#applepie-hunter

[soimtheimpala]

◊ //because-...A boys Car is always his best friend right?

◊:Your muse comes to mine, crying, how does my muse react?

//Indeed! 

When Dean came up to him crying, Baby was took slightly by surprise, but then again this wasn't the first time he had saw him crying, but it was the first time he was able to do something about it. "Come here." He spoke softly, stepping forward and taking the male into his arm. One hand rubbed his back and the other was on the back of his head, massaging it slightly. "Shh. Just let it all out." His voice was soft. After a moment he pulled his head back and put his hand onto the males cheek, brushing the tears away. "It's going to be okay." 

[iamthegoodson]

⊙﹏⊙ // ; - ; I love you from far far away *cough*

((no stop come closer let me wuv u))

[boykingrebel-blog]

★ ☆ I don't regret, sammy.

send a ★ if you want to kiss my muse, send a ☆ if you want to fuck my muse

“You d-- What?”

[soimtheimpala]

//Jaaay? Aw man, don't listen to that! You are wonderful, in every possible way and no one is allowed to say that! Your Impala is awesome and also your faceclaim for him! You are perfection, buddy. Don't let this get to you, sweety, okay? I luv you(Just sayin')~ -Jen

//Jeeen, thank you ;w;  I luv you too

[boykingrebel-blog]

◈ //just wonder owo

Send me a ◈ and I’ll generate a number.

15. Think you're trying to kill me for 2 days

Sam turns towards the door when he hears someone step in and gasps when his eyes meet Dean's. He suddenly walks backwards until his back reaches the wall. “Dean!”, he calls him, fear in his voice, trying to hide behind something. “Dean, don't! Please, I--”

[boykingrebel-blog]

(๏_๏)(>^ ▽^) > //lol I know I'm annoying♥

(๏_๏) - I stalk your blog

(>^ ▽^) > - I want to hug you

// you're everything but annoying sweetheart and yes please hug me *pets your hair and smooches* don't stop writing to me i wuv u

[boykingrebel-blog]

Dean grinned. "Don't pretend you wouldn't like it.." He said in a hhusky voice and ran his fingers through his brothers hair, over and over. He started to scratch his neck and kept grinning. He wanted to make Sam purr for him.

“Shut up”, he mutters but sighs in pleasure as his hand runs through the hair again, and bows a bit his own head until the other's fingers go on his neck. At that point he closes a little his eyes and his head involuntarily leans forward him, but his own hand suddenly grabs his wrist. “Would you stop it?!”, Sam says pushing him away.

[boykingrebel-blog]

*touches hair all over and rans hand through it*

“STOP IT.”