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22-06-2016 18:00:40
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Donβt mind him, heβs busy in the kitchen preparing the sixth pie for ; π«π¬π¨π΅., all of which are different kinds. Dean deserved some spoiling, and Cas likes his lil apron.
βππ°π±π¦π’π© is mine. Not yours. He belongs to me.
And heβs ( s o u n d ) asleep against his hunter, arms tucked oh so protectively around him. Maybe heβll make ; π«π¬π¨π΅. some breakfast in the morning. Or, more likely than not, heβll make his /grace/ do it.
Arms curl around ; π«π¬π¨π΅. from behind, a display of sweets on the table behind himself. For D e a n, obviously. Heβs covering his eyes. βGuess who-β
When ; π«π¬π¨π΅. hits on him in front of Samβ;
Sprawls on ; π«π¬π¨π΅.. βI miss my hunter.β
Plants himself under ; π«π¬π¨π΅.βs arm, finally having returned from heaven. He feels guilty, of course, but heβs here now for as long as Dean pleases. Arms tuck around his hunter, a gentle kiss given to his jaw. βI missed you, Dean.β
Impatiently awaits ; π«π¬π¨π΅.