worse-than-nicotine

“I- uh.” The lanky boy shook his head, his heart racing, “I’m sorry. I di-.” he rubbed the back of his neck, his head was a little bowed as he eyed the ground, hoping that if he thought about it enough maybe his face wouldn’t be so pink anymore. “I just…” out of all the times to suddenly not know what to say, it had to be this time, without a second thought he scrambled upstairs towards his room, as if he could really run away from a full grown werewolf. “Stiles.” Derek started; he shook the shock of his face and was already trailing right behind the normally hyperactive kid w

Dean sat slumped against the hollow of an old redwood, his jagged blade resting lightly on his thigh. The last of the night’s shadows dulled as the sunlight filtered through the trees. Dean rolled his shoulders as he rubbed his eyes. He could feel the grime and dirt on his face and hands, but it wasn’t abnormal, not surprising in the least. It wasn’t his first week in purgatory. He’d gotten used to the sparse showers and sparser food. He’d been in purgatory for close to four months, though he’d never bothered to count the days. At first, it hadn’t even occurred to him that knowing the length of time