Dean Winchester (
likedillinger) wrote2010-07-11 09:43 pm
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Meme; Letters, Days 1 and 2
No guarantees how many I'll do a day. Just however many I feel like.
✓ Day 1 → Your Best Friend
✓ Verse: BNW
✓
intuitivelyapt
Sylar
So here's the thing.
I used to fucking hate your guts.
I'm not just talking about being annoyed by you. I mean I used to sit around and think about how I was actually going to kill you some day.
The worst part was that I never settled on a plan that would actually work. It only made me hate you more. Knowing you were hanging around Claire, like a freaking ticking time bomb waiting to go off and hurt her... or Sammy?
I used to wonder if the Colt would work on you.
I don't know when things changed, really. After we talked that one time, part of me only wanted to kill you even more. You knew too much. You saw too much. You knew shit I'd worked hard to make sure no one else ever would.
But I guess, as much as I'm never gonna say this to anybody, I think you understand what it's like better than anyone I know. They could never get it. And it's not like you've been to Hell, but you still...
Anyway, I guess that's why it pisses me off so fucking much when you screw up. We're too alike. If you can't stop fucking up, then what does that say about my odds?
I guess the long and short is this:
Stop fucking up. And if you kill anybody else, I'll stick your head in a meat grinder.
Because you're the only real best friend I've ever had outside of Sam and Cas and I've kinda gotten used to it.
Dean.
✓ Day 2 → Your Crush
✓ Verse: BNW
✓
snarky_blonde
Elle
It's nice to have somewhere where the door's always open, and no one's gonna be pissed at me when I walk out of it.
Except that one time.
You deserve something good and solid and real though.
I know another one of you, who was actually dating one of me. It weirds me out anytime I hear about mes in relationships. Especially when those assholes seem happy. I know they're hiding something.
He cheated on her. Don't look surprised. I wasn't. Nothing to do with her. But you get it, I hope. Why I can't stick around.
I already know how that kind of story ends.
You deserve better.
Dean.
✓ Day 1 → Your Best Friend
✓ Verse: BNW
✓
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Sylar
So here's the thing.
I used to fucking hate your guts.
I'm not just talking about being annoyed by you. I mean I used to sit around and think about how I was actually going to kill you some day.
The worst part was that I never settled on a plan that would actually work. It only made me hate you more. Knowing you were hanging around Claire, like a freaking ticking time bomb waiting to go off and hurt her... or Sammy?
I used to wonder if the Colt would work on you.
I don't know when things changed, really. After we talked that one time, part of me only wanted to kill you even more. You knew too much. You saw too much. You knew shit I'd worked hard to make sure no one else ever would.
But I guess, as much as I'm never gonna say this to anybody, I think you understand what it's like better than anyone I know. They could never get it. And it's not like you've been to Hell, but you still...
Anyway, I guess that's why it pisses me off so fucking much when you screw up. We're too alike. If you can't stop fucking up, then what does that say about my odds?
I guess the long and short is this:
Stop fucking up. And if you kill anybody else, I'll stick your head in a meat grinder.
Dean.
✓ Day 2 → Your Crush
✓ Verse: BNW
✓
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Elle
It's nice to have somewhere where the door's always open, and no one's gonna be pissed at me when I walk out of it.
You deserve something good and solid and real though.
I know another one of you, who was actually dating one of me. It weirds me out anytime I hear about mes in relationships. Especially when those assholes seem happy. I know they're hiding something.
He cheated on her. Don't look surprised. I wasn't. Nothing to do with her. But you get it, I hope. Why I can't stick around.
I already know how that kind of story ends.
Dean.