#I GOTTA SHARE THEIR TOYHOUSES ON HERE I JUST REMEMBERS

[minminambus]

Rattleroad disability pride. If u even CARE.

[ask-the-totally-real-peppino]

Looks at Pep's profile on toyhouse:

Oooh, interesting stuff here! Also lots of sadness in the links! More thoughts below:

<"–and even being rescued himself in a few situations.">

<"- he and Porto helped me home when I was struggling to move, let alone keeping my form together -">

<"Porto, and Bello, found me when I wasn't in the best place, and very vulnerable">

My first thought was imagining Pep in 'Sopping Wet Creature' form being in either Porto or Bello's arms, but it's more likely him having a panic attack and both of them helping him get home.

<"but I realised what they needed, and I gave it to them - I still have that scar... I didn't even know I could get new scars...">

Wait, what do you mean new scars? And hmmm, clones don't really have blood (at least not like regular blood), but given what we currently know (or at least theorize) about Pep, perhaps he was the only one that could've helped Mirtillo.

(On a related note: Mirtillo being purple and considered to be Pep's baby. And a certain picture with a baby wearing purple. I'm not saying they're the same, just that maybe there's some subconscious connections here. Maybe the loss hits harder because he has lost his child before. It's twice now that he was taken away from his family.)

Also the dramatic irony of having an idea of what exactly happened to his family hurts! And every single one of Pep's links being one-sided thoughts! I'm over here making myself sadder theorizing that the last parts of each one are the exact thoughts he had while searching for them! That even though he was able to see the world outside the tower, he couldn't fully enjoy that freedom because in the back of his mind he's thinking that he failed them, that he was too weak and couldn't protect them–

He hopes that maybe, just maybe, he could find them. To be able to hug them again, hold them all in his arms and never let go. He would never ever lose them again.

Okay, I'm done for now.

On happier thoughts, Happy 1 year to this askblog! (It's March 1st where I am) Thank you for sharing this story with us! We appreciate all the love and care you bring with your designs and writing.

Always remember to take your time and have fun with it! Take care of yourself, Bean.

(Shy Theorist)

(AUGH, Shy Theorist Anon, must you sucker punch me right in the heart on this joyous occasion!!! (silly/lighthearted)

But you bring up various points! And I will provide context for others where applicable, like right now;

[Pep's updated reference on toyhou.se] and the [links where he shares his thoughts on his fambily members]

First point about [Porto] and [Bello] rescuing Pep I actually hope to touch on soon! Well, 'soon' as in 'within the next few story posts' - when they will actually be up is yet to be determined jfgksgd - but you're not too far off hehe

Second point about Pep getting a new scar - this is a little confusing since I don't draw scars in my cartoony style (for some reason that I do not remember) - unless it's like [Halloumi's] missing eye scar, which is just a big 'X' - but a lot of the characters do have visible scarring!

We just gotta hit them with the unsilly beam, like this;

And there they are! Although Pep's 'scars' are just markings to mimic Peppino's scars - except for one - while clones do not typically scar due to their healing/regeneration factor, it is possible

[Mirtillo] and [the baby in that 'certain' picture] both being purple babies might be intentional, or it might be bc I have a bias for purple, I'll never tell - but I do confirm they are not the same being, since Mirtillo has been depicted as a newborn clone (the 'gummy bear' stage) and clones made out of human cadavers do not have this stage

And yes!!! Pep doesn't know what happened to any of them, and he misses them all so much!!!

But they just might be closer than he thinks...

... Any way, thank you so much! Your kind words really mean a lot to me, and I always love hearing your thoughts and theories - even if I am a coy bastard about them sometimes, fkgfksdf

I know I keep saying that hopefully we get back to it, and I really mean it, but it in the meantime I just do what I can, and drop a few crumbs now and then hehe)

[brennustheskeleton]

Hello howdy! I gotta say your artwork is fantastic!

Though I wanted to ask, are people allowed to doodle your aus? Do you write at all :)? I’m a swatchton gal myself and I’d love to doodle them sometime!

Thank you, I'm pleased to hear you like my art <3

And YES I’D LOVE ART ABOUT MY AUS. You are all completely allowed to. Just credit who made the AU obviously xD

I do love to write but it's not something I share online much at all. I'm not on any fanfiction sites. You can see elements of my style of writing in captions and on my toyhouse. I mostly use writing as a tool to help me draw. For example, for every instalment of Eternal Winter, there is usually a written novel-esque draft of the scene before I even touch my stylus. It's by no means my best work but it assists me in developing the pacing, atmosphere and dialogue.

Here is the written draft for the first ever instalment of Eternal Winter

ALSO once I wrote a diary entry from the perspective of Spamton writing about the “dream” he had. He accidentally visited the windows xp wallpaper with a tree lmao

“The way I'm about to write this out feels stupid but I just want to express this the way I felt it as much as possible.

I had a dream long ago where it felt like I woke up in a strange new dimension. The sky was so bright I covered my eyes with my elbow. I realised that my jacket was not on me as my eyelids made contact with the white fabric of my cuffed shirt, the heat of my forearm traversing through it. The fabric started to absorb the tears welling in my eyes at how painfully luminescent the world had become. I started to feel every discomfort my senses could feel at that moment. The ground I was lying on was wet and poked at my back but I felt too heavy to get up. I extended an arm out to my side in this new world. The ground seemed to be covered in coarse hair or fur. I curled one of my hands around a strand and snapped it at the root. Suddenly a chilling wave passed over me, making me shiver and curl up. Did I anger some ancient beast when I ripped one of its hairs out? How could I have woken on a creature? I'm sure it was a dream with how fantastical this is. But with how sensory the experience was, it makes me keep doubting myself.

I rushed the strand to a cusped hand covering my eyes to get a closer look at it. The strand was green but not just a solid shade of green, the root was lighter in colour. It wasn't round as a normal strand of hair would be, kind of flat with a more solid pole(?) structuring it. I tossed the strand to my side and took a deep breath.

Even the air seemed different, colder and aromatic but more filling. My hand traced the green hair above my head where I meet a sudden obstacle. A solid object with rough, almost cement, skin. The main structure reached way higher than my arm could reach and scout for me. So I decided to finally uncover my eyes. I almost regretted it as my eyes watered again but the sight I saw was worth it. The rough object was a towering cylinder that reached way higher than I ever could. It seemed it was trying to touch heaven, dividing, spreading and sprawling itself like a spider diagram. The overwhelming amount of dark beige and green appendages were blanketing the sky for me. I realised I have not even looked at the actual sky this whole time. Tilting my head, I witnessed the expanse of this world. The multi-shaded green ground stretched endlessly to the blue horizon. Unlike the gradient green of the hair, the sky was a solid baby blue, one that would paint a nursery. I suddenly felt so much smaller. That this realm seemed to expand without me, indifferent if I were there to explore or not. It possessed endeavours and desires that surpassed me. Ever growing and breathing on its fruition.

When I woke up, my home was so much darker than I remembered. I stumbled and tripped in my once familiar store. My heel kept hitting every box of merchandise I placed that day before. Everything seemed so much more...silent and dead. I found my mounted mirror that morning and used it to look at my back. There were the same greens of the fur that once prodded and poked me smeared on my shirt like paint. My eyelids still beckon me to return to this realm of light to this day. But every time I sleep I can't seem to ever return to it.

I sound insane, I’ve been told that my whole life. But experiences like these in my life are the ones that make me afraid of forgetting, losing myself to nothing and the darkness. I want to see this world again but I don't think I ever will.”

[scruffyssketchbook]

Can I share a Pokémon related hot take?

*ahem*

I actually don't like Pikachu as much I as I used to, Pikachu is overrated. Eevee, the rest of the Eeveelutions, Sprigatito, and Lucario are much better than Pikachu. I'm so tired of seeing goddamn Pikachu everywhere, I don't care if Pikachu is Pokémon's mascot, Pikachu is overused and overrated. I'm okay that Sprigatito seems to be the new mascot.

I also think Charizard is overrated, like wow you guys sure love a flightless dragon. Like seriously, Charizard is fire-FIGHTING type instead of fire-flying type despite having wings? What bullshit.

Honestly, the only Pikachu I'm fine with is Detective Pikachu because they actually bothered to give him a personality besides being some cute tagalong mascot. Sure he tags along with Tim, but Detective Pikachu's technically the one leading in the game, telling Tim what to do, so they're more on equal grounds as partners.

But aside from all that, I think Pikachu is overused and overrated. I'll give an exception for Detective Pikachu, but aside from that, some other Pokémon deserves the spotlight. That's actually what led to me creating a parody webcomic called "It Ain't Easy Being Eevee," I got sick of seeing Pikachu everywhere.

Sorry for going on a tangent and rambling like an old man lol

As someone in the eevee community, this take is actually pretty common take. But you gotta realize that Eevee is ALSO everywhere. Eevee is officially Pokemon's second mascot, next to Pikachu and Charizard, there's a LOT of Eevee/eeveelution merch as well. (plus isn't eevee's personality just "cute"? ) I looked up Manetric on Toyhouse for character inspo and found out that I had more Eevee OC's on TH than Manetric had on the website period. Sprigatito is popular, yes, but that will most likely pass after Paldea is over with and we are on the next region. Like remember when Piplup was everywhere? Eevee IS more popular than Pikachu! There are several polls showing this, both official and unofficial. For example, here

In this docs link, it shows someone who got 52,000 responses for their favorite pokemon vote. Yes, Charizard was number 1, but guess what? Umbreon was number 6 and Eevee was number 9. Pikachu did not reach top 10. (they were actually Number 44) By family, eevee and the eeveelutions had the most votes out of every single pokemon family with a total of 2865 votes.

And like, there are sections of the pokemon fandom that hate eeveelutions/eevee for this popularity the same way as people hate Pikachu and Charizard for theirs, and these people say the same thing. They are overused, they are overrated, etc etc.

I'd say, "it ain't easy being Eelektrik or Silcoon or Baltoy" at least Eevee is loved by the masses and is also everywhere.... (ok I actually do like Baltoy LOL, but that's JUST ME)

[bogkeep]

i wrote down a rough outline for the Timian Fable and Vinta Qir story, just to have it written down Somewhere, and i feel like it’s only fair to share it with people who care about them!! i wrote it in a google doc but i’m gonna copypaste it under the readmore, so i hope the formatting isn’t too fucky.

(here’s a toyhouse page for my iphimery characters)

Prince Aljanah (third son of the queen, pretty far down in line to the throne, generally bored, has zero responsibilities and zero accountability) seduces Timian mostly for the heck of it. I mean, Timian is super cute, so like. Why not. He gives him a smooch and a stealthy “think about it, OK?” and oh god does Timian ever think about it. It’s a really Big Conflict in his brain because he has a DUTY and this goes against ALL DUTY and Aljanah is almost literally his employer (his loyalty is sworn to the royal family) so it’s like! What the hell is he supposed to do!! What the prince wants is supposed to trump what he wants, unless it puts the royal family’s safety in jeopardy, and AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH (and he kind of really wants to?? There’s a lot to unpack here?????)

 There’s some genuine friendship in there, where Aljanah helps Timian overcome some trauma around magic, but for the most part Timian is left pining for a relationship Aljanah isn’t interested in.

(Aljanah teaches Timian some light magic maybe??? Timian isn’t too keen on using it, ever. He does learn some very useful magic blocks though.)

Vinta is on a mission to assassinate Aljanah. Timian stops them and they are equally measured in strength. Vinta is about to use their magic (which they only use as a last resort), but Timian then has a moment of Gay (their faces are very close together) and blurts out something like “oh... you’re beautiful” which takes Vinta so unexpectedly aback they kind of… flee

Vinta tries again another time, but Timian is there again to meet them, and this time Vinta goes straight for the magic - which freaks Timian out bc trauma, but he remembers what Aljanah taught him and counters it. The ordeal leaves both of them so exhausted, they kind of just lie down and… start bonding over how magic kinda sucks. Very begrudgingly, on Vinta’s part at least. 

(“Please don’t forget me?” “I don’t think I could even if I wanted to”) Unsure If Vinta Agrees To Stop The Assassination But They Certainly Seem Very Unhappy About The Prospect Of One

Despite it seeming like Timian may never meet Vinta again… Vinta keeps showing up. Not as an assassin in the dark, but like, on the street? Off the clock? So they sort of start hanging out?? Vinta has a real knack for finding Timian anywhere, anytime… one time they come across him singing by himself down by the water, but they don’t approach him. Just sit down and listen out of sight, a little guilty for intruding. 

Timian seems awfully forgiving of Vinta attempting to murder his crush, but hey, Vinta was just trying to do his job. Timian seems extremely reluctant to talk about Aljanah at all ever though. Vinta slowly pieces together that Timian has some really strong and painful feelings towards the prince. IT’S COMPLICATED

Vinta never ever addresses the whole “you’re beautiful” thing. Timian never brings it up either. THEY’RE BOTH THINKING ABOUT IT, CONSTANTLY

This is like. The first time either of them has a friend who’s really their equal and who kind of really gets them. It’s so incredibly precious and neither wants to mess that up. This has never happened before in the history of gay

Timian’s relationship to romance/sexuality is very… he has a duty, you know? He has to be stronger than that and not let it ever distract him. So of course Aljanah comes along and MESSES ALL OF IT UP. GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

He has some issues. He’s working on it. 

In all honesty he started out very clueless like he didn’t recognize crushes as crushes for such a long time because “they’re just such lovely friends :)” you know. So it was very easy to say he was above these things BUT HE WASN’T!! HE WASN’T!!! HE WAS JUST A DUMBASS!!! What Aljanah does is essentially just confront the dumbassery head on and it’s like oh no *pictures of all his dear lovely friends spill out of pocket* “i’m gay???” “always was”

Vinta’s relationship to romance/sexuality was to repress all of it because they don’t belong to themself. They were like, keenly aware every time Some Feeling showed up uninvited and they would throttle it and shove it down where it never got to flourish. 1) they can’t have it 2) they don’t deserve it So don’t even try, you know? There’s no fucking point. 

AND SO THEY PINE FOR ONE ANOTHER

I mean they kind of… help each other a lot, sharing traumas, letting the other that they deserve to have nice things, and be a person maybe?? Maybe duty isn’t all there is for them out there? Sounds fake but ok [gazes longingly into each other’s eyes]

Vinta never goes through with the assassination on prince Aljanah but sometimes they kind of really want to. Not because of a job, but because oh my god Aljanah broke Timian’s heart and also AAUGHH HE DOESN’T DESERVE TIMIAN’S DEVOTION THIS IS UPSETTING I DON’T KNOW HOW TO COPE WITH THIS DSJKSDJKDSFJB!!

They also gotta deal with the pressure from the assassin’s guild. Since they’re one of the top assassins they got a lot of leeway at first, but now that they’re questioning both their purpose and loyalty and kind of push back… it’s getting kind of dangerous maybe. The other assassins start getting on their case as well and Vinta has to keep up appearances and prove that they’re not too Weak to do it.  Vinta has a lot of pride in their skills ok. Pride is one of the emotions they’ve let themself foster.

Meanwhile Timian is kind of slowly able to let go of his yearning for Aljanah, because he’s found a relationship that’s filling in all the wounds from what he’s not getting from the prince?? Like he’s investing in a friendship that’s actually fulfilling and a two way street? And maybe?? Something More?? SJAJHSDJKA???

It’s giving Timain the ability to set a boundary between himself and Aljanah that was sorely lacking before. Things are still kind of Strange and a little Painful but he’s on a healthier path and we’re all very proud of him

Look I haven’t thought too hard about the actual plot with the assassination and stuff but imagine that other assassins take on the mission to kill Aljanah and VINTA TEAMS UP WITH TIMIAN TO PROTECT THE GARBAGE PRINCE BECAUSE HE MATTERS TO TIMIAN. 

Aljanah hasn’t met Vinta before (he just sleeps through assassination attempts for the most time, it happens frequently enough that he just accepts that this is his lot in life???) and is like oh thank you and who do I owe the honor and Vinta just punches him in the face

Since that was overall confusing, Timian and Vinta kind of have to talk about it, and Vinta admits to having some… Selfish And Greedy Feelings and they are clearly not ready to confess properly yet

Timian has, for better or for worse, learnt some things from Aljanah. “You want to see something selfish?” he says, kissing Vinta. “Think about it, OK?” he says before he goes, leaving a VERY DAZED Vinta just standing there

[MORE THINGS HAPPEN????]

In the future. When Vinta has quit the guild and Timian is no longer a royal guard, and they make a home together and create a life where they no longer work in violence… 

Vinta collects knives because they love knifes. Knives have always felt Safe to them because magic has been the dangerous tool. Vinta gets really good at woodworking.

Timian helps out at an apothecary. Which is funny because his name just means thyme in norwegian. He doesn’t keep any polearms around, but if necessary he can wield a really mean pitchfork.

They’re both highly skilled fighters, but don’t try to drag them into any pointless wars, ok? It won’t end well for you.

They love and care eachother 

[cassiefanfic]

Goodnight Dean

Fandom: Supernatural

Character/Ship: Dean Winchester x Reader, Sam Winchester

Warning: So much fluff, slight swearing (DEAN LANGUAGE!)

Writer: Cassie

Words: 1482

Requested by: None

Summary: As she grew up, Charlie Mary Winchester loved having her dad read her to sleep. As he went to go help Sam with hunts, it became a tradition to continue reading to the young Winchester every night.

[Based off of:] Personal story prompt: Imagine Dean reading over the phone to your daughter to help her sleep. I remember seeing a movie a while back where a dad read with his daughter over the phone each night he was out late at work. Something like this

Author’s Note: Charlie is about 4-5. Also, I totally checked out a crap ton of kids books from the library for this. I DON’T OWN THE RIGHTS TO THE BOOKS AT ALL!

Third Person

“Are your teeth all brushed Charlie?”

“Yes, mommy!”

“And flossed?”

Charlie gave a soft giggle and nodded, crawling into bed. Y/N helped tuck her in before looking at the bookshelf.

“Which book Charlie? Rapunzel?”

“No mommy we did that yesterday! Something else!”

“Okay okay. How about The Three Little Pigs?”

Charlie nodded excitedly. “The wolf one mommy!”

Y/N dialed Dean as she held the book in her lap, sitting next to her daughter. Dean, on the other hand, was half asleep when his phone rang.

“Son of a bitch.” He mumbled as he answered the phone. Rubbing his eyes, he sat up and grabbed the backpack next to his bed. Sam gave a soft chuckle as Dean said, “Hello?”

“DADDY!” Charlie squealed towards the phone, which Y/N put on speaker.

“There’s my beautiful girl. Where’s mommy?” Dean stood and walked to the table in the room, sitting down and pushing the trash aside from dinner.

“I’m right here Dean.” Y/N replied.

“How are you two doing? What did you learn today Charlie?”

“Mommy taught me writing!” Charlie said excitedly as she looked at her writing practice book on the table across the room. It was amongst the stacks of Math and Reading practice books Y/N got for Charlie. It was the closest they could really get Charlie for an education but it was the best they could do. “I got all the way to big H!”

“She did. And I hope we can get to P tomorrow-” Y/N stopped talking as Dean giggled lightly. “Really Dean?”

“Oh come on! That was hilarious Y/N!” Dean said through his giggles, holding his stomach.

“Come on Dean. It’s storytime.”

“Alright alright. Which one tonight?” Dean asked as he dug through the backpack of picture books. Ever since Charlie turned 3, Dean began going back on hunts. And Y/N and Dean found great difficulty with getting Charlie to sleep without her dad there to read to her. So they formed a system. Each book they got Charlie, they got a second copy for Dean. When on hunts, the boys would take the backpack so that Charlie could get a good night's sleep. It was their system, and it fit just well.

“The True Story of The Three Little Pigs.” Y/N said as she opened the book, letting Charlie hold the phone.

“Alright.” Dean pulled out his copy and opened it. “Let’s do this.” After clearing his throat, he began reading. “Everybody knows the story of The Three Little Pigs-”

Charlie groaned and shook her head. “With the voices Daddy!”

“The voices?” Dean stopped and looked over at Sam, who was covering his mouth, his shoulders shaking, obviously holding back as much laughter as he could.

“Dean you know she can’t sleep unless you do the voices.” Y/N teased, knowing everything that was happening on the other line. Sam was holding back laughter, Dean had a pale face. It was the same as each time.

“Okay okay uh…” Dean coughed before deeply saying, in the best big bad wolf voice he could, “Or at least they think they do.”

And Sam lost it, laughing as hard as he could. Charlie giggled but listened, watching the pictures on the pages of the book as Dean read. And Y/N was just left sitting there smiling, listening to her husband’s silly voice as it soothed Charlie to sleep. Y/N closed the book and slipped away, tucking in Charlie and putting the book away as Dean unknowingly kept reading.

“And I sneezed a great sneeze-”

“She’s asleep Dean.” Y/N said as she walked down the hall to her room, turning off the lights as she went.

“And how is my beautiful wife?” Dean asked, putting the book back in the backpack and laying back on his motel bed.

“Missing her handsome husband. I’m gonna make some pies tomorrow.”

“Oh really. What kind?”

“Cherry. And pecan. Charlie said if I make pecan pie, you’ll come home sooner.”

Dean smiled and nodded. “We just gotta follow up on the survivor tomorrow then we will head back. How does that sound?”

“That sounds fantastic. How far away are you?” Y/N laid under the covers and curled up, holding Dean’s pillow close.

“It’s only a 5-hour drive. Don’t worry.”

“You know what?”

“What baby?” Dean asked as he looked at the photo of Y/N, Dean, Sam and Charlie when it was Charlie’s 4th birthday.

“Your pillow still smells like you.”

“You’re hugging it aren’t you?”

“Yes. It’s all I have until I can hug you tomorrow.” She whispered.

“I know. I can’t wait.” Dean chuckled. “Get some sleep baby. I love you.”

“I love you too Dean. Goodnight.”

The next day, Y/N kept Dean coming home a secret from Charlie. They kept working on writing and got all the way to the letter P before working on numbers and simple addition. After some mac and cheese for dinner, Y/N waited in her daughter’s room, checking her phone for any texts from Dean. Sure enough, there was one sent a few minutes ago.

“Sammy is driving. Call me for storytime. We are another few hours out.”

Y/M sighed and sadly text back, “Alright. Tell Sam to drive safe.’

After getting Goodnight Moon out and tucking in Charlie, she called Dean and snuggled close to their little girl.

“Well, there they are! I thought you two fell asleep already.” Dean said, the smile on his face evident in his voice.

“Not yet daddy! Goodnight Moon night!”

“Well of course! That’s your favorite one, Charlie!” Dean said as he opened the book. “Alright. Here we go. In the great green room, there was a telephone. And a red balloon. And a picture of the cow jumping over the moon. MMMOOOO!” Dean sounded, causing Charlie to burst out in laughter through the next few lines until they could hear him again. “And two little kittens. And a pair of mittens. And a little toyhouse. And a young mouse. Where’s the mouse baby girl?”

“Under the window daddy!”

“And where am I?”

“In Baby!”

“No. I’m right here.” Suddenly Dean appeared in the doorway of Charlie’s room, book in one hand and the phone pressed to his ear. Charlie let out a squeal, climbing to the edge of the bed with her arms up. Dean crossed the room in two strides, pocketing his phone and dropping the book before picking up his little girl and hugging her close.

“Daddy you’re home!”

“I know honey. I am glad I caught you before you fell asleep.” He whispered as he kissed the side of the young girl’s head. His eyes quickly moved to the shocked Y/N, who was still clutching the phone in one hand and the other copy of Goodnight Moon in the other. “Surprise beautiful.”

“Daddy daddy where’s Unca Sammy?”

As if on cue, Sam entered the room and took Charlie in his arms, allowing Y/N to drop the contents in her hands and run to Dean, jumping into his embrace as their lips pressed together. Yes, it was only a week, but even hours apart made Y/N miss her husband.

“I thought you were hours away.” She whispered, looking into Dean’s eyes.

A smile drew across his face and he chuckled. “It wouldn’t be a surprise if I told you exactly where I was, would it? I’ll finish getting our girl to bed and then I want to spend my night in my comfortable bed with my beautiful wife. Got it?”

Y/N smiled lightly and pulled away from Dean as Sam laid down the yawning Charlie, walking to Y/N and hugging her tightly.

“Hey, Sammy.”

“Hey Y/N. How far did she get?”

“To the letter P and addition. She’s going fast.”

Sam smiled and kissed the top of Y/N’s head before waving goodnight to Charlie, who honestly could not care. She was snuggled up to her dad, listening to his rough voice read her Goodnight Moon, eyelids heavy. Y/N went to her and Dean’s shared room, sitting at the foot of the bed, waiting for Dean. Within 10 minutes, Dean’s heavy footsteps came down the hall and he entered the room, staring at Y/N.

“Is she asleep?” Y/N asked head tilted slightly.”

“Yes, she is,” Dean replied, grabbing Y/N’s hips and pulling her up to him.

“Did you miss me?”

“Oh god yes.”

“Tell me how much Winchester.” Y/N whispered, placing a soft kiss on Dean’s earlobe. Dean smiled and grabbed her chin.

“Oh, I will. But first, where's that pie I heard about?"