YOUR FUCKING HAIR
fuCKING HOLY SHIT BALLS CHRIST HOW CAN SOMEONE BE SO UNBAREIBLY PAINFULLY ATTARCTIVE THOUFHOSID
“What’s so funny?”
“Nothing… It’s been a long time since I’ve laughed that hard. It’s been more than a long time. Years.”8/?? screencaps of these assholes looking at each other
[ao3]
Dean stands in the Shurley’s backyard and stares up at the huge oak tree, the moonlight filtering through the leaves. He’s not scaled this tree for a coupla years, and back then he was sixteen, smaller and slighter. Now he’s finally bulked out a bit and shot up those three extra inches and the tree limbs are not looking so sturdy anymore.
He glances up at Cas’s balcony on the second story and then again at the tree. He could probably still do it. At least the gap between balcony and branch doesn’t seem so big now. Rubbing his hands together, and mindful of his bleeding knuckles, Dean grips onto one of the lower branches and hauls himself up.
