“You coulda rolled your eyes, told me to go to hell, you coulda walked away.. but you’re still here..”
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀мν. sѕ. иѕƒω
⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ Ðεαи Wιиcнεѕтεя.
⠀⠀⠀ ωяιттεи вч: #ains
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“I’m sorry- I’m here now. I’m okay-“
He leaned up to kiss her lips, rolling them over and peppering her face with kisses in return.
“I missed you. I’m here, babygirl.” https://t.co/fBWKf91Ath
Dean exhaled and smiled, arms circling her waist and pulling her close and lifting her up.
“M’fine, baby girl. Broke my phone—“ https://t.co/hC3yRabS6b
Throwing his pillow aside, I wasted no time jumping off the bed and into his arms, throwing my arms around his neck.
“I have been worried /sick/ about you!! You have a phone for a reason! Damn you, Winchester—“ https://t.co/uTfTO5vOAv
When Dean walked into the room, he let a soft sigh fall from his lips and then was quick to pull his boots off.
“Hey darlin’.”
He mumbled, pulling his dirtied jacket off and tossing it aside, followed by the flannel.
“Hunt took longer than expected.” https://t.co/jjfuPfF238
@gettyourgun Dean rubbed his thumb gently over hers, shaking his head.
“I’ll call you whenever possible, okay babygirl? You got nothin’ to worry about. I never stay dead anyway-“
He coughed a laugh, head shaking.
@gettyourgun Nudging his nose along her neck, he placed small kisses and then tucked her a bit closer.
“You’re not a mess, babe. Maybe a hot mess, but not a mess in general. You’re beautiful and funny and smart as hell— Everything, I love it ( all ).”
@gettyourgun His arm tucked tightly around her, he smoothed his palm softly over her stomach.
“I don’t think so, missy. Think I won the jackpot gettin’ you to like me. Didn’t think that’s ever happen— and here we are.”
@gettyourgun “Guess that makes two of us, huh.”
A kiss was placed to her neck gently, inhaling the soft scent of her hair.
“Forgive me for acting like a teenager but Jesus, Annie, I’m just.. awestruck.”
@gettyourgun “I love you too, baby.”
He returned the kisses several more times before turning and sliding aside her, just to pull her in as his lil spoon.
@gettyourgun With a grin, he scooped her up and smothered her cheeks in kisses, turning to tumble them onto the bed as carefully as he could, then propping himself over her.
“You can be as ( needy ) as you want. You’re my princess.”
@gettyourgun “Shuddup—“
He pushed himself from the bed, only to walk over to her and tug her forward.
“—Can’t handle needy? S’not my fault you’re so perfect.”
@gettyourgun “I know right-“ Dean rolled his eyes teasingly in return, kissing up her neck.
“Go pick a movie, Miss. I’m gonna grab us some pizza before Sam eats it all.”
He pulled back, unable to resist the gentle pat to her rear as he stepped off.
@gettyourgun It was surprising for Dean to see how often her boyfriend let them hang out. Not 'let', per say, but it was weird how he never persisted on meeting him or coming along when they went out.
In Dean's mind, it was perfect. But if he was in that »
@gettyourgun — you or...?” He’s teasing, hearing the freak of Sam’s steps behind him.
Glancing back over his shoulder, he watched the younger take a bit of pizza, shaking his head at Dean.
“I’m smiley cause this is my girlfriend—“
He tugged her closer.
“—that would make anyone pretty smiley.”
@gettyourgun — you or...?” He’s teasing, hearing the freak of Sam’s steps behind him.
Glancing back over his shoulder, he watched the younger take a bit of pizza, shaking his head at Dean.
“I’m smiley cause this is my girlfriend—“
He tugged her closer.
“—that would make anyone pretty smiley.”
@gettyourgun Dean watched the kiss, his mouth dropping open.
How d a r e she— Almost immediately he’s following after her, arms circling her waist from behind before mumbling.
“You’re evil-“ He chuckled, kissing all over her cheek.
“-did I not explain how jealous I get when it comes to —
@gettyourgun — cheeks. Clearing his throat, he shrugged, scoffing softly.
“What? Me? I’m not ‘smiley’— what’re you-“
He coughed a bit, hiding his grin by turning the other way and pretending to be distracted by a book on the table.
He’s w a y too blushy.
@gettyourgun “What’s got you so smiley?” Dean turned, watching Sam step in and set the pizza onto the counter.
He hadn’t even heard the door open, he was too focused on Annie.
A chuckle left his lips and he gently helped her off the counter, trying to avoid the blush that took over his —