SAM WINCHESTER; part nine
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Sam when you throw another flirty remark his way. You'd been doing it all night, and he couldn't help the blush that coated his cheeks. Every time you'd say something suggestive, his cheeks would be painted a deep shade of crimson involuntarily.
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CARRY ON. ( spn gif imagines )
Fanfic❛ carry on my wayward son ❜ ( supernatural gif imagines ) ( completed ) ( credit goes to @poseybility )
