#『𝐜: 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫』

[heelachilleshowl]

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— Favourite dialogue you've written for your muse.

"Course he's happy, he got all the bullshit we've been through yoinked outta his head," Dean stands and walks over to join Sam and Remiel by the table, "so how we gettin' him outta there?" He asks, crossing his arms over his chest.

"And finally he gets it, I really don't know how we got anythin' done with your slow ass on the books." Dean continued to throw callous words at him, stalking over to him far too quickly.

"I don't know what you think you're doin' pal but it'll be a lot better for your health if you drop that key and get back in that shtibox you rode in on." A voice he'd never heard before growled behind him, dark and heavy and filling Liam's senses with nothing but white hot fear.

"You're looking good hotshot, see you stole my look too." Those green eyes shimmer with amusement, nothing but warmth in his voice as he gestures to their coincidentally matching flannel shirts.

"That's my kid." He'd said, a giddy grin on his face and butterflies in his chest as he jabbed his thumb in the direction Dylan had run off.

"You'd think these knuckleheads woulda gotten' it through their thick skulls by now, we've been've been here for a year for fuck's sake." Dean rolls his eyes.

[heelachilleshowl]

⚡️ - Lightning for Dean Winchester <3

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"Used to really hate thunderstorms as a kid," Dean mused, bent over the impala and toying with bits and bobs around the engine, "before Sammy came along I'd always run to mom and dad's room whenever it really started comin' down." He smiled, leaning back and grabbing at something from his toolbox.

"Mom would always be awake, like she knew the second it started thundering I was gonna run my lil ass down the hall and into their bed." He reminisced fondly, mossy green eyes distant as he eyed the engine.

"She'd wrap me up right in the middle of her and dad, pat my hair, tell me I was okay, the usual shtick yanno." He chuckled, resting his palms against the car. "Then she'd sing me right to sleep, worked every time, like magic." He pet the impala gently and stuck himself right back into work, wrench latching onto something and Dean latching himself back onto the task at hand.

[heelachilleshowl]

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— Crushes

Dean catches feelings like stray dogs catch fleas, a lot of those feelings are skin deep but not always. He appreciates a pretty face and a nice ass but killer personalities really reel him in, a sense of humour doesn't hurt either. His first few crushes during school were on a few cheerleaders and jocks, but out in the real world other Hunter's sons and daughters with the same haunted smiles and well timed jokes caught his attention. He never acted on half of them, mostly because he wasn't ready to deal with what John would say about him bringing another boy home. Now that he's older it's harder for those feelings to stick but when they do it's like gum on his shoe.

[heelachilleshowl]

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— The Devil

You are very horny on main, and people don't know how deep your rabbit holes go. If they knew they probably would never make eye contact with you again. There's more to you than meets the eye, and by that I mean you dress like you shop at JC Penny but your kink list has 50+ items on it.