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Dean: MAOSN
Dean: DUENGON
Dean: NWO
Dean: I WANAN EB SCAERD
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"I kinda already guessed that. I mean, I’m pretty great."
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Why is it you can’t just let me push you out?
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Boy Division by My Chemical Romance
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Dean peers closer to the lump of body, heart beat picking up, phone already dialing an emergency number. Once he recognizes the twisted face of Mason Anderson, he drops his phone in a puddle and dashes over to him, struggling to pick up the heavier man, ready to help him himself.
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Dean stares at them with a skeptical frown, remaining quiet for a while. “What did… What did you do to them?”
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4/14- Mason needs to not be so… Masony. Like I get it, you want to stop all of my problems, but I’m a big boy, I’ve been potty trained, I can handle things.
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Whenever Mason is upset, Dean will pull stupid faces. They’re often overlooked, since that’s just his face normally.
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"Mason! I’m not arguing with you on this," Dean shouts, storming away.
The black haired boy shrugs in his chair, spinning his back towards the younger man. “Whatever. The new Tom & Jerry episodes are better and you know it,” he mumbles to himself.
Even though he merely uttered the words to himself, Dean screeches, "Get out of my house!"
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Since Mason was taking a while in the shower while spending the night, long after the hot water would’ve run out, Dean creeps to the door and gingerly knocks on it. “Hey buddy? You alright?” Upon hearing no response, he opens the door slightly, bracing himself for seeing an unwanted sight. However, he sees a fully clothed Mason, head down in the tub. He dashes in, muttering profanities under his breath. He pulls him up and makes him choke out the water, fanning out the fabric sticking to his chest.
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"Hey! Mason, I get that I’m smaller than you, but you can’t just run into me. That’s pretty rude."
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"The things I do for you. I should just let you get soaked, but… Here. Take mine. A little rain never hurt anyone."
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Dean sniffles as he scrolls through his contacts, his eyes landing on Mason’s number. He waits for the ringing to end and the voice to start, and when it does, he takes a sharp breath in. “What Dean…” Mason grumbles out, voice groggy. Dean lets out a smile and a shaky sigh of relief, knowing the gruesome nightmare was just that, his friend was still alive. “You smell bad,” he mumbles out before hanging up and curling up again.
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Dean frowns and tilts his head, unable to stop himself from smiling in a confused way. “Hashtag WWLS. What would Lucy Say? Hashtag WWLKF. Who would Lucy kill first?”
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Dean frowns and purses his lips; he’d never seen Mason break down before. He awkwardly wraps his arms around him and pats his head to make him smile. “Why did the cookie go to the hospital? Because he felt crummy! Smile or I’ll cry.”
