Carry On My Wayward Assbutt

Name: 

Age: 

How well do we know each other?: 

Do you have a pet name for me?: 

Do I have a pet name for you?: 

Are you attracted to me?: 

Why do you want to marry me?: 

Big wedding or Small wedding?: 

           he snorts.

‘ most people don’t KNOW any of those, so you must be somethin special, what’s your story, toots? you’re quite a looker too. ’

 #You’re an idiot Dean Winchester. The crap is not you. The crap is obscuring you. It’s obscuring the man who can hunt down and gank just about anything, and used to be able to take pride in that prowess. It’s obscuring the man who raised a beautiful human being like Sam Winchester, who cut the crusts off his sandwiches and helped him with his homework and told him how to talk to girls and kept him safe from the things that go bump in the night. It’s obscuring the man who can rebuild a car from the ground up with love and sweat and swearing and do so perfectly. The man who held out against Alastair for decades. The man that demons run from and angels fall for. You deserve to be saved. So please, please stop this. Because it scares the shit out of me when you stop fighting tooth and nail to stay alive.

“G’night, Soos!” Stan called from the porch of the Mystery Shack. His girdle had bene taken off, letting his gut poke out from behind the starch white dress shirt. He held a beer in one hand and waved with the other as Soos climbed into his car.

 “G’night Mister Pines!” Replied the maintenance man. He started up his car, smiling as Lovegod played from his car speakers. He hummed to himself as he pulled out from behind the Shack, and down the long dirt road that led into Gravity Falls. As he drove on, the humming turned into singing. Soos let his mind wander as he sang the ballad and tried to picture some pretty girl in his head that he might serenade. As his mind formed a person, to his surprise it was none other than his boss, Stanley Pines, sitting on the outdoor couch and smiling as Soos sang, holding up an oversized boombox like a scene out of an 80’s movie. Soos shook his head quickly. Why was it this song made him think of Mister Pines so much? He rolled to a red light and stopped, leaning his head back against the top of his car seat.

“If it was a Muslim or a Mexican…”

“… people shouldn’t worry about people coming to the US, but about us coming to other people…”