#stateshypnotiq

[notwhiskey]

@stateshypnotiq

“Honey, that can’t be healthy...”

[pardonthepoisoned]

@stateshypnotiq asked

"So uh.. you gotta promise me you wont be mad."

“I could never be mad at you,” Dean said, his voice tired. “Only disappointed.”

[pardonthepoisoned]

@stateshypnotiq asked “who... who are you?”

Dean felt his heart sink and he gently held her hand. “I’m Dean,” he said softly. “It’s okay. You suffered a bad head trauma. Just put your head back down now and rest. Your memories should come back soon.” He didn’t want to push her. Not like Ginger said. That would break his heart. Astrid didn’t deserve that. 

[notwhiskey]

@stateshypnotiq​ | x

He chuckled, throwing an arm over her shoulders after closing the door. 

“Y’coulda asked me t’ fetch yer stuff.”

[notwhiskey]

@stateshypnotiq | x

[text] Love you, too. [text] Stay alive for my sake.

[notwhiskey]

"Dan, honey, can you come outside? I locked myself out trying to get my purse from your car and I'm in my towel.." (stateshypnotiq)

Dan didn’t even question why she had gone outside in a towel. He simply opened the door, brows raised nearly to the roof at her. 

“Darlin, you shoulda taken a coat.”

@stateshypnotiq

[notwhiskey]

@stateshypnotiq​

Astrid shook her head a little. “Mmnot driving. Needed to get some sleep ‘fore I head back..” she mumbled and opened the passenger door for him. “Cmon in. I could use a cuddle partner.” She giggled softly.

Dan eyed her with clear exasperation. Glancing back over his shoulders and finding no one lurking, he decided to clamber in as she requested, though he kept his distance.

“Coulda called and I woulda let you sleep over.”

[notwhiskey]

"Dan? Dan is that you?" (stateshypnotiq)

@stateshypnotiq

“In the flesh, Astrid.” He leaned against the door of the car, eyes quickly assessing the look of the occupant within. “You shouldn’t be anywhere near th’ wheel lookin’ like that.”