he mumbled through his gritted teeth , almost like a incoherent words , as soon as he was free from that spell dean gasped for a little air.
β right in the head and just πππ πππ. β he said louder, his eyes narrowing as one of his hands went behind his back to take his gun.
at first dean can't avoid to feel that deep pain in his chest , he wasn't expecting anything of all this but he asked for it and knew it.
his hands went directly towards his chest , gripping his shirt for a moment and then groaned awfully.
β blow low. . i could πππππ you β
to his hands , to guide them on his own thighs to dismiss his thoughts.
β don't get me wrong. . . but all my encounters were ( bad ) , except rowena. β
gray orbs back on the young witch , grin spreading across his face.
dean shrug. he was oblivious of all that jessica was going through as a child these years , but he doesn't feel too. . . friendly to ask.
β it's not our fault if they deserve it. β he started , but quickly notices his harsh words.
a low groan left his mouth as he glanced downβ