all I can think about right now is dean trying to untangle those stupid LED snowflake christmas lights while his wife watches from the door way. he’s grumbling about the lights, swearing to high Heaven he’ll gut the guy that made em. then, his wife just sweetly asks who took the lights down last year. and dean stills, looking up at his girl with a furrowed brow. “me?” and then she’d nod and tell him the process in which he took them down in is the product of his strife this year. he doesn’t like that.
tell me you see the vision
