secret identity | d.winchester

six.

november 22st. 6:09pm.
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carter:
yo homie

carter:
bro

dean:
uh oh how did i go from friend to bro

carter:
so you admit you my friend?

dean:
no

carter:
asshole

dean:
i get that a lot

carter:
are you proud of that?

dean:
im not ashamed. im not an asshole i just say what im thinking

carter:
yeah, that's because you're probably a white cis straight good looking male and that's why you can

dean:
huh

carter:
wyd

dean:
working

carter:
where do you work

dean:
im a mechanic

carter:
cool. i know nothing about cars so you'll come in handy

dean:
please don't text me anymore than you do

carter:
give me a chance

dean:
no

carter:
i work at a coffee shop

dean:
fun

carter:
wow you're a poor conversationalist

dean:
no, i just don't care about you

carter:
you tell it like it is

dean:
yeah i do

carter:
that makes you an asshole you know

dean:
no, that makes me a white cis straight good looking male

carter:
fucking truth

dean:
wait what's a cis?

carter:
it means that you stayed with the gender you were born with

dean:
ohh

dean:
i thought it was some kind of cheese

carter:
so you called yourself cheese??

dean:
yeah i didn't understand it either