that time in the night when you can’t stop yawning but can’t get to sleep either
|—||some great quote I heard somewhere once upon a time and that is very, very true (via traffic-jam-session)|
Some are dark skinned
Some are light skinned
Some are big and some are small
Some look ‘complete’ and other might not be quite there
But no matter what
If you put them together
And blend them up
They taste pretty darn good
I’m getting you professional help.
How much do you want to bet that John really was the one that bruised Dean’s wrists like that? Sonny’s met plenty of boys that came from bad situations, abusive homes, the pushed aside, forgotten, lonely, he’s seen it all. He’s learned to read these kids, because, hell, that’s his job, and it’s what he does best. Sonny knows the Deputy didn’t bruise Dean like that, that’s just the baseline question. That’s the trick: ask a question you know the answer to, and use that reaction as a grounds to judge their next answers. What, your old man? Instead of laughing as heartily as before, Dean turns his face and eyes away, opened mouthed his smile falters a little, and (look closely) worried in his raised eyebrows and creased forehead. Bingo.
werewolves don’t bruise people’s wrists (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧