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Chris Evans Is PEOPLE’s 2022 Sexiest Man Alive - Details
Like this man has ruined men for me!! I’ll never attract someone on this level and everyone else pales in comparison.
Literally single for life because of this… this… this asshole!!
Maybe it’s time to switch sides…
Summary: Sometimes, people run because they want to be found. Dean runs from his feelings, and when he's finally ready to face them, maybe it's too late for the one person he wants to find him.
Warnings: fluff, smut, angst, cheating, alcoholism mentioned, language.
W/C: 3k
Bingo: @anyfandomgoesbingo Square Filled: Stay by The Kid Laroi ft. Justin Bieber
Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, fem!reader (she/her/you - no body type or ethnicity described.)
Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!Reader.
Notes: I’m currently obsessed with Stay by The Kid Laroi ft. Justin Bieber - it’s a bop and If I Didn’t Love You by Jason Aldean ft. Carrie Underwood - it’s angsty. I wanted to write something, so here you have it. I’ve used lyrics from both songs.
Betas: @deanwinchesterswitch // @cockslut-padalecki // all mistakes belong to me.
Gif: found on tenor. Dividers: @firefly-graphics
You watch from your table as Dean gives the barmaid that charming make-all-the-panties-wet smile. Her hand lingers on his as she passes the beers over the counter, and you remind yourself murder is illegal. Well, only if you get caught.
He makes his way through the tables, and you notice all the eyes that follow him and the pangs of disappointment when he sits beside you. It’s nice to be the envy of others, it’s a good ego boost, but they have no idea how frustrating your relationship with Dean really is. This isn’t a date. Okay, it’s just the two of you, in a bar watching a cover band of one of your favorites, that Dean found a flyer for and asked if you wanted to go. The night will end with an orgasm or three and Dean praising what a good little cock slut you are. So okay, maybe, technically, it could be pigeonholed as a ‘date’. It’s more than two friends hanging out but less than a romantic relationship.
There’s a table of women to your left, and all five of them eye fuck Dean as he passes them before he sits down beside you. They lean in and whisper to one another. So obviously gossiping about the two of you and embarrassedly avert their eyes when you look over.
If this were a date, you’d have kissed him to prove a point that the bowlegged adonis would be doing more than eye-fucking you later - whatever - you’re not above being petty. But it’s not a date; public displays of affection, or rather marking your territory, are prohibited.
“You okay?” Dean asks, and you uncrumple your brow and fix your scowl to a polite smile as you swig your beer.
You swallow down the fizz and take a deep breath, “uh-huh.”
“Sure?” he questions, scanning your face, “cause you’ve got murder face.”
That son of a bitch is lucky he’s alive.
Also I scared my dog when I hit my desk. Prick.
Poor doggie 🐶 😂
