#runsongasoline

[realistisms]

@runsongasoline // contd.

       the toddler isn’t happy to be ignored after hours of being showered in attention, and cassie laughs, freeing dean’s collar from his hand to toy with it herself, blowing a raspberry against his palm. “oh gosh, i don’t think he agrees with you, mister winchester!” she reaches out, making soft grabby hands at the little boy until he gives up on dean all together and lets cassie take him into her arms.

       she’s about to start asking the boy about getting a snack before his mom and dad pull up. but any thoughts about cookies die on her tongue at dean’s question and she turns, eyes a little wide. “i-...” she’s blushing, she can feel it, even if dean can’t see it. “are you?”

[warhcrse-blog]

@runsongasoline

“Ah come on now, scared to stay the night, hunter?~”

[soulfulhunter-blog]

“Can we please change the station? This guy sounds like a dying cat.”

[realistisms]

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NONSEXUAL ACTS OF INTIMACY // accepting!

♗: Your muse falling asleep with their head in my muse's lap.

she should have known, really, that this would happen. he’d come home tense from work - some guy had slipped. broken his arm. and while it was the most minor of the injuries she’s sure dean had endured or witnessed, she also knew that it’d be a while before he could just accept those sorts of incidents with ease, if he ever did.

so they settled in for the night. cassie suggested takeout so that he wouldn’t have to cook and she’d even let him pick the movie. and it was a shock when he’d dropped off into a fitful sleep, head perched in her lap.

dropping one hand from her phone, she cards her fingers through his hair. once, twice, scratching gently until the frown lines fade out from between his eyebrows. 

he’ll be mad if she doesn’t wake him when the chinese gets here. but she thinks he can handle missing a couple of daring feats from batman until then. (@runsongasoline)