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IT LOGS YOU OUT

YOU CANT FOLLOW URSEL F NOUR

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nour's a cute pass it on

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dean and thor being cute and romantic or sexy and unf (not nour haha)

(This is an AU in which Thor is a hunter and a bartender okay Not Nour? c:)

Dean entered the bar cautiously, green eyes scanning the room as he sat down at the bar.

"What can I get for you?" asked the bartender. The man’s British- or was it Australian?- accent was out of place in the run-down shithole this bar seemed to be.

Dean had been in worse places, however, and didn’t look up at the bartender. “Just a beer, thanks,” he mumbled in reply. It was stupid of him to come here in the first place, but he figured that dad wouldn’t really care, given that he was currently caught in another screaming contest with Sammy about his decision to go to Stanford.

A cool bottle of beer, already opened, entered Dean’s field of vision as it was set down in front of him by the bartender. He snatched the bottle and took a large swig of it. He didn’t feel the presence of the bartender leave, however, so he glared up at the other man.

The bartender was taller than him, with wheat-blond hair that reached an inch below the ears. The man’s face was almost regal-looking, despite the stubble, and bright blue eyes stared at Dean worriedly. He was clad in a dark shirt and jeans. “You sure you okay?” the man asked him.

"M’fine," Dean snapped.

The bartender held up his hands in a gesture for surrender. “Fine, fine, I was just concerned…” he replied. “Can I at least sit in the seat next to you, if it’s not too much trouble? My shift already ended, and I think drinking alone isn’t a good thing under any circumstances.”

"Knock yourself out," Dean grunted, taking another gulp of beer. He watched the bartender with careful eyes as he claimed the open bar stool to his left.

"So what’s a guy like you doing in a place like this?" the bartender asked with a charming smile. "My name’s Thor, by the way."

Dean snorted. Bad pickup lines and named after the Norse god of thunder. Yep, this guy was definitely unique. “Name’s Dean,” the hunter said, after a beat of silence.

Neither man spoke, Dean off in his own world. After about half an hour of sitting with Thor in silence, Dean finally stood up. It was getting late, he should probably get back to the motel room. As he was slipping out the door the same way he got in, Thor grabbed the sleeve of his leather jacket and pressed something into Dean’s hand.

Dean walked out of the bar and got into the Impala, only looking at what Thor had given him once he was behind the steering wheel. Thor’s number had been jotted down onto the wrinkly sheet of paper. The hunter grinned, and slipped it into his pocket.

Maybe Dean would even call him later. But hey, that’s his story to tell.

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[dirtliker]

ahaha hey im deansass i meant that your urls are confusing me bECAUSE LOOK AT THEM

oh yeah, sorry i am just learning french but i think Kat may or not be my soul mate

[kenkanekl]

have you ever kissed satan

duh wtf do you think i do all day

send me have you evers

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no someone unfollowed oops 

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4900

na okay if nour is participating in my ask games it means no one is going to get it omg

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Every time I remember that Nour follows me, I get like 100+ self confidence.