Met at a run-down gas station, Sam trying to pocket some of the snacks and Dean walks in, saw right through the little play Sam was putting on, still, waits until the shop keeper notice it ( Dean definitely, silently, sneakily redirect the shop keeper’s attention towards Sam because well, he’s a good citizen, no? ), and threaten Sam to step out. Paid for the snacks like they ain’t something matter, then left the play with pack of beers. He knows he’ll be followed, and he was right. Barely three steps outside the shop, he saw the kid trailing behind. ‘Thank you’ The kid says, quietly, eyes lock on him and looking unfairly pretty with his big eyes under those bangs. What a pretty thing like him doing out here, Dean doesn't know, still he thanks god for it cause how could he met the kid otherwise? Loose jean and sneakers and a T-shirt, schoolbag on his shoulder, classic runaway outfit, and from the way the kid stands, bracing himself before everyone but also thinks he could outsmart everyone, clearly a kid trying to prove himself and his deadbeat dad yada yada yada. Now Dean wouldn’t mind playing hero once in a while, but he ain’t gonna deny the tightness in his jeans as his eyes, once again, roam around the kid’s lengthy limbs and pretty face and firm ass- Kid’s a jailbait and he doesn’t know it, offering himself up to a filthy old man like Dean. He’s gonna think of how his hands making marks on the kids narrow hips, thumbs pressing down the tailbone a d coax out the prettiest noise ever from the kid.
