#dean peterson

[athletic-collection]

Dean Peterson (Rutgers) wrestles Ryan Miller (UPenn)

#Wrestling #Rutgers Scarlet Knights #dean peterson #upenn quakers #ryan miller

[dare-g]

Incredibly Small (2010)

#incredibly small #dean peterson #susan burke #stephen gurewitz #alex karpovsky #amy seimetz #talks

[tomorrowusa]

Parts of Europe are currently baking in temperatures over 40° C/104° F. Despite this, travelers on the continent currently are able fly much more cheaply than go by rail – a far more climate-friendly option.

Europe’s cheap flights and pricey train tickets promote dirty forms of transport, campaigners say, with “outrageous” tax breaks encouraging people to heat the planet as they head on holiday. Train tickets are double the price of flights for the same routes, on average, according to an analysis from Greenpeace published on Thursday. The campaigners compared tickets on 112 routes on nine different days. To get from London to Barcelona, they found, the cost of taking the train is up to 30 times the cost of jumping on a plane. Holiday destinations across Europe this week have been baking in deadly heat made hotter by greenhouse gases released from burning fossil fuels. “€10 airline tickets are only possible because others, like workers and taxpayers, pay the true cost,” said Lorelei Limousin, a climate campaigner at Greenpeace. “For the planet and people’s sake, politicians must act to turn this situation around and make taking the train the more affordable option.” Flying is one of the most polluting activities a person can do and also one of the hardest to clean up. Unlike eating a burger or driving a car – which have cleaner alternatives such as plant-based meats and electric vehicles – there is no way to fly without changing the climate. Experts have criticised schemes claiming to offset emissions from flying as flawed.

Europe has a decent rail transport network, so it's not like the air travel is all that necessary to get around.

Air travel is subsided far more than rail travel with public money. Airports and other air related infrastructure eat up a lot of funds which could go into making railways more efficient.

In Europe, airlines pay no taxes on kerosene and little tax on tickets or VAT. Their emissions are only priced for flights within Europe – at a level below the social cost of carbon. A study published earlier this month by Transport and Environment, a green campaign group, found European governments lost out on €34.2bn from poor taxation on aviation in 2022. The “tax gap” is set to rise to €47.1bn in 2025, the report found. “In short: if you fly, you are subsidised; if you take the train, you are punished by higher prices – as well as the fact that the journey is often longer,” said (Linnaeus University Prof. Stefan) Gössling.

If anything, the situation is worse in the United States where passenger rail travel has been taking it on the chin since the 1940s. Video producer Dean Peterson reports on a three-day rail trip he took from Los Angeles to New York in which he describes how passenger rail routes declined over the past century. Though with the recent Infrastructure bill encouraged by a pro-rail Joe Biden, Amtrak is planning major expansion — provided that climate-denying Republicans don't get a chance to derail it.

Improvements in passenger rail service and rail infrastructure are a necessary part of addressing climate issues.

#rail transport #passenger rail #climate change #subsidies for infrastructure #stefan gössling #record high temperatures #europe #tax gap #dean peterson #amtrak #infrastructure bill

[2sw]

Because I know what it feels like, to feel like you don’t belong. To feel like there’s this darkness inside of you, to be scared of who you are, what you can do.

#sam winchester #dean winchester #jack kline #magda peterson #spn 2x10 #spn 2x16 #spn 2x17 #spn 3x07 #spn 4x04 #spn 4x21 #spn 8x21 #spn 12x04 #spn 13x03 #s2 #s3 #s4 #s8 #s12 #s13 #gifs

[winchestergifs]

STACKEDNATURAL ⇉ 79.5/327

12.4 American Nightmare Written by Davy Perez Directed by John F. Showalter Original Air Date: November 3, 2016

#supernatural #dean winchester #sam winchester #magda peterson #deanwinchesteredit #samwinchesteredit #stackednatural #spnedit #supernaturaledit #cowboycoven #spncreatorsdaily #userbbelcher #usersawah #useranny #becauseofthebowties #seraphcastiel #usermoogs #rambleoncas #tusersana #userdorksinlove #deancaskiss #anztag #userbon #deanncastiel #jennmish #userrlaura #usererinlindslay #12x4 #guess im a glutton for punishment (pun absolutely not intended) #(ketch i hate you always for this)

[azrael08]

Random Take or whatever. But I’m re-watching some supernatural episodes and I was so interested in Magda from S12E4 becoming a reoccurring character??? Like the connection she and Sam have in that episode, the fatherly & daughter bond they share about their psychic powers, that little moment she and Sam have in the ambulance where he says that she can call him for anything at anytime???? Please, it’s giving Sabriel love-child. So sad she got killed by an evil Brit in the end :(

#supernatural #sam winchester #magda peterson #sabriel #supernatural rewatch #Supernatural S12E4 #I wanted more of those cuties #if Dean and Cas can get Jack then I think Uncle Sam needs to get one two #her and Jack would be cousins and they’d move things with their mind and play around #while Cas and Sam sip wine or something in the back #Dean and Gabriel would just argue the whole time #Basically a family bbq #maybe I’m taking this too far?

[samsrosary]

by the way, AU where Sam adopts Magda and takes her home to the bunker before BMOL can kill her. Dean is of course apprehensive at first but over time he gets used to her in the bunker, and she gets used to it too. she even starts to feel safe, and happy, and Sam feels fulfilled and overjoyed that he’s given her such a good life free of the torture before. she gets on with Jack and Cas homeschools them both. they’re a happy family, coexisting and branching as Winchesters often do. so when the BMOL finally track her down to the bunker and kill her anyways the fallout is devastating.

#dictions #i have so many sam and magda thoughts always though :( #spn #supernatural #magda peterson #jack kline #castiel #au #dean winchester #sam winchester #british men of letters #PLEASEEEEE TNINK ABOUT THIS

[sastiel-is-my-serotonin]

Not only do I feel like my blog needs some joy in it, but I need it for my sanity. 

So here's a jumble of my random thoughts I've had these past few months that I haven't been able to share since I've been busy. Also, I'll throw in some fic ideas cause why not. 

One fic I've had that I'm still trying to flesh out a bit. Sam lives in a fishing town, and he's a diver. He spends a lot of time in the water even outside of his job. 

On one of his days off, he finds himself face to face with a mermaid. But days before this he kept seeing these blue eyes everywhere and when he finally faced them, they were more  captivating than he ever could have imagined. 

He doesn't tell anyone, and instead, the next day, looks for the mermaid again. Away from the docks. And it meets up with him again, but this time, they talk. 

Sam finds himself in a routine, no matter what, every day he meets up with this mermaid, Castiel. 

The thing is it's getting harder and harder to walk away when he sees Castiel's disappointment when Sam leaves. 

When Sam does eventually miss one day, due to things out of his control, the next day, Castiel doesn't show up. Sam waits there until nightfall, still no appearance. 

The next day, even with doubt, Sam visits, and he finds Castiel and someone casting a spell. A spell on Castiel who's screaming in pain as he transforms into a human. 

There's a lot more to this AU, but I don't want to give away the whole story, it's one of my favorite AUs to work on even though I don't have anything published for it yet. 

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Another fic I've been meaning to work on is my soulmate's AU. I have a cool idea of when Sam and Castiel meet, Castiel being fully powered, still connected to Heaven, and Sam, still being in tune with his powers, there's even more of a magnetic pull between them. And it hurts to touch, but in a way that is hard to let go of. That mixed in with the fact that both of them can now see every color they missed before, the feelings must be intense in that scene. 

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Just in general though for Sastiel, the idea that the two have trouble identifying reality, and end up becoming each other's grounding anchors is a neat idea. Especially as they spend more and more time together, they know each other so well, it's easier to separate their minds from messing with them and what's reality. 

I've written about this for Sam, and Castiel helping, but I haven't had Sam be that anchor for Castiel yet. 

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A step away from romance, my headcanon that Dean loses his hearing from Castiel using their true voice, I've added onto it. I think the idea that both Sam and Dean learn ASL because it's necessary, and it gives them an advantage when they can't say anything, but can sign something. 

So when they eventually meet Eileen, it's funny to think that Sam gets so flustered he just messes up ASL despite using it all the time with Dean, but also, Dean and Eileen communicating in ASL is everything I need. 

Especially because they'd be able to bond over losing their hearing from something supernatural, and adapting from it. That's something that I eventually want to write someday. 

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Oh, another AU is where Kevin doesn't die. And instead, ends up being a brother figure for Jack because Kevin knows for a fact that the Winchesters and Castiel know nothing about raising a child. And so someone has to make sure this poor child isn't completely screwed and traumatized. (He is well aware that he is also screwed up and traumatized but it's no mystery why he is, stares pointedly at the Winchesters.) 

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Oh, a very old idea I've had is Jack, Magda, and Elijah finding a stray animal, and promptly sneaking it into the bunker. That one is such a fun prompt, I just haven't been able to do it justice. 

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Returning back to some romance, I have to spread the saileenstiel propaganda of course. I do think it very much starts off as a, we both like Sam, and Sam likes us both. But when they can see Sam has plenty of love for the both of them, they are able to see that they like each other as well. 

Oh, I'd also love to write something with them having a day out with Elijah, Madga, and Jack. Maybe at the beach or a nature hike. That would be fun to write. 

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I was also brainrotting a lot for Dean and Cassie, and what if Dean did go back to see her. Or what if he didn't go to Lisa but to Cassie. Which I'm unsure if I've talked about before. Either way, I'm talking about it again. I still very much want to write a fic about their first date or the first time they just lounged around doing nothing but it felt like everything. 

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Also, I really need to finish my Debriel fic, it's written but not written. The dialogue is there, as well as rough, very very rough, actions, it just needs to be edited. And some motivation to return to it. 

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I would love to do more crossover fics, especially like Marvel and Supernatural. I have a few started, I just never finish them. Apart from the one with Jack and Peter which was based on a textpost. 

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Switching to Marvel, Interwebs, I want to write about them again. One of my fics made me miss them which was rude because it's unfair that my writing can make me miss my writing. 

I want more cuddles and dates and just overly sweet fluffy fics for them. And maybe some more bittersweet ones as well. I don't know why but I like the bittersweet idea for them.

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I've been meaning to write a winterfalcon fic for ages, even just based on a text post or something, I just tend to forget I can write about them. 

Same thing for thunder science (Bruce and Thor), any ideas I have for them I forget I'm a writer. 

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Kind of want a fic of Valkyrie too, no idea what though, I just think she'd be fun to write about. 

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I had some minecraft ideas too, like for Hermitcraft, but once again I feel as if I can only write for Supernatural and sometimes Marvel for some reason. 

I have an idea that I do return back to go quite frequently, where it's Phil, Kristin, Technoblade, Wilbur, and Tommy going to visit Phil's brother, Grian. In Hermitcraft season seven. That idea I've chipped away at for a while. I have a good intro but haven't worked out a good plot. So it hasn't gone anywhere. 

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I've also had some fics for Wilbur's characters but they're all pretty depressing/dark so they usually get put on the backburners. 

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I wrote a Spider-Boo fic once, and I'd like to return to that idea again, especially because I had Aimsey in it, and I liked writing their dynamic. 

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Stranger Things is interesting to write for, I haven't tried anything complicated yet, just different dynamics and characters, but they're really fun to explore. I really enjoyed writing Lumax, I owe them a happier fic. 

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I think that's all my thoughts for now. I mostly just talked about my fic ideas and what I want to write eventually. I just have so many ideas and not enough time to write them all. This was a nice break and refresher for me. I miss talking about fandom things. Alrighty, good night! I hope you all have a restful sleep yourself.

#This was a much needed post #For me #I am not going to tag everything because that's too much #I'll tag like supernatural but the rest nah #sastiel #samstiel #sam winchester #castiel #Saileenstiel #dean winchester #jack kline #magda peterson #Elijah Peterson #gabriel spn #cassie robinson #The rest can be a fun surprise unless people don't like the other stuff but they can ignore it #alright goodnight #Hope you enjoyed my long ramble lol

[saveraedae]

WHO WANTED RANDOM WIKI IMAGES!? Oh no one? Damn. You’re getting them anyway, been having the random whim to remake a bunch lately, so here’s a bunch. There’s more where that came from to be posted in the future, I recommend keeping an eye on the wiki.

row 1: Owen Peterson and Sandra Mandel

row 2: James Talevara and Aaron Fitzgerald

row 3: Ava Glenn and Sophie Smith

row 4: Miles Dean and Benjamin Washington (Adult edition™)

row 5: Cory Jameson and May Turner

#the mark side #tms #owen peterson #sandra mandel #james talevara #aaron fitzgerald #ava glenn #sophie smith #miles dean #benjamin washington #cory jameson #may turner

[waywardvamp]

Thinking so much about Eastward of Eden and the SPN characters. Specially the Supernatural Children.

#eastward of eden #songs that make me think of SPN #spn #supernatural #patience turner #jesse turner #magda peterson #castiel #dean winchester #max banes #alicia banes #alex jones #claire novak #sam winchester #and so on

[reppyy]

The UNCUT reaction is on Patreon XD 

https://www.patreon.com/posts/i-care-lot-2020-80616591

#funny reactions #reppyreacts #reactions #I Care A Lot #First time watching #DRAMA MOVIES REACTIONS #J Blakeson #Rosamund Pike #Marla Grayson #Peter Dinklage #Roman Lunyov #Eiza González #Fran #Dianne Wiest #Jennifer Peterson #Chris Messina #Dean Ericson #Isiah Whitlock Jr. #Judge Lomax #Macon Blair #Feldstrom #Alicia Witt #Dr. Karen Amos #Damian Young #Sam Rice #Nicholas Logan #Alexi Ignatyev #Liz Eng #Adelaide #Celeste Oliva

[beatsheetromanroy]

Dean Winchester - An Iliad, Lisa Peterson & Denis O'Hare [part III]

#he's a brave soldier. but deep down he'd rather be a....suburban dad #dean winchester #supernatural #spn #deancas #destiel #spnedit #supernaturaledit #dwaniliad #dean tag #derryth.txt

[hpowellsmith]

Recommendation request! books/stories/games with trans guy or transmasc love interests because I read a dark erotica anthology about queer masculinity* and although there were some trans guy protagonists, there weren't any trans men treated as objects of desire**, and it made me realise I've really not read many. And I would like to read more!

So I would love recommendations:

something at least a bit steamy

I'm less interested in positive rep (whatever that means) than in characters that draw you in and don't let go

I'm not very into a highly quippy/bantery sort of style of dialogue/narrative

I'm not super interested in adorable smol bean trans guy love interests currently, unless there's something weird going on with them underlying the adorableness

I don't mind bigotry being depicted, but a cis protagonist having weird feelings about the fact that they're into romancing a trans guy is not of interest to me (weird feelings about things other than the character being trans are great)

Trans protagonists are not a must but are a great bonus

Varied genres welcome especially horror and erotica, but I'm not in the mood for YA right now. I'm on the fence about contemporary romance - I loved Make You Mine This Christmas by Lizzie Huxley-Jones because it had such heart but I think it really needs to have solid, substantial foundations for me to keep focused

Some queer fiction I've enjoyed in the last year or so: The Companion by EE Ottoman, Wrath Goddess Sing by Maya Deane, Summer Sons by Lee Mandelo, Spear by Nicola Griffith, The Others of Edenwell by Verity Holloway, Real Life by Brandon Taylor, Dead Collections by Isaac Fellman, Make You Mine This Christmas by Lizzie Huxley-Jones, anything by May Peterson, anything by Rien Gray

*not to diss the anthology by any means: I liked a lot of the stories in it, and I'll be posting a bit about it at the end of the month, just that I noticed that all the guys the protagonists were interested in were cis

**in this case "love interest" wasn't really applicable because of the nature of the stories - I'm happy to read stories where the relationship isn't so much of a love thing, as well as romantic or aromantic stories but I would enjoy some spiciness and a depiction of trans men as highly desirable

#lgbt books #queer books #book recommendations

[cjsmalley]

Wished Away 8:

“Mom, Dad, help,” Dean said, holding a baby out.

A whirlwind of activity followed.

“He is Nephilim,” Castiel declared, having inspected the boy, “though I cannot tell his true parentage. It is being…hidden from me.”

The pediatricians took over as soon as the angel stepped back.

“Nephilim,” Danny said slowly, rubbing his chin thoughtfully, “isn’t that half-angel or something?”

“Precisely,” Castiel said just as slowly, measuring his words like they were his last rations, “They are…it is Forbidden for angels to lay with mortals. The creation of Nephilim is even more taboo as the first, the original, were monsters more often than not. It is an intentional act, to create Nephilim; the angelic parent must give a portion of their own Grace to the child during conception.”

“So they purposely knocked someone up then ding-dong ditched the kid,” Dean growled.

“Perhaps they heard that we are romantically involved, Dean,” Castiel offered, “and hoped we would take in the child as our own.”

“Well, of course we are,” Dean huffed, rolling his eyes at his angel who shook his head fondly, “I’ve already picked out a name too. A good human name.”

“Oh?”

“Jack, after Grandpa Jack. Unless, you have a name?”

“Perhaps…James, after James Novak?”

“Hmm…Jack James…James Jack…JJ…no, definitely Jack James. I like it, Cas.”

“Well, little Jack is healthy as far as we can tell,” Doctor Peterson joined the little huddle, “every scan we can perform came up normal, perfectly within range for his age group.”

Both Dean and Castiel visibly relaxed.

“We’ll get you set up,” Sam promised her son and might-as-well-be son-in-law.

A servant brought David’s old wrap and Sam showed Dean and Castiel how to wind it around their bodies to carry little Jack close to their hearts.

“Does the heart even beat?” Danny asked Castiel with interest, referring to his Vessel.

“Yes, I have kept all systems functioning as intended,” Castiel confirmed.

“Good. Because babies this young are used to heartbeats,” Danny explained as Sam worked with Dean, “they just spent nine months with their mom’s in their ears.”

“I see,” Castiel nodded, “well, Dean has assured me that I have a perfectly human sounding heartbeat.”

“What’s the likelihood that his mom was the human?” Danny asked next.

“Oh, quite likely…angels with female vessels most often shutdown the reproductive system. It would also be quite hard to hide the evidence of the gestating Nephilim. His mother likely died in childbirth; her body finally unable to handle his Angelic self.”

Danny winced; that would be a horrid way to die and he fried like a French fry.

Within hours, little Jack was all ready to go home.

Over the next few days, a room in the Bunker became a nursery and supplies loaded in.

#danny phantom #ghost king danny #harry potter #buffy the vampire slayer #miraculous ladybug #DP #HP #ML #MLB #BTVS #dc comics #DC #JLA #supernatural #SPN #danny phantom crossover #multi-crossover #star wars #SW #used google translate #long reads #Charmed(1998) #scooby doo #scoobynatural #Wished Away Series #inuyasha

[billboard-hotties-tourney]

The Round Two Contenders

Hello, all! As we go into round two, I'll be accepting propaganda for only the following nominees:

Sting

Glenn Gould

Link Wray

Curtis Mayfield

Bob Seger

Oscar Peterson

Eric Stewart

Klaus Voormann

Paul McCartney

Gene Autry

Rod Argent

Fang

Freddie Mercury

John Paul Jones

Sly Stone

Tom Scholz

Justin Hayward

Roger Hodgson

Bo Diddley

Rick Wright

Gram Parsons

Geddy Lee

Ray Manzarek

Sam Cooke

Jimi Hendrix

David Gilmour

Noel Redding

Fats Domino

Eric Burdon

Jim Morrison

Bjorn Ulvaeus

Smokey Robinson

Nat King Cole

Dave Davies

Ray Brown

Ron Mael

Ian Curtis

Arlo Guthrie

Micky Dolenz

Syd Barrett

Chuck Berry

Renato Zero

Bruce Springsteen

Al Green

Miles Davis

Bill Bruford

Charles Brown

Mickey Finn

Bob Marley

Eric Dolphy

Neil Peart

Alan Parsons

Brian May

Neil Diamond

Mick Taylor

Robin Zander

Billy Preston

Mik Kaminski

Tony Bennett

Mick Ronson

Steve Miller

Tony Levin

Johnny Cash

Stevie Wonder

Gordon Lightfoot

Frank Zappa

Ernie Ford

David Coverdale

Marvin Gaye

Buddy Holly

Marc Bolan

Rory Gallagher

Todd Rundgren

Willie Dixon

Joe Strummer

Carl Palmer

David Bowie

Alvin Lee

Rick Danko

Clyde McPhatter

Cab Calloway

John Oates

Kenny Loggins

Roy Orbison

John Fogerty

Richie Havens

Ricky Nelson

Denny Laine

Otis Redding

Dave Vanian

John Coltrane

Elton John

BB King

Dean Martin

Rob Grill

Don Henley

Russell Mael

Jimmy Page

Cat Stevens

Tommy Shaw

Robbie Robertson

Phil Ochs

David Byrne

Steve Winwood

Donald Fagen

Carlos Santana

Peter Hammill

Tom Jones

Bev Bevan

Clarence Clemons

Sammy Davis Jr

Robert Lamm

Bobby Darin

Johnny Mathis

Tony Banks

Robert Plant

Brian Eno

Benny Andersson

Barry Gibb

John Deacon

Pete Seeger

Phil Lynott

Andy Gibb

George Harrison

Mickey Hart

Prince

Jack Bruce

Keith Moon

Those in bold have lots of propaganda already, so they're low priority. Rules for submitting propaganda are in the FAQ. If there are multiple people in the photo, please tell me which one the propaganda's for. Good luck to the round two musicians!

[justsomerandomfanfic]

Sleeping Beauty - Dean Winchester X Female Reader

Title: Sleeping Beauty

Dean Winchester X Female Reader

Additional Characters: Betty OC (Mentioned), Mrs. Peterson OC (Mentioned), Sam, nicknames, Steven OC (Mentioned), Fanny OC, and Paul OC

Requested by: Sue!

WC: 5,982

Warnings: Reader has narcolepsy, information was gathered by the requester, sleep attacks mentioned, nicknames, bantering, teasing, cursing, Supernatural canon violence mentioned, blood very briefly mentioned, gun mentioned, jealousy mentioned, flirting mentioned, one-night stands mentioned, Dean's a bit insecure, cuddling, slight angst, and fluff

You always had the talent of falling asleep anywhere. Whether that be in the car during a couple hour drive or on the couch after reading a good book. Though those seem like typical places one could sleep. By the words 'falling asleep anywhere' you really did do such. 

And it didn't matter if you had a good night's sleep the night before. Everyday, almost all day, you'd end up falling asleep more than once. More than ten times most days. Whether for a couple of hours or a couple of minutes. It was something you didn't really control most of the time. One of the many perks of narcolepsy. Note the sarcasm.

You didn't have it as a kid. It sort of just came to you when you were a teenager. You started feeling incredibly tired throughout the day, your body begging to sleep, and sometimes you ended up doing such. Which really messed up your schedule. And got you in a bit of trouble in school. People didn’t understand and it took a bit to finally get diagnosed. 

It was sort of random too, never attacking at a specific time or anything; either happening after you ate something or spoke to someone. But every time you woke back up, you always felt sort of refreshed. 

But over the years, the symptoms lessened to a point that it was liveable. More liveable than it already was. You didn't hesitate getting out of bed in the mornings, or worried that much about how others would perceive you when out and about. Yes, there were tough days, but you made it through. Like you always did. 

It was difficult to find places to work, especially with your disability. But you did have one. It took you a bit to find a place that was accepting and understanding after you told them about your narcolepsy, but you found one. 

Betty's Diner, right off the highway on Route 66, Kansas. Little ol' Betty, the owner of the small 50's themed diner, was an angel; you were sure of it. She was so understanding and considerate of your condition and never got mad if you were late to a shift or went a bit overtime on your breaks. 

You were a waitress, working six hours five days a week. Getting to serve whoever came into the diner with a smile on your face. From trunk driver's to small families enjoying their family meals on discount Sunday, you had practically seen them all. Nothing really surprised you. You'd see a lot of different types of folks enter the diner and leave with full, content stomachs. 

Though, one day, new faces entered the small diner. Two men, both rather attractive in your book, entered the diner; the small bell signaling their arrival. The first man was very tall, you guessed taller than six foot, with broad shoulders, and ear-length brown, wavy hair. The second man, slightly shorter than the first, was wearing a red flannel and dark blue jeans, had an Ivy-League sort of haircut; either dark blonde or brown, you couldn't fully make up your mind. 

You were behind the counter when they walked over, and you quickly looked away and wrote down some nonsense on your small pad of paper to pretend that you were busy. It had been a slow Tuesday afternoon, not a lot of hungry customers, only old Steven who lived about a mile away came for his usual and Mrs. Peterson who came for a piece of Betty's famous pecan pie. Other than that, the day had been slow and quiet. 

You looked up at the two men when the counter bell was gently pushed, making you blink a couple of times. Your eyes ghosted from both men, going from Mister Ivy-League, to the tall one, and back. You gave them your best 'customer service' smile, your pen between your pointer and middle finger as you began to fidget with it; tapping it lightly on your pad of paper. 

"What can I get you two?" You asked, voice light and what some regulars at the diner had only described as 'sunny', as the two men turned to look over at the small menu that was taped to the back of the cash register.

The tall one cleared his throat briefly, giving you a small smile as he answered, "I'll have the 'Polly Pot Pie', uh, size small." To which, you gave him a nod and quickly wrote down his order. 

You then turned your attention to the second man, allowing yourself to let your eyes wander over his face. You couldn't help but notice how striking his green eyes were and the small freckles that littered his cheeks on his lightly sun-kissed skin. After a moment, Ivy-League spoke up, turning his gaze up to you. "What would you recommend, sweetheart?" He asked, and his sudden affectionate name made you take a small breath in before you snapped yourself out of it. 

"Well," You cleared your own throat, placing your hand on your chest momentarily, "I rather like the 'Southern Sloppy Joe' and the 'Betty's Beef Burger.'" You pointed to the menu with the tip of your pen, a bit nervous to meet his gaze. 

The man gave you a small, charming grin, leaning to rest one arm on the counter. "I'll take that burger then and…" He glanced at the menu before looking back at you, "I'll also have a slice of the apple pie." 

With that, you dropped your eyes from his rather intense gaze before continuing; you could feel your heart hammering in your chest, "Alright, is this for here or to go?" You then asked, writing their orders down quickly, waiting for their answer. 

"To g-" 

"For here," Ivy-League interrupted the tall one, making you look up from your pad of paper with a raised eyebrow. 

"Alright, well, you can find a place to sit. Fanny will bring you drinks. And your order will come out in a couple minutes." You spoke before the tall one spoke.

"Thank you…" He looked at your name tag, "Y/N." He then gave you a smile, Mister Ivy-League doing the same.

"Yeah, thanks, sweetheart." He thanked you, his pretty green eyes reluctantly leaving yours before leaving to follow what you could only assume was a friend or family member. It was like this man was trying to give you a heart attack or something.

With that, you let out a sigh, your heart calming slightly as you headed to the kitchen window. "Hey, Paul! We got a small pot pie, beef burger, and apple pie!" You called to the man. 

Paul wandered over, wiping his hands on the small towel hooked on his waist. A thin layer is sweat on his brow from the hot kitchen. You and Pual had gotten pretty close from your two years of working at Betty's. He was sort of a father figure for you. He always had a smile on his face, cracked terrible dad jokes daily, and always talked so highly of his wife and three daughters. You loved how much he doted on them. 

Taking the ripped paper with the orders, Paul nodded slowly, you could practically see the gears turning in his head, "Alrigh'," He began, "Be out in ten." 

Nodding with a smile, you headed around the counter, going to the very few customers that were in the diner before the mysterious men arrived. As said before, Tuesdays were pretty slow, so there weren't a lot of people around.

Stepping around the counter, you felt a small wave of sleepiness, and you knew you'd have to sit down or something soon. But you thought you'd at least check on the customers before rushing to the back break room. Practically speeding around, you kept a smile on your face as you checked on the diner-goers. Refilling their waters if needed. 

You are thankful you had Fanny with you in your shift. She also went around with you after getting drinks for the mysterious men. She glanced at you periodically, knowing by now that you were slowing down. Fanny was a great friend of yours. Only in her mid forties, she worked at the diner as a second job to help pay for her kids' education. She was keen on her two boys having a good education and getting into a good college. She was quite motherly with you, and so seeing you wobble slightly when you stepped, worried her. 

Checking on the fourth and last group of customers, you sluggishly moved to the side of the counter, gripping onto it as you let out a breath. Your eyelids felt very heavy as your head began to nod, it was hard to stay awake anymore. Your whole body felt as if you hadn't slept in two days, maybe three. Your limbs felt incredibly heavy and you couldn't stop a small yawn from escaping you. Trying to muster the strength to open your eyes and get to the break room, you tried to move, but before you knew it, you were asleep. 

Dean sat back against the red, leather booth, arms crossed as he looked around. His eyes momentarily landed on you before looking off at the small jukebox playing some 'Patsy Cline' song. Sam was doing pretty much the same, minus looking over at you. He was busy playing around with the salt and pepper shakers on the table before observing the art hanging on the walls; from old ads from the 50’s to illustrations of pinup girls. 

"Nice place," Sam spoke up, finally looking over at his older brother, who gave him a nod, looking away from you. 

"Yeah, it is nice." He spoke, his thoughts occupied at the moment making Sma roll his eyes.

"Yeah, don't think I didn't see the way you were looking at the waitress." Sam spoke, letting out a sigh, "And still are…" Dean looked over at his brother. 

Dean only shrugged, "She's alright." He replied simply, even though in reality, to Dean, you were definitely more than 'alright.' 

Sam rolled his eyes once again, a small smile forming at the corner of his mouth, "Whatever you say." He muttered, taking another sip of his water.

Letting out a sigh, Dean couldn't help but look back over at you. The 50's style outfit you were wearing was nothing short of adorable. Your hair was pulled away so it wouldn't get in your eyes, though soft, little wisps of hair gently framed your face. And the smile on your face lit up the room, making it feel so much warmer than it really was in the diner. Dean swiftly turned back to stare down at the table, his hand coming up to pull at the collar of his plain, black shirt. Feeling heat creep up his neck, he knew that his gaze had lingered for longer than strictly necessary. You were just too damn attractive to not look at.

Now Dean had had his fair share of relationships, flings, and one-night-stands; being a hunter, it was hard to make and keep long, deep, and meaningful relationships with others who weren't also hunters. 

Now it wasn't like Dean hadn't ever found a waitress attractive, he had certainly done so many times before. But the way you looked right now… You were just so goddamn beautiful. And all you were doing was just standing there, talking to another customer. Hell, Dean wouldn't be surprised if you were an angel.

Though, Dean's thoughts were quickly interrupted when he heard someone yell out your name.

Turning his head, Sam followed, seeing that you were now laying on the ground. People around gasped and murmured to each other as Fanny went over and knelt down beside you, raising your head into her lap. 

Dean got out of his seat in the booth quickly, making his way over with furrowed eyebrows, worry clean in his eyes. 

"Is she alright?" Dean asked, noticing your chest rise and fall softly; you were at least breathing. But you must have had quite a tumble. 

Fanny brushed her fingers behind your head, pulling back to see no blood. "She's alright," She let out a sigh of relief, and at her words Dean's visibly relaxed as well, though he was curious as to what happened. As was Sam, peering over his brother's shoulder down at you. His mind was already racing with theories. 

"What happened?" A different customer asked from their booth, their soup sitting forgotten in front of them. 

"Don't worry," Fanny only shook her head at the person's question, slowly helping you up, your head landing on her shoulder. "This happens a lot, but she's fine." 

Before Dean, or Sam for that matter, could offer to carry you, Fanny lifted you in her arms easily; surprising both men.

And that was when you first met Dean and Sam. It was awkward, sure, but nowadays, you, Dean, and Sam would joke about it if the story was ever retold. And that had been two years ago. 

From that day on, Sam and Dean would come almost twice a month. Three, if you were lucky. Sam would always get some sort of salad and Dean would always get a slice of apple pie. They both became regulars and every time they entered the little diner, the closer you got to the both of them. 

So, there you were, sitting on the couch in front of the TV in the bunker, popcorn in hand in a small plastic bowl as you watched some cowboy movie that you knew Dean would love, if he hadn't seen it already. It was hard concentrating on the movie, your mind feeling a bit hazy as you tried to pay attention and take note of what the characters were saying, but all the information was just slipping away. 

Slowly chewing the popcorn that was in your mouth, you blinked, staring at the TV before your head began to loll to the side, your eyes shutting as your body fell to the side, thankfully, your head landing on a pillow. You didn't know how long you were asleep until you jolted awake. 

Raising a hand to your head, you scratched at your scalp lightly, blinking repeatedly before looking around you. The TV playing your movie had already gone to the credits, making you furrow your eyebrows and frown slightly. You must've been watching a movie. 

Hearing the bunker doors open, you turned to watch Dean and Sam enter, Sam shaking off his boots and setting his gun on the small table by the door. He wandered off to either shower or hide in the library, but not before giving you a small smile and a wave in greeting. Dean ended up doing the same, taking off his boots before looking up and giving you a smile. That smile that always made your knees weak and your heart race.

"Hey there, sweetheart," He greeted you, going over to the couch to sit beside you, "You alrigh’?" He then asked, noticing that you looked a little spaced-out, but nonetheless making you smile right back at how sweet he was being; had always been with you. Though your cheeks felt incredibly warm, taking note of how close he was sitting next to you.

"I'm alright," You dropped your hand from your hair, "I think I must have had a sleep attack or something. I don't really remember putting on this movie." You gestured to the TV, making Dean look over to see the end of the credits roll by. 

"Well, that's okay," He looked back over to you, his arm resting up against the back of the couch, the tips of his fingers brushing against your hair, "We can always rewatch it later. You know how much I love cowboy movies." He spoke, somehow knowing it was a cowboy movie before pressing a quick kiss to your temple, and standing. "I'm gonna shower, and then order us some pizza. Want your usual?" He asked, backing up towards his room, to which you nodded. 

"Thank you, De." You thanked him, as Dean just gave you a wink.

"Anything for you, sweetheart."

Once he was out of sight, you let out an almost dreamy sigh. You had thought in the beginning of living with the two brothers that you might become a burden, that they’d tire of you and want you to move out of the bunker. You couldn’t even count on your fingers the amount of times you fell asleep on them when on the couch, or having a short sleep attack while conversing with either brother. And Dean was indescribable, truly. He was so understanding of you and your condition, even after hard days when it was difficult for you to go through the day, he was there. Dean was always there for you. Always there to make sure that you were in a safe place if he noticed a sleep attack was coming. Always there to bring you to bed or the couch if you fell asleep in an awkward place for a long time. And always there to explain to you what had happened if you needed him to. And you were incredibly grateful. 

Your heart would always race and your chest would feel warm whenever you woke up with your favorite throw blanket over you and a soft pillow under your head after long sleep attacks on the couch. And it didn't stop there, Dean would leave you little notes around the bunker for you. Because of your condition, you were sometimes prone to forgetting important information, so Dean would leave little post-its around, on your bedroom door or on the fridge. He usually did it before he left for a hunt with Sam, letting you know that he was out and that he'd be back. All of these things, these little things that helped you so much throughout the day, made you fall hard for Dean Winchester. 

It was quite obvious for Dean, and even Sam, that ever since he met you at that diner, Dean was smitten. And Sam knew that too, Dean hardly went to his usual pie place anymore, opting to go to the diner you worked at. To see you, but to also get some pie, but mostly to see you. He'd walk in, either by himself or with Sam tagging along, noticing the bright smile on your face widen as you looked up from behind the counter, your eyes meeting his. Dean would subtly flirt with you, loving your infectious laugh as you then asked him what he'd like to order. But you knew the answer. He'd always order the same thing, a bacon cheeseburger and a slice of apple pie. He ordered that so often in fact that Betty just added his order to the menu as ‘Dean’s Special.’

The only thing was, neither you nor Dean thought to maybe confess these feelings that were growing for one another. You thought that Dean wouldn’t return your feelings. He was Dean Winchester. A hunter of demons and all kinds of creatures. He was gorgeous, with stunning green eyes and silky dark blonde hair that could make a girl swoon. He could have any girl, anyone for that matter. During the time that you knew Dean, after a successful hunt, he'd most of the time go to some hotel with some woman he found at the bar. It hurt whenever Dean came back home after a one-night stand, seeing his hair ruffled slightly, one of his flannels held over his shoulder, and his right boot not fully tied. And it hurt when you'd look over to the other side of the bar, only to see him flirting with someone. Sam knew, and you knew that he knew. But you were glad that he didn't say anything. He'd just rub your shoulder, a small frown on his face. It hurt when he called you those sweet nicknames, kissed your forehead, and gave you that charming smile of his. 

But, Dean hadn't stayed the night with anyone in a long while, but you didn't want to give yourself any false hope. Maybe he was just too tired after some hunts to go out to the bar to find anyone. Again, he was Dean Winchester... He could have anyone he wanted. And honestly, you tried to reason with yourself, he probably thought of you as a sister; just like Sam.

Dean didn't see you as a sister at all. You were so much more than that. And that was why Dean hadn't gone home with any women in a long time, none of them were you. And Sam knew, and Dean knew that his younger brother knew about his growing feelings toward you. Sam knew the first day they met you. Sam tried reasoning with Dean but with no luck. 'Just tell her,' he'd say, but in Sam's words, Dean would chicken out. Dean couldn't tell you. You were perfect. And you deserved so much better than him anyway. He was nothing special. Just plain ol' Dean Winchester. Dean, who had been hunting for practically his whole life, and whose said was filled with pain and sadness. He couldn't burden you with this. You had enough to deal with, without him adding on to that. And that was why it was so hard to tell you. He wanted to tell you, he wanted to be selfish. But, for the first time in a very long time, Dean didn't want to mess up and lose you. 

But with every glance, every interaction, both you and Dean found it harder to not say anything about some of the events that had taken place during the past couple of weeks. 

~~~

Dean had been leaving the War Room, passing the library, Dean stopped. Taking a couple of steps back, Dean peered into the library, seeing you curled up on your favorite armchair, asleep. A smile tugged at the corner of Dean’s lips at the sight. It had only been about three months since you came to live at the bunker with himself and Sam. It was all by accident really, how you had come to learn about Sam and Dean’s line of work. Well, what really happened was Dean accidentally blurted it out. It wasn’t his fault though, you were just so easy to talk to. Dean hated talking about it, Sam still liked to bring it up. 

Making his way inside, Dean walked over to you, taking a moment before slowly taking the open book from your lap. Making sure to keep the book open on the page you had left off on, Dean read the front cover, taking note that you had been reading the first 'Lord Of The Rings’ book. Finding the worn receipt that you used as a bookmark, Dean slid it between the pages and shut your book, leaving it on the table for you. 

Turning back to you, Dean bent down and slid his arms under your back and legs before picking you up into his arms. Dean didn't think you would want to stay in that awkward position any longer than you had to be; all scrunched up. Looking down at you, Dean held his breath as you let out a small unintelligible mumble, only to let it out when you just nuzzled into his neck. Dean froze for a moment, the feeling of your warm breath on his neck sending shivers through his body before he started walking again. He mentally shook his head. He had carried you to your bed many times before, this was nothing new to him. Dean continued his walk to your room, nudging your slightly ajar door open with his foot before stepping in. 

Placing you gently on your bed, Dean pulled out the blanket from under you before placing it over you; the blanket reaching your chin. Leaning down, Dean pressed a small, chaste kiss to your forehead before straightening. Freezing, Dean's eyes widened slightly. He hadn't done that before. That was new. Dean shook his head, turning away quickly before heading out of your bedroom. Making sure to close his door behind himself, Dean made his way back to his own room, closing the door quietly behind himself. Laying down on his own bed, Dean sighed heavily. What was going on with him?

~~~

The road had been a bit bumpy, but that didn't stop your body from taking a nap. Laying on the leather seats of the Impala, your legs kicked up on the seat, resting on Dean's lap as he drove you to the diner for your shift. With one hand on the wheel, Dean's free hand was on your calve, his thumb brushing against you softly. He glanced periodically at you, seeing you somewhat peacefully asleep. At a red light, Dean turned to look at you, a small smile on his face before he turned back to look at the road.

Soon after, you sat up, sluggishly as you rubbed your left eyelid with the palm of your hand. Moving your head to lay more comfortably against the back of the seat. As you were gaining your bearings, Dean's smile grew, "Good mornin', sleeping beauty." He commented lightly.

You smiled, your eyes meeting him briefly, "How long was I out?" You asked, checking your watch on your arm. Usually in the mornings, your need to sleep would last no more than fifteen to twenty minutes. You made sure to sleep on the way to work, during your lunch break after you ate, and before dinner. You hated fighting the drowsiness, so it was always easier just to take those small naps during the day. It definitely made the day more bearable. 

"Uhm, not long, twenty minutes max. We're almost at Betty's." Dean glanced over at you once more, pausing his small caresses on your calves. "How are you feelin’?" He asked, a soft concern in his voice.

You shrugged a shoulder, your smile never wavering as you looked at Dean's side profile, "Still tired, but better." You assured him, voice soft and heart filled with fondness. It wasn't long until Dean pulled into the parking lot of Betty's, turning off the engine as you shuffled your legs off his lap. Letting out a sigh, you turned to Dean who had been already looking at you, making your cheeks feel a bit warm. "Thank you for driving me, De." You thanked him, Dean giving you a nod in response. 

Dean had been driving you to work for the past couple of months, even though you said you were fine with taking a cab or something. Dean, on the other hand, insisted that you’d let him drive you. You felt pretty bad, not wanting to feel like a burden, or making Dean feel as if he had to take you - even trying to pay him for all the gas he used driving you there and back. But Dean wasn’t having it. He told you that you weren’t a burden, and that you didn’t have to pay him. All he wanted in return was a slice of apple pie, and you were more than willing to give him that.

"You call me if you need anything, alrigh'?" He requested, reaching over the console and taking your hand into his own, squeezing it gently. The simple action of him holding your hand had you feeling warm again.

You nodded, smiling warmly at him, "Yeah, I know, Dean. You tell me every time you drop me off. You don’t have to worry." Letting out a little laugh, you pressed your free hand to your mouth, a small wave of drowsiness going through you. In reality though, Dean had only said those words a good handful of times; you were just messing with him.

You couldn’t recognize the look in Dean’s eyes when you brought your attention back to him. You watched as he slowly licked his bottom lip before he reached over with his free hand and placed it on the back of your head. His fingers sunk into your hair, bringing you close enough to place a gentle kiss on your forehead. Your breath hitched ever so slightly at the sudden affection from him. But, you were happy that he showed you such affection. For the rest of the working day, you had thought about that forehead kiss, almost constantly when you weren’t helping customers.

The forehead kisses were a pretty new thing between the two of you. Dean had first done it after he got back from a pretty bad hunt. Rushing down the stairs only to bring you into his arms. You didn’t know what had happened during the hunt, and you never asked. You knew whatever did happen, it shook Dean. Which was a feat within itself.

You had looked over Dean’s shoulder, eyes meeting Sam’s as you silently asked him what had happened, but Sam just gave you a small shrug before leaving the room. You just let out a sigh, wrapping your arms around Dean, not even caring about the blood on his brown jacket or the terrible smell reeking off of him. 

Pulling back slightly, you had kept your arms around him as you looked up at him. “Are you alright?” You asked, voice soft, seeing how his green eyes glinted in the light of the room. 

Dean said nothing, mustering up a small, almost sad smile before he leaned forward to press a kiss to your forehead. You remembered that you felt so warm but so light at the same time. Your heartbeat quickening as your eyes fluttered shut. He held you for a moment more, as if he was cherishing the moment - as you were - before he let go of you and left the room. 

But that kiss, that kiss in the Impala felt different. A good different. 

~~~

The bunker had been quiet, minus the TV playing that cowboy movie you sort of slept through. Pressed against Dean’s side, you periodically grabbed a couple of pieces of popcorn from the bowl in Dean’s lap, chewing slowly as you stared at the screen. You couldn’t believe a full year had passed since the two brothers walked into your life. You were trying to fight the sleepiness that you were feeling. You really wanted to spend more time with Dean. 

Speaking of the man, his arm was wrapped around you, pulling you close. His fingers were gently caressing your forearm, tracing patterns into your skin. It made you smile, and you let yourself sink further onto the couch, resting your head on his shoulder. He chuckled lowly and pressed a kiss to your temple. “Comfy there, sweetheart?” he asked softly, teasingly, his ministrations on your arm pausing.

You moved your head slightly to look up at him, slightly startled at how close both of your faces were, "Yeah," You breathed out, not wanting to raise your voice so as to not ruin the quiet atmosphere. "I'm sorry in advance if I fall asleep on you." You said before turning back to the TV, rubbing your cheek against his shoulder; the smell of his cologne practically engulfing you.

Dean only hummed in return, his eyes staying on you for a moment more. The room was dim but the small lamp lit up enough of the room for Dean to see you clearly. Your eyelashes brushed over your cheeks, and his expression softened slightly. “It's okay, you're safe here,” He murmured, “I promise not to draw on your face with a pen as you sleep."

Laughter erupted out of you, shaking your head slightly as your shoulders shook. “Dean, that’s mean!” You playfully slapped his chest with a hand, making Dean pretend wince.

Raising his free hand in surrender, Dean let out his own laughter, “Just jokin’, just jokin.”

You only shook your head, turning your head to face the screen, “Sam was right, you are immature.”

“Wait, Sammy said that about me?” Dean asked, finding the small smirk on your face adorable before he let out a sigh, “In all seriousness, you’ll be fine. I’ll bring you to bed when you’re ready.”

"Thank you, De." You muttered back, turning your body slightly towards his to curl more into his side, eyes finally shutting.

"No need to thank me, sweetheart," Dean smirked lightly, turning back to stare at the TV screen, "I know I'm awesome."

~~~

Present day, Dean walked back into the room no more than thirty minutes later, a plain t-shirt on with gray sweatpants. His hair was slightly damp from his shower as he walked over to the couch where you were still sitting. Sitting beside you, Dean let out a sigh as he sat; his arm coming up to wrap around your shoulder. 

“I ordered the pizza, should be able to pick it up soon,” Dean spoke, looking over at you as you paused your reading, placing your thumb in between the pages so you wouldn’t lose your place.

“Did you get those cheesy sticks?” You asked, watching as Dean’s smile widened ever-so-slightly. 

“Of course, who do you think I am?” Dean asked in mock offense, and when he received a small shove from you in response he smirked. “I got your pizza, mine, and Sammy's. The cheese sticks too, so don't worry that pretty little head of yours." Dean teased, bringing his arm up to ruffle your hair slightly. 

As he pulled away, Dean dropped his arm back around your shoulders, unable to pull his eyes off of you. You furrowed your eyebrows confused as to why he was looking at you with such tenderness, “Why are you staring at me like that?” You asked curiously, feeling a little bit nervous as his eyes stared intently into yours. You couldn't think for a moment, caught off guard by the sudden proximity as he fidgeted in his seat, unknowingly scooting closer to you.

“I...” Dean trailed off, staring down at you. His eyes glinted mischievously in the low light and you felt your breath hitch. ‘Why did he have to be so attractive?’ you had thought, heart racing as Dean just let out a shaky sigh, a small grin appearing on his face. “Nothing.” He only then said, making you let out a small, breathy laugh. 

"You really are something, Dean Winchester," You teased, watching as Dean's cheeks flushed lightly, highlighting the many freckles placed there.

With that comment, he gave you a playful pout, but before he could say anything, Sam popped into the room. "Yes, yes, he is truly something. Now, something is going to happen to the two of you if I don't get my food." He spoke grumpily before heading back into the library.

Bringing your eyes back on Dean, his grin just turned into a smirk, his green eyes glancing from your eyes to your lips, and back, “Well, you heard him... I should be gettin' that pizza. Don't want little Sammy to have a tantrum.” With that, he stood up and grabbed his keys from the coffee table. You let out a sigh you didn't even know that you were holding as Dean turned to you. "Want to ride with me? I can tell you all about that time Sam and I found the source of all evil in a Vegan factory." He asked, twirling the key ring around his finger, the keys clashing. 

Sputtering out a short laugh, you rolled your eyes, "Of course, just don't get all upset when I fall asleep." You answered, standing up, already feeling a bit sluggish as Dean wrapped an arm around your waist, your arm then wrapping around his; making your way up the stairs. 

Once outside of the bunker, Dean leaned down to press a kiss to your cheek, "Wouldn't dream of it, sweetheart."

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