I found Hope in you. Dean Winchester FF

I found Hope in you. Dean Winchester FF

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Dean und ich lernten uns an einem warmen Sommertag kennen die Sonne schien durch die Äste und hinterließ wunderschöne tanzende Schatten.Man spürte die Wärme auf der Haut, die Sonnenstrahlen kitzelten einen wortwörtlich.Dean Winchester klopfte einfach so an meine Türe und fragte nach dem Weg. Diese grünen Augen, dieser leichte drei tage Bart und sein Lächeln zogen mich sofort in seinen Bann.Seine Art war außergewöhnlich, seine Seele zog meine an und ließ Sie nicht mehr los. Ich verbrachte viel Zeit mit ihm und seinem Bruder, obwohl Sam nie wusste was wir beide wirklich füreinander empfanden. Obwohl ich mir denke das er es merkte
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#1 WaywardSon (April 2019 & September 2019) #1 SpnXReader 🧂 (March 2019) #1 WaywardSon (March 2019) #1 in DEANXREADER! 🖤 (August 2018) #1 in IMPALA 🙌🏻 (February 2019) You're tangled up in some business with the Winchesters, thanks to Dean's split-second decision to slay Death himself in the Season 10 finale. Can the boys save you from the fate they set in motion, or is it you who saves them? [Reader Insert] He pushes his chair back and stands up, holding out his hand. 'C'mon. Dance with me.' 'I can't dance,' you protest, but Dean doesn't take no for an answer when it comes to music. He pulls your chair out and leads you up. 'Yes, you can.' 'Wait,' you say, reaching back to set your glass down. When he whips you back into his arms, your heart flutters. He smells like whiskey and clean cotton laundry soap and sweat, and for some reason, it's nearly as intoxicating as the drink. He sings in your ear as you sway back and forth in his arms like middle school kids at the spring formal. The song finally ends, and just as you start to pull away, he tightens his embrace when the plucky metallic twangs of Wonderful Tonight start floating toward the ceiling. 'No, no. We're not done yet.' **OCCASIONAL STRONG LANGUAGE** *I do not own any of the CW Supernatural TV show characters or the photos/videos added for the effect of the story. I own (reader insert) character, Jonah, Nanami, and the majority of this plotline with the exception of any and all mentions or referrals to Supernatural's televised plotlines on CW. All credit remains with original creators.* PS - I want to work on SPN with the writers. Someday. Just throwing that out into the universe... :)

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