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Did she make your heart beat faster than I could?
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pxndiest replied to your post:i don’t know why it makes me smile when people…
I used to type that without errors.. Then you made a URL pun and now i forgotten the spelling. #Prohevefilidevium you see?
my url pun is the best choice i’ve ever made in this life. that’s the one. prohevefilidevium. bc i just - that url man. that was a mess. i was too ambitious for having taken 2 years of latin. now, in my 5th. could probably have done better there.
Change it to Spanish next time, make momma proud ;) something like muchodiablo or so..
I should go now quietly, for my bones have found a place to lie down and sleep, where all my layers can become reeds, all my limbs can become trees, all my children can become me; what a mess I leave to follow.
I'm starting to think that it wasn't a bad idea that I came back.
Dean + Tumblr Tags
“Someone likes seeing his wife all the time. The fact that it’s morning and there’s minimal clothes involved is a plus.”
“Oh, just don’t make too much noise, the kids would wake up.”
when you’re going to shower but when you pull back the curtain there’s a huge spider in the tub
Dean bit his lip quietly, looking at the girl in his arms. “I didn’t tell her anything, you know I wouldn’t want her knowing anything like this,” He said quietly, holding her tight in his arms. “I don’t know what to do,” He murmured quietly, “Bonnie, they can’t hurt you. Especially not here. You’re safe, you don’t have any reason to let anything scare you,”
“Then how does she knows?” She wonders, even more worried now that her husband didn’t knew a thing about her dreams. “Dean..” And she bit her lip, because a small thought crept her mind, what if she ended up like he and Sam?
The girl slowly nodded, before leaning back on her dad’s chest; his voice was like a lull to her, and she slowly closed her eyes.
“C’mon, we were having a sexy moment, Amy.”
“Fine fine..” She gropes his face. “So, I think someone likes seeing his wife like this in the mornings..”
Closed
The Professor pushed the door open and walked inside. “Alright,” he said, as he headed for the bed, he sat down on the edge and faced her. “So, how are you doing?”
“I’m good.” She closed her book, placing it back on the bedside table. “And you? You don’t seem so well.”
“I didn’t steal it. I borrowed it. Possibly for a long time.”
A smirk tugged at his lips as he shook his head in amusement. “Trust me, I’m the last person to get onto you for stealing.”
“I know, that’s why I wondered why you looked me with your judging face.” She smirked, tugging the small object back inside her pocket. “You don’t mind me stealing your stuff, Sammy?”