—;

“Dean, you’re cute, but you’re an idiot—;”

— glued. He had a leg rested up across to his opposite knee, one hand tapping gently on the table while then other held onto a beer, settling it on his thigh. Teeth sunk into his lower lip, eyes tracing the hunter with interest. “Dean. You’re home early.”

// I’ll be riGHT BACK DONT GO ANYWHERE FOLKS

// DO MY DMS COME THROUGH??

|| This is gonna be the death of me I h8 my life Nobody is getting my NOTIFS x.com/impioushunter/…

// I feEL LIKE IM SPAMMING YALL AND IM SO SO SORry HNGN IM ANNOYING