He might try to pretend that he hates this song....but we all know the truth. #deanwinchester #teendeanwinchester #spn
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He might try to pretend that he hates this song....but we all know the truth. #deanwinchester #teendeanwinchester #spn
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scaredlilwinchester
"How wonderful. So many new faces.. and some old ones too.."
teendeanwinchester started following you again
Sam sighed a bit as he walked through the front door of the motel room, tossing a backpack stuffed to the brim with books to the floor. Took him all of two moments before his legs took him to the nearest bed, and he flopped face first into it, eyes feeling like they were going to pop out from all that reading he'd done in the library.
teendeanwinchester, lonely-hearthunter, atouchof-madness, thecolourblindmechanic, minimeroxzrp, and freakwithknivescollection started following you
"Who're all you people and what do'ya want?"
[ where is my Dean...? ]
DEAN, NIK. DEAAAAN
NIK.
WALLY'S BEING NEEDY.
teendeanwinchester replied to your post: [ Hi, my name is Wally. ]
{[ young man you need to stop being adorable right now ]}
[ Me? Stop being adorable? NEVER. ]
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[Looks around nervously, grumbling at how the blanket doesn't keep her covered and tosses it to the ground, revealing her costume, wings and all] Ehm. Hi. Happy Halloween.
Dean & Sam
Sam was sitting on the edge of the motel bed, eyes locked with the digital clocks numbers. Dean and his dad had left for a few days, and those days felt longer than just three for Sam, they felt like two weeks to be honest, and he'd done nothing but go to school and back like his dad had instructed him to. No going to hang out, no wandering the neighbor hood. Only school then home.
The moment he heard the rumble of the impala's engine he ran to the large picture window and parted the ugly green and plum colored curtains.