do go to those bars. Every two weeks or when you just can not anymore. The bars are always far from Cicero. Always looking for something that is sure to find and that terrifies, but the need is stronger than willpower.

Acceptance does not exist, will not. This he does, going to bars and ... no, can not put a name. Would like to make it real, and admit that they can not lead a normal life.



*

The bar is crowded, the atmosphere is a mixture of smoke, waves and the smell of alcohol that is undoubtedly sex. There should be

there is no place and never has been, but you force yourself to have a drink after another, hoping but not know exactly why. Drink until you feel the buzz of alcohol pleasant walk the veins and everything begins to make less sense. It will probably be unable to return safely home, but in those moments I do not care.

A couple of men come to talk to him and as usual no one is what you expect, what you want. Cuts off its advances quickly and still watching, waiting.

is about to leave when he catches a blue flash, a shadow of stubble and fleshy lips at the end of the bar. Your body is frozen in place. That is what I was looking all the time.

Smile a little, just a little tentatively. Do not want to mess up and be rejected before. Get a smile in response. Feels successful and is probably all because of alcohol, but I do not care. He is too anxious. Without thinking is about a single second. Tickles her skin in advance.

The boy smiled broadly now and clear eyes sparkle when he is at his side. Dean almost gasping when you have a better view of her lips. Those lips

. "Hello, the boy leans toward him, her hand on his biceps, to be able to whisper. His voice is hoarse and Dean decides not to hear him speak. How do you ...?

She kisses him before he can continue jodiéndolo, before his mind confused by alcohol
yelling that no
is Cas and that there will never be a substitute.

With a brusque kiss risks being rejected, but the boy did not seem upset and returned the kiss with enthusiasm. All around, the place is roaring with activity, alien to them and how Dean almost devoured the boy pushing it against the wall. Rubs up against it without regard and satisfied grunts when two big hands grabbed his back to attract more. Strain

leg between the boy and gently push up sacándole a whimper.

-Bath "He growls to the lips before opening up to services.

not look back, it gives you an opportunity to kid to go if that what you want. Enters the bathroom and goes to the last cubicle. Finally, turning as he opens the door and there are the fleshy mouth and dark hair.

anxious She licks her lips while waiting for the boy to percolate into the small receptacle. There are a couple of men kissing each other against a wall and bent over the sink, probably using drugs. The others come and go without anyone to spend a second look. No one in the bathroom were ignored.

"I've never done this with a stranger in a bathroom ... "Murmured the boy once the door is closed behind them and laughs softly. I must be very drunk. By the way, my name is Alan.



want to say Do not talk, but is too busy undoing his pants. Although it is not hard, but knows he will be when the boy stops talking and have those lips busy on something else.

- What is your name?

-Dean growled before looking up. Get on your knees. The boy looks at him with one eyebrow raised for a few seconds. Dean imagines that will give you a kick in the balls, well deserved and will come out of there, but to his surprise the boy shrinks shoulders as she kneels before him.

gasps dropping his head against the door when the guy releases his erection and gives a small kiss on the head. Then open the lips and begins to swallow it slowly.

Dean strives to keep their eyes closed, think of Castiel and this time after the brothel. In exploring how it felt to have her body. In the feeling of his lips on her skin, swallowing. Desperate moans and pushes against those perfect lips. Hand tangled in the hair of the boy, ramming again earning a groan and then looks down.

not Castiel, he shouts his mind but whatever. Those lips could go through yours and is only interested at this time.

-Cas ... ohjoder, Cas-gasp try closing your eyes and concentrate. If you do enough can recall the smell of cigar that gave off the angel.

The boy is separated for a try. Dean can feel his breath on his cock and he knows that he probably is looking, questioning, but he refuses to meet his gaze. Only rams with his hips and starts when the sensitive skin of his penis slips over the shadow of stubble. The boy moans and begins to move his hand, masturbating slowly.

"Damn ...
ajar
eyes to see the roof moisture corroded bathroom before taking a deep breath and looking down.

The boy is still not Castiel and that infuriates him but does not know exactly why. Hate to feel so completely vulnerable to their feelings but, above all, wish Cas hates with all his heart and not being able to be around.

-Ponte-pants-up. Alan looks like a obedient puppy and then stands before him. The boy leans forward to kiss him and Dean is left to do, closing his eyes and letting any other image to leave his mind.

Their tongues meet, intertwine and look meaningless. Alan closes his hand on his dick and starts to masturbate again as rubs against her leg. Dean still has not played and when it does, the sound it makes the boy seem of pure relief. The soba over jeans, feeling the hardness against the rough cloth.

- Are you going to fuck? "Whispers the boy on his lips as he rammed his hand. Dean

separated slightly to look into his eyes, growls as he turns sharply and forces him to stay glued to the wall.

He licks his neck as he opens his pants with clumsy fingers and down to the ankles. He knows that that is wrong, you should stop and get out, but no part of his brain wants to work. His whole body screams that you need to Cas and knows it. He knows that that is wrong.

is wrong, wrong, wrong. This guy is not even Cas.

grunts while carrying his hand to the lips of the boy. It starts to lick your fingers at once. He puts them in the mouth, sucks and makes it soggy. When Dean one of those fingers pressed against her entrance, the guy is limited to moan and get ass. It's a nice ass, round, upturned and again could be Castiel. Only him. Prepares badly and in haste, but Alan does not seem to have any complaints with that. He fucks himself against Dean's fingers.

"You're a bitch," he growls in his ear. The boy whines

getting more ass when Dean withdrew his fingers and retrieval a condom in your pocket. It spits in his hand and slides it over his cock several times before grabbing her hips and gently draw him to his cock.

Glides in with difficulty, but little by little, inch by inch, watch your erection is lost within the other man.

"Damn ..." he gasped while slipping in completely and begins to move. Damn ...

Alan pants with him as he starts fucking her abruptly and dry. The sound of skin against skin, is obscene, pornographic, but no one thinks about it. Dean focuses on the feelings, going through his memories and saying that he who is between your hands is Castiel. Only Castiel. Cas.
God, Cas.


body shakes while accelerating the attacks, his sweaty hands slip on the narrow hips and have to tighten the grip. Probably the next day there will be bruising in that part of your skin. A portion of your mind tells you it will not; Castiel is an angel and there are no marks on your skin. Another party insists that's not saying Cas, but completely ignores and focuses on fucking until the soul seems to escape through the mouth. Slide

hand over the boy's hips forward and locks on his erection. The touch and feel it say it is not the right person, but once again force all these thoughts in the back of his mind.

Dean closes his eyes and dug her nails into the boy's hips and your mind focuses on the memories. In what was and never will be. She throws her head back, look at the ceiling and the name of Castiel pants again and again while feeling that climaxes. Runs panting a name that is not to his companion, but it does not seem to care at all. His hand is still moving on the boy's cock while rammed inside until the last wave of her orgasm is gone. Alan is running not long after, her ass tightly around a whimper sacándole Dean and drowned.

remain silent for a couple of minutes until Dean finally separates the boy and begins to rearrange their clothes. It says nothing while tidy finish. His head turns slightly and still slipping even alcohol in his veins. Rests momentarily in the doorway, put a hand over his eyes and breathe deeply.

suddenly feel like vomiting.

- Are you okay? "The boy's hand gently touches. Dean puts it off abruptly.

"Yes," he growls.

That guy is not Castiel. None will be for more than try to deceive himself, even to try to pretend, however much they look alike in the details. Castiel will never return and it is your fucking fault.

Abruptly leaves the bathroom, bile sliding down your throat. No goodbye to Alan, his presence only makes everything worse. The road to the car is endless and just throwing it with his truck. Feels like to mourn, to strike any object or person. For a moment thought of getting into fights with any of the men there are for parking, but can not. And not just him, Lisa and Ben are now.

deep breath a few times, trying to clear his thoughts. His head is a mess from which it must do what it promised to Sam, what is right and what they really wish I could do.

The trip home is heavy. The car seems to smell like sex and alcohol. All he seems to smell like sex and alcohol.



* Go up the stairs in silence after reviewing the anti trap demons and all the windows. It's four in the morning and the suburbs of Cicero are in stony silence. All you hear is your bare feet on the wood of the hall as she heads to her room she shares with Lisa. Stands in the bed watching the door. Lisa

outside all sleeping peacefully, unaware that her boyfriend is a son of a bitch can not forget. Rubs his tired eyes and enter the room. Guilt and fear follow him to the bathroom where you shower with boiling water. Grit your teeth and emits no one complaint while the hot water burns the skin.

He deserves it.

Fifteen minutes after slipping into bed with Lisa and she immediately conforms to your body. The heat of steel curves seem to boil against your body. You should not do that. Is wrong, you know. It swears to himself that tomorrow is another day, you will forget Castiel will continue this and will not look back. They just needed to get over that night and has already achieved.

Dean is very good at self-deception.





* Two months later returned to the same bar as last time.
is repeated only once more, only a
while searching among the masses something that reminds you of Castiel, something that tells you it was all a dream and the angel that once was theirs.

Dean really is good to avoid realizing the truth.

Friday, September 24, 2010

Grocery Delivery For Seniors In Chicago

Meme time! : D

For a thousand years ago





_marion_


nominated me for this meme and I forgot completely. Do not know why today I have come to mind so let it. Meme time! : DDDDDD

Name me a fandom and answer any questions:

01. The first character I fell in love:
02. The character I never expected much as I do want to now.:
03. Which character would shoot me:
04. The character you slap:
05. What are my three favorite characters:
06. What are my three favorite couples:
07. Which character I resemble most:
08. The best of the canon:
09. The worst of the canon:
10. My guilty pleasure of fandom: 11. What a story I'd like to read: 12. What a story I would have liked to write / still want to write:

Dame one (or more) characters and tell you: [info] 1. OTP for him or them. 2. Alternative partner. 3. Mention (nes) honorable. 4. Crack pairing (s). 5. The Shippee everyone except me. FIRST: If you have been nominated, you must write your answers in your LJ and change every question you do not like the other new and original


SECOND: Nominate six sexy. Do not deny it. Unless you really do not want, of course. And if you're nominated and want to do it, do it! I do not like nominate
because I never know who so if you want it to hang out, go ahead: DDDD

Fandoms: Supernatural

, Glee,
TBBT
, Leverage, United States of Tara, Spartacus, HIMYM

,

Harry Potter, Buffy,
Inception
, RocknRolla, The Losers ... Someone else must have but I can not remember XDDDDDDD If you remember better than me ... forward, speak XDDDD

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

My Dog Has A Grey Spot On Tongue

Yaoi♥ During Exams Time!

Week partial = w =
* SIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGH *
But that does not stop me ♥ Yaoi Thinking: D




Cofcofcofcof -////////- Well!
Turning to the following ... I have as ...
other 2 scenes like this in mind ... are already in sketch: D
Waiting to finish the partial
to draw at home with all the curiosity necessary







Sunday, September 19, 2010

Hair Salon Prices At Jcpenney

Bloody Tears

Damn ... I love this song> w \u0026lt;!
I thought it would be OwO harder ... Even
barely took the intro ... I think it's the easiest of all x_x
of itself the practice every day. _.!


Castlevania Sluuur * w *
And as Incubus go according to topic ...

Derek Blackbell Incubus Costume * w *

© Lil 'Turnip: 3


Saturday, September 18, 2010

2010 Mercedes Sprinter

[10051] ~Días de Gloria~ esp

Glory Days ~:... ...:~



couple ♥: ♥
Byakuran * Shouchi Circle: Outrage
♥ ♥ Gender: Shounen-ai / Yaoi Soft
English ♥ Credits: BangAqua
♥ English Fansub: .:: Monochrome no Kiss fansub::. ♥
Source: Bullet
Paradise ♥

Translation & Editing: Nana-san


Download ~


these hands are mine (?) * This doujin had made Sprout-chan in the 10051 theme, download it for work but for one reason or another I linger, I must say it was good to have done because the vesion of new Aqua Bang came in late August and I must say that BA is one of my favorite sources x3 ...
* The doujin is somewhat rare because of the mix of thoughts and times, but still love him.

* My only regret is that porn is not complete, and is sure that this art came out a hitch xD ... do not know why the clasification of shaoi but ...

Wednesday, September 8, 2010

Does The Uterus Expend Before Period

Rush Rush Rush Time! :D


As the Title says I'm in a frickin 'Rush, sooo ~
this Crap Lets Upload Quickly: 3 ~

Fufufufufu

Mathew & Lane: D! Math's Lane is
Seme owo Just For This time>: 3

Saturday, September 4, 2010

Used Sailboat Parts Salvage

Frickin' Confusion D:

Thisssssss I Hate ....
I go several times that has happened
really do not know if I'm wrong about this idea ... I have the damn

defect of not really knowing what I'm
and sometimes I confuse my feelings ... good to be honest
the most confusing time = w =

But today my head exploded and I'm tired of not knowing what happens to me;
the truth do not know who to ask, because I really am a little shy regarding these issues
and more if something happens to me .. - / / / / -


Well, the point is I've been thinking a lot about that person recently
most
sometimes I worry too much for what might happen.
When I go to this person prácticamente no paro de sonreir,
y cuando nos despedimos no me quiero alejar de su lado.

Es estúpida la forma en la que te puede afectar una persona...
enserio, odio pensar tanto sobre ello, me fastidia.

I know what you're thinking:
"Gooosh!! Wake up WOMAN! u're in luuuv"

I-M-P-O-S-S-I-B-L-E!!!

'Cuz there are so many Causes, n' Aspects, n' Troubles, n' Differences Between us...
is just... INSANE! ùwú
Perhaps
and just maybe the person I love
...
and that's my conclusion ...
but I'm not satisfied with that response.

Agh ... I hate myself as cheesy-w-