#thesouthernbite

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thesouthernbite replied to your post:

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touches you gently i'm sorry they suck i was crying most of the time i was making them because i had to go through an episode and i was having benny feels the whole time ug h you precious bear you

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eep, okay. random number generator says that the winners are pulledfromhell and thesouthernbite.

[askthedeanwinchester]

Open RP (DINER AU)

Dean sighed and looked around the diner. It was the slow time, 10 pm. The pie in the back that was cooking made his mouth water, and he couldn’t help it. He wanted to be with that pie.. To eat it.. He was starving after working for the last 8 hours. He was a Highschool drop out, and the only way he was goin to get food and work was by working at the family diner. It was in his care now, well.. Kind of. His younger brother Sam helped their sick father take care of the place and the finances, and Dean, currently 19, worked as the head waiter and female customer attraction. His hair was short, and swept up in the front, he was beautiful in facial structure, tall, lean yet muscular, and had eyes greener than grass. His skin was dotted with freckles, and he had a smile sweeter than honey.

The door bell rang as someone entered the diner, and he refocused on reality. “Welcome to Winchester diner. Can I getcha something?”

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-whispers; pst. ily.

//HELLO SENPAI HOW ARE YOU HOLY CRAP HI I LOVE YOU TOO I CAN’T I JUST

[fertilitasetmortem]

thesouthernbite replied to your post: thesouthernbite replied to your post: [ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ...

{ That’s ridiculous }

I know. Like, there is no situation where it is okay to do that unless my brother was attacking her. And that's not my brother. He hates fights.

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thesouthernbite replied to your post: [ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ɢɪғᴛs ]

woww

except the fact that he has nowhere to go so he had to stay there

i just

i can't even believe she would do that

[askthedeanwinchester]

The end of a dry spell? (NSFW)

Dean looked down at his cock, an expression of dismay upon his lips and facial features. It had been months since anyone but himself had touched it.. And he felt pathetic. Dean Winchester, mighty sex god extraordinaire, reduced to his two hands and porn. He sighed, tossing the tissues in the trash can and leaning his forehead against the cold wall of the bathroom. Sam.. Sara? Benny.. Anyone. He needed them and he needed them fast. Would there be anyone to help him end his bad luck?