@iamcastiiel Pulls a face and assumes a mimicking tone: “language, Dean. I don’t care if you’re hurt, Dean.”
text : | He. Pricked. My toes.
text : | It HURT. There was blood.
@plushstiel Strong arm reaches down to press the plush closer in a strange embrace while his eyes scan to make sure no one is watching.
“Look, bud, you’re a 𝒅𝒐𝒍𝒍; an’ it just ain’t 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 for a grown man tone huggin’ on a 𝒅𝒐𝒍𝒍.”
Or when
he's an angel of the Lord.
⠀⠀⠀⠀Christmas appears to arrive early at the bunker, @APieRomance, as judged by the photo one celestial being has just sent to his friend.
Or when
he's an angel of the Lord.
⠀⠀⠀⠀Christmas appears to arrive early at the bunker, @APieRomance, as judged by the photo one celestial being has just sent to his friend.
@hergrxce “You’re 𝒏𝒐𝒕 getting me in a bath, Cass.”
Locker rooms were one thing, but it was showers only for this dude and certainly not in front of the angel chick.
@hergrxce Jam and toast.
Suuuuure why not just make a Dean-nutbutter 𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒘𝒊𝒄𝒉 while we’re at it.
Blond head tilts down and arms cross as the female invaded his personal space. Again.
Not that he 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚
minded anymore. —
@APieRomance,
⠀⠀⠀⠀Dean, l o o k .
⠀⠀⠀⠀One celestial may have just perfected a 'pumpkin pie soap' & it could be that a few thoughtful slices have been put in their bathroom & the kitchen now.