Supernatural Preferences & Imagines

→ FIRST KISS

YOOOOOOOOOOOO

DID YALL WATCH LAST NIGHTS EPISODE (it is future me, this was began two weeks ago)

IM DEADDDDDDDD

FCKN DEAD I TELL YOU

I DIED IN THAT BATHROOM SCENE LIKE OMG EVERYONE WAS HYPING THIS UP TO BE FUNNY BUT IT WASNT

IT WAS D E P R E S S I N G

HE COULDNT REMEMBER HIS NAME AND IT JUST MADE ME 😫😫😫

MY POOR BABY DEAN GOD

JUST A ROLLERCOASTER LAST NIGHT FOR REAL I LOVED IT

HERES THE PREFERENCE NOW

HAHA JK HERES AN UPDATE BC BIIIIIITCH IM LACKING SLEEP BC I READ THIS BOMB ASS BOYXBOY MANGA AND I AM FREEKAKAIFNWBFHW DE

HE WANTS HIM, BUT HE DOESNT KNOW HOW TO EXPRESS THAT HE LIKES HIM BACK WHICH MEANS H O T A S F U C K MAKE OUT SESSIONS AND LITTLE ARGUMENTS THAT END UP CUTE AND JUST FUUUUUU CK

I WANT MORE

UPDATE

YALL ITS BEEN A WEEK SINCE I STARTED THIS SO IM SO SORRY BUT I FINISHED THAT COMIC AND IM FUCKIN DEAD INSIDE HNLAKBFKJBDJBSDF MY LIFE IS OVER, THAT SHIP TOOK OVER MY LIFE SO IM RE READING IT> (future me, I'm stupid, it was TWO weeks later)

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My first kiss went a little like this, and twist.

Dean:

When you and Dean got together, you took it slow, surprisingly enough. You had a past of going too fast with partners, and he had a reputation of one night stands.

It was almost too perfect, your relationship.

The first fight almost broke you, it was intense. It was ever lasting, it seemed, so you left. You left to let him have his space. And when you came back, well, you were well aware of your actions.

"Where were you?" You sat at the table, staring at the map of the world lit up underneath it. "I went to give you space," you said softly, looking up to see his jaw tick in emotion. "Why didn't you tell me where you were going?" "There's a reason why it's called giving space, Dean." His eyes narrowed on you, making you sigh and stare into his eyes.

"Look, Dean, we were fighting. For days. You wouldn't talk to me so I left to give you some space. I was gone for a week, it's no big deal." Dean stood up abruptly, anger in his forest green eyes. "Yes it is! I had no idea where you had gone or why you left! Hell, I thought you got hurt!" You scoffed, crossing your arms and rolling your eyes. "I don't need to explain myself to you—"

"I'm your boyfriend!"

"And you ignored me for days!" He flinched back at your loud voice, watching you get up and shake your head. "I'm sorry for ever caring about you, alright?" Your voice was hard, an undeniable edge in it. His head drooped, his fists clenched at his sides. Before you could register, your head was cradled in Dean's chest, his hands on the back of your head and waist. "Don't ever apologize for caring, you hear me? I may be a dick sometimes, but don't take back your care. I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Your eyes were wide, hands frozen at your sides, as you heard his voice crack.

"I'm...I'm sorry for that, I didn't mean..." You were at loss for words, so you just wrapped your arms around him tightly and closed your eyes tight. "I love you, I don't ever want to hurt you so much you want to stop caring." He whispered hoarsely, and you nodded in his chest, eyes and throat burning from the early onslaught of tears. "I love you, too, Dean. I don't want to fight again." Dean's body rumbled with a chuckle, "We'll fight and we'll cry, but we won't ever hurt each other. I trust you, [Y/N]."