Sam kicked his shoes off and made quick work of his shirt and pants. Which would explain why it sucks, but oh well. My work cannot be reproduced or posted by anyone other than me or without my express, written consent.
When his footsteps grew closer and he screamed your name you jumped out from around the corner while aiming the flare gun.
Feeling suddenly rejuvinated Dean hurried to the kitchen, pausing in the door at the sight of you bending over in front of the oven, apron and oven gloves on as you removed a beautifully golden pie. They did the opposite of both! Gif made by fierydeans.
The Curveball. Questioning you on the whereabouts of his brother, Sam shrugs off his jacket and places it around your shoulders. Castiel imagine Supernatural imagine Castiel imagines Supernatural Supernatural imagines Castiel imagines where dreamers go. The first few times the three of you slept together, you were all so squished that you ended up on the floor so you could spread out it was like a giant sleepover which was actually fun, even though Dean complained about a crick in his back.
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Rarely did he take off his constant mask of self-confidence and sureness. A moan left your mouth and you pressed your back against his chest to get closer to him. Dust followed the tires as you trudged up to Singer Salvage Yard.
His hands dance along your back to your bra strap; removing it easily with the flick of his wrist. Dean just looked at you, unsure of what to say, but for some reason… he believed you. You believe what he was saying. He grabbed her elbow, pushing her out the door, and throwing her duffel bag at her feet.