#bowtotheboyking

[captainangelofthelord]

I heard my fuckboy was back

[thehauntedhunter]

"I don't really see the appeal in these," Sam admitted, a smoking cigarette between his fingers as smoke trailed from his lips. "They don't calm me down enough and they don't have the greatest taste. But they're legal, y'know?"

“If y’could see y’erself, y’d see the appeal,” Luke murmured, eyes locked on Sam’s slightly parted lips, his own cigarette dangling half-forgotten from his fingers. “I’d be happy t’kiss the taste away f’er ya’, darlin’.” Of course, the same flavor is on his lips, but that’s not the true point.

[thehauntedhunter]

@bowtotheboyking

“That is ridiculous”

“I know, bu’ th’lore says i’s true, look.”

[thehauntedhunter]

@bowtotheboyking

“Are you drunk?”

“Poss’bly. Prob’ly, seein’ as there’s two o’ya’. Y’er very han’some, both o’ya’.”

[thehauntedhunter]

@bowtotheboyking

“Please kiss me”

“Well since y’asked so nice darlin’, I’m happy t’oblige.”

[thehauntedhunter]

@bowtotheboyking

“Oh my god what happened?”

“There were a few more vamps than I w’s prepared f’er when I actually found th’nest. C’n ya’ help me stitch up?”

[thehauntedhunter]

@bowtotheboyking

“It was an accident”

“How d’ya’ accidentally adopt a livin’ cott’n ball? Look a’ i’, i’s jus’ fluff wi’ eyes.”

[connorwalshisgr8]

It had been a month since Connor had heard from Dean. Now, Connor knew what Dean did for a living, if you could call it that, and he knew that it was normal for Dean to be gone for weeks on end. But the older male made it a point to at least send a text, even if it was a stupid smiley just to let Connor know he was breathing. A month with nothing was enough to get Connor to attempt to track him down.

All of Dean’s phones were off. He’d called Dean’s brother and got no answer, but that phone was on and with a few tricks that Dean had taught him, Connor managed to track down his younger brother, Sam. Now, he didn’t know how this was going to go, or if Dean would be pissed he contacted Sam but anything was better than not knowing.

Kermit, Texas. Connor flew into Dallas from Philadelphia, got a rental and drove the six ours to Kermit until he found the motel Sam was calling home. He didn’t question it. He’d met Dean at a motel that looked a lot worse than that one. After talking to the clerk he got Sam’s room number and casually knocked on the door.