Dean.

But, in the end, I learned it RAINS in H E L L and ANGELS could be B A D. 《Gank First. Ask Questions Later. 》 #Alpha. RP/MC/MV #TorturedOrion

[Dean. @TorturedVessel]

x And I've been wrong.
I've been down...
---into the bottom of every bottle.
These five words in my head scream---

Are we having fun yet? x

[Dean. @TorturedVessel]

@FeralOrion —slipping his hand back into hers and leading her up the steps to the entrance of the Bunker.

He should’ve checked the weather beforehand but he’d been too rushed to set up that he hadn’t even bothered to.]

[Dean. @TorturedVessel]

[He won’t admit what’s about to happen was put together half an hour ago but he’d genuinely planned it out a month ago; like she’d said—his mind usually got occupied. And he may have missed the date.

But feeling encouraged by her smile, Dean downs his shot prior to nodding—

[𝓑ʀᴏᴏᴋᴇ @FeralOrion]

Fair. {Her smile is growing as her dimples are now on full display, hazel eyes lingering on his green ones.} Trouble has a plan? Sign me up!

{Clinks her shot glass against his before downing the bitter liquid.}

[Dean. @TorturedVessel]

@FeralOrion [Watching her move about excitedly causes a fond smile that’s rarely seen and only for her to appear on his lips, his heart skipping a subtle beat as she approaches again.

He gazes down at her, making a mental note to make sure the cardigan does keep her warm before he’s—

[Dean. @TorturedVessel]

@FeralOrion —she knew he’d done what he could; he always did and it would always be enough for her.

Dean paused, green eyes sweeping over her frame before he was pausing midstep; his brow furrowing in throught.]

Go grab a sweater.

[Dean. @TorturedVessel]

@FeralOrion Ya got such little faith in me. Sammy is out on a case with Cas actually—so we’d have to wait for bail anyways.

[He snorted as he gave her a gentle squeeze while pulling her through the bunker, bottle still clutched in one hand.

This was one thing he loved about her,—

[𝓑ʀᴏᴏᴋᴇ @FeralOrion]

Truly the gift that keeps on giving because I fall for it every damn year.

[Dean. @TorturedVessel]

C’mon now. I may take until a second before twelve some years, but I ain’t ever too preoccupied for ya, Sweetcheeks.

[Slides a shot glass towards her with an exaggerated roll of his eyes; holding up his own glass.] After this, bottle shots ‘cause I did have a lame plan.

[𝓑ʀᴏᴏᴋᴇ @FeralOrion]

I— {Tilts her head to the side, narrowing her eyes at him although a hint of a smile is tugging her lips.} Well, I never know. Your mind is so preoccupied each day.

[Dean. @TorturedVessel]

I might forget a lot of important shit. But I won’t ever forget my favorite tradition of making an angel on earth believe I’m selfish enough to forget her birthday.

[Dean. @TorturedVessel]

You’re such a brat. [He huffs out whilst snatching the bottle from her hand and taking a swig before he begins to finish pouring the shots.]

Ya truly think I forgot about ya, hey?

[𝓑ʀᴏᴏᴋᴇ @FeralOrion]

{Stops mid-pour and looks at him. After a few moments of blatant staring, she shrugs.} Apparently, today is Mardi Gras.

[Dean. @TorturedVessel]

— When the curtains call the time?
Will we both go home alive?
It wasn’t hard to realize;
Love’s the death of peace of mind. x

[Dean. @TorturedVessel]

You—want pizza?

[Dean. @TorturedVessel]

Love shots! [Claps his hands together in anticipation.] What’s the occasion?

[𝓑ʀᴏᴏᴋᴇ @FeralOrion]

But you're the one— {Shakes her head.} Never mind. Want to do some shots with me?

[Dean. @TorturedVessel]

See ya paid some attention.

Speaking of pizza…

[Dean. @TorturedVessel]

// I forgot which brackets I used on this account

[Dean. @TorturedVessel]

I mean, sure. You’re the one who brought it up. *Lifting his shoulders into a nonchalant shrug.* Just sayin’.

[𝓑ʀᴏᴏᴋᴇ @FeralOrion]

It was pretty damn traumatizing for me too, Dean. I don't— { Sighs, rubbing her forehead. } Can we please move on from this?

[Dean. @TorturedVessel]

No, no. The short guy was the dude we named the ice cream after.

[Dean. @TorturedVessel]

Do ya know how /traumatizing/ that was for me?

[𝓑ʀᴏᴏᴋᴇ @FeralOrion]

No, you're right. Extremely poor taste to joke about that. I'm sorry.

[Dean. @TorturedVessel]

The Caesar salad? Wasn’t that dude stabbed, Brooke?

[Dean. @TorturedVessel]

No, no. I’m talkin’ about you being Crowley’s meat suit. That ain’t somethin’ to joke about, Brooke.

[𝓑ʀᴏᴏᴋᴇ @FeralOrion]

Morbid sense of humor. But we can certainly go back to the main topic of discussion. Makeup sex.