Shotgun Shuts His Cakehole

Is your daddy a Baker? Because you’ve got some nice buns!

Sam could feel his cheeks heating up at the rather cheesy line written on post-it notes stuck all over his desk. This wasn’t the first time this had happened and the first few messages had made Sam laugh and whoever it is seems to have made it their mission to sent him cheesier ones.

Are you my Appendix? Because I have a funny feeling in my stomach that makes me feel like I should take you out. - Stuck on Sam’s mug which he made sure to pull off and tuck away with the others.

Are you a fruit, because Honeydew you know how fine you look right now?

Does your left eye hurt? Because you’ve been looking right all day.

Can I take your picture to prove to all my friends that angels do exist?

I tried my best to not feel anything for you. Guess what? I failed.

Your body is 65% water and I’m thirsty.

Forget about Spiderman, Superman, and Batman. I’ll be your man. - Sam didn’t know what to think when he found his monitor covered in bright post-it notes with one cheesy line after line.

Can I follow you home? Cause my parents always told me to follow my dreams.

But some made Sam smile despite them being pick up lines Sam couldn’t help but being touched by them.

Because of you, I laugh a little harder, cry a little less, and smile a lot more.

For a moment I thought I had died and gone to heaven. Now I see that I am very much alive, and heaven has been brought to me.

If God made anything more beautiful than you, I’m sure he’d keep it for himself.

“So someone has been leaving post-it notes with some very cheesy lines on my desk, you wouldn’t know anything about them would you?” Sam asked leaning against Dean’s door, not missing his lover’s lips curling up into a smirk.

“I think whoever did meant each and every word and you should feel lucky that someone took the time to write them out and you should take them to heart, especially the last one.” Dean stated not removing his eyes off of his computer screen.

Rolling his eyes Sam could only shake his head. “I can’t think of a sweeter dessert than you, so spread those things and let me lick you.”  

Finally Dean lifted his head up and his green eyes danced with glee. “Wise advice from someone with good taste and you do taste good.”

Sam had never had someone do something like this before him Dean had gone out of his way to make him smile and his days seem brighter. “Come on Mr. Poet I think we have some chocolate sauce and whip cream at home for you to use to enhance your experience.”

Dean didn’t need to be told twice and before Sam could even blink Dean had his computer shut down and was hulling Sam out of his office. “Come on Sammy, I’ve got some licking to do.”

Sam’s laughter followed them out and in the morning Sam would find one last post-it note stuck to his desk and it would be the one he would cherish for the rest of his life.

The brightest star in the sky will never be able to outshine my love for you.