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@itsbuck sent [text]: I bought too much soap off etsy and now I don’t know what to do with it…I smell like Captain America.

[ MSG: buck ] what does captain america smell like? do i have to come over there? [ MSG: buck ] there's probably a shelter you could donate it to if you really want it gone

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@precariousfates sent what were you dreaming about? //buck

dean had rolled toward buck in his sleep when his partner got into bed. usually he tried to stay up so they could fall asleep together, but today he'd had a good workout and the idea of being in bed had been so appealing he didn't even notice when his eyes started to close. he actually woke up when buck had snaked their arm around him. he supposed he must have been doing something or saying something to imply he had been dreaming, but in his half asleep state in the dim light of their bedroom that didn't quite compute. "how did you know i was dreaming?" he asked.

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@itsbuck sent [text] Why are you trending on Twitter?

[ TXT : buck ] cause i look hot 😉 [ TXT : buck ] you should look [ TXT : buck ] if you want i mean you get to look at me every day though

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@precariousfates sent i'm not interested in them, i promise. //buck

"i know," dean knew he didn't have to worry about buck. they weren't like that, but that didn't mean he was able to instantly quell the stirring jealousy when someone tried to send buck a drink. he'd put his hand on his partner's ass instinctively, possessively. it still rested just over buck's back pocket even as they reassured him. "i just don't want people thinking i'm interested in sharing you." he lifted his beer to his lips with his free hand, resisting the urge to shoot the person who'd sent buck a drink a glare. he'd made his point.

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@precariousfates sent “you’re the worst.” // arya

"yeah, maybe," dean laughed, taking arya's bag from her shoulder as they left the dance studio. he adjusted the strap over his shoulder. "but would someone who's the worst have brought you dinner to eat before your next rehearsal?," he teased. he knew how important it was for her to stay fueled up when he was extending all that energy. they had about an hour and a half which was certainly enough time to drive somewhere to get food or just not hang out in the parking lot if she wanted to. "how was class?"

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@precariousfates sent “is that seriously your password?” / from buck

dean shrugged, "you asked for the password to my playstation account, not my bank account." he knew 'assword15?' wasn't the most secure password, especially when he used it for every streaming service he had, bur it didn't really matter all that much. no one was going to log onto his account that he didn't know about, and if they did he just hoped they didn't mess up his progress in his games. "did you get in?" he asked, sticking his head through the kitchen arch way.

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@cryptidsdad sent ❛ you're just .. really hot. ❜

dean looked up from his spot at the kitchen table to see the older man just watching him. "is that your way of saying you want me to be done with work for the night?" he had told robert he had a little more work to finish up after dinner, but he hadn't really been keeping track of how long he'd been working. he ran his hand though his hair as he leaned back, stretching over the back of the chair. "i can shut this down. i'm done for the night." boring bureaucracy stuff had to be done, but that didn't mean that dean enjoyed doing it when he had better things to do. "you could have said something if i took too long."

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@cryptidsdad sent was that your plan?

"it seemed like a good plan," dean reasoned, looking at the bottomless cardboard box in his arms. he'd thought it would be easier to carry everything in all at once so that the paper bags didn't get soaked by the rain. he'd put all the bags into an empty cardboard box, but hadn't thought about how the weight of the grocery bags might be too much for the untaped bottom. he looked up from the rain soaked bags and vegetables on the ground. "i think we can still salvage this stuff. i will admit though, this wasn't my best idea." he set the ruined cardboard box down and started to pick up the bags and spilled groceries. "you gonna help me, or just laugh?"

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@cryptidsdad sent ❛  do you believe in ghosts?  ❜

dean raised an eyebrow, looking over at robert from the driver's seat of the car. they'd been on the road for a while, and they'd reached a comfortable lull in their conversation. they'd paused their podcast at a toll booth and hadn't turned it back on since. "i guess, i heard a lot of ghost stories while i was in college cause i went to school in pennsylvania where damn near everything was supposedly haunted. why do you ask?" he kept his attention on the road, but he was listening for robert's answer.