Finally a soap for me
This is literally my favorite thing someone has ever said.
HOLY FUCK THE NOTES.
HOLY SHIT LOOK AT THE NOTES
reblog EVERY TIME THIS IS ON YOUR DASH .
If you follow me and you don’t reblog this, we’re gonna have a little issue.
I will 500% judge you if you don’t Reblog
More people reblogged this than there are in my state??
fckh8 needs to do their fcking research before bashing sexualities that theyre too ignorant to care about.
A/N: I can’t explain this.
Warring’s: Devin, Occness, Inappropriate use of the word Santa, AU, ,Age difference, , etc.
Dean watched as Kevin struggled over trying to decode the tablet. Lately it’s all that Kevin has been doing. Dean constantly has to remind his younger boyfriend to eat, shower, and sleep. Dean understands that Kevin wants to decode the tablet but, the kid doesn’t need to kill himself trying to do it. Tonight The Elder Winchester has something special planned. With Christmas coming around Dean decided to get Kevin into the Christmas spirit. The large Christmas tree is decorated and filled with presents. It’s one of those artificial trees because that way Dean doesn’t have to worry about cleaning up needles. On top of the tree is what He has dubbed as “Drunk Santa.” It’s one of those tree topers you get at the dollar store Santa is holding a bottle in one hand and his face is red and jolly. Dean has a fire going, with a make shift bed made out of blankets in pillows on the rug in front of the fireplace. Dean himself has on nothing but a red stocking over his rock hard cock, and Santa hat on top of his head. His brother and angelic boyfriend Cas are gone for the night.
Dean pulled out the chair next to Kevin, and sat down on the comfy chair. Then he reached up a hand to caress his cheek. Kevin rolled his eyes.
“Dean, I told you I’m busy.”
Dean gave Kevin a smirk. “You’re taking a break. I have something special for you.”
The Prophet turned and looked at his boyfriend finally noticing that his boyfriend was naked expect for a Santa hat and red stocking.
“Really Dean? Who are you supposed to be dirty Santa?” Kevin joked. Although he admitted the look Dean was giving him was turning him on. Plus Dean looked pretty good in that hat and stocking. Even though Dean was 30 something his body was still very much in shape. Dean’s face seemed to just beginning to show signs of age.
Dean laughed. “You know you Love it Sweetheart.” Dean stood up and grabbed his The Prophet’s hand and pulled him into the living room area to show him the tree and fireplace.
Years later, after all the worst of the bullshit is over and most of the prophecies have worn themselves out, while Dean is living in almost retirement at the age of 45 with his ex-angel and his brother Sam, who now walks with a limp all the time and a cane sometimes after a really banal incident involving ice, stone steps, and an electronic halloween decoration somebody never took down, Dean gets a metal-head Christmas card with Metallica lyrics inside, and a note written in black pen that reads:
Mom doesn’t remember you. And I didn’t for a long time either. But a few weeks ago I had an accident, the other driver was high or texting I guess, and I got a hairline fracture in my skull. I can’t move my legs either. The doctors say I might have pinched a nerve in my spine but…I keep having memories of you now. Mom says it’s the crack in my head. I’m pretty sure you’re real.
I know you have your reasons for staying away. But Mom works the late shift, so she’s always gone by five.
Would you come visit me? Please?
P.S. Merry Christmas.
Dean’s on the road before the sun is up.
I WASN’T PLANNING ON CRYING TODAY FUCK YOU VERY MUCH