his fingers tap lightly against the desk , wand just out of reach. he’s going to get dean back for this , betting that he couldn’t go an hour without touching his wand or blowing something up. of course , if he wasn’t such a prideful prat to begin with , he never would’ve accepted the bet. “ i’ll pay you to fling a couple of hexes at dean for me. thinks he’s funny. little shit. “ / @screamsofthemuses












