lovefromthehero

          [ dean’s not dumb, he knows she knows he’s looking, likes what he sees, and he knows she knows she’s giving just as good as she’s getting. it’s almost a game to see how long both of them can go until they snap. ]

          [ wrong place, wrong time. ]

          [ he licks his lips slowly, peering down at her from beneath thick lashes, then flashes her a wider grin than before. ]

                    Yeah? Pretty sure I’m up to testing that out.

          [ but seriously— the quickest way into dean winchester’s pants bed heart is a well-cooked meal. that and cuddles, but he’ll never say that out loud. ]

if she was cut from a weaker cloth,
she’d have already let him have
his wicked way. she wants to, god,
she wants to— and he knows it.

her soft gaze befits his mouth
for a tight breath or two, before
she turns, and walks toward the
back. 

❝ain’t a diner, winchester,
either you’re coming, or
you aren’t.❞