Κΰ¬Ω ΰ£ͺβ your chosen weapon is a sawed-off shotgun, scuffed and well-used. you donβt hesitate and overthinking isn't your strong point. when you act, you commit. itβs messy and very powerful, but it works.
Κΰ¬Ω ΰ£ͺβ you live for the experience of thingsβthe rush, the moment and definitely the story youβll tell after. you donβt sit on the sidelines. even when itβs risky, even when it might go wrong, youβd rather live through it than wonder what it wouldβve been like.
Deanβs stretched out on the bed, one arm behind his head, staring up at the ceiling like heβs trying to switch his brain off. He hasnβt moved in a while.
You, on the other hand, canβt sit still.
Youβre messing with the radio, twisting the dial back and forth until something finally comes throughβRattle Trap, a little fuzzy but clear enough.
βOhβwait,β you say, brightening. βI love this song.β
Dean groans without looking over. βThatβs never good for me.β
You ignore him, already swaying a little, just feeling the music. Itβs not even proper dancingβmore like youβre just moving because you can. A step here, a spin there, completely unbothered.
βWhat are you doing?β he asks, finally glancing over.
You shrug, grinning. βI dunno. Living, I guess?β
You try to turn again and almost lose your balance, catching yourself last second.
Dean lets out a surprised laugh. You freeze, pointing at him. βDid you just laugh at me?β
βShut up,β he says, still smiling, rubbing a hand over his face like heβs trying to hide it. βYouβre ridiculous.β
βRude,β you shoot back, but youβre smiling too.
He watches you for a second after that, quieter now. The way you donβt seem to care how you look. The way you justβ¦ exist in the moment.
His chest eases.
βHey,β he says, reaching out as you pass by again, catching your wrist. βCβmere.β
You let him pull you down onto the bed, still a little breathless, still half-laughing.
βYouβre a menace,β he mutters.
βYeah,β you say, nudging his shoulder. βBut youβd be bored without me.β
Dean huffs softly, but he doesnβt argue.
ββ¦yeah,β he says after a second. βI would.β
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