I'd Rather Be A Good Man

If we kissed:

[] This wouldn’t happen.

[] Oh disgusting.

[] Again, again.

[] Kiss you back.

[] Let’s take this to the bedroom.

[] Slap/Push you away.

[] Be confused

If you asked me out I’d say:

[] Um no.

[] I’m taken-

[] Sure.

[] HOLY ASDFGHJK YESSSSS.

Can we cuddle?:

[] No.

[] Ew.

[] Sure.

[] YES.

Sex?:

[] Let’s do it.

[] No. You can’t handle my d.

[] FUCK YES.

[] No.

Should you reblog this?:

[] Yes. I want to send you one.

[] Yes.

"… well shit they weren’t kidding."  Dean shook himself and stepped off the large mat.  He’d thought getting in a bit of his own training before Natasha put him through the ringer would be a good idea.  Keep what few skills he’d had before up and ready for a hunt.

He hadn’t expected Thor, the real god and not the skinny old man he and Sam had met, to wander in as well.

                                  “ Sorry? Weren't kidding about what? ”

                 “ Come now, you should not be so quick to underestimate me.                      I could certainly come up with ten reasons to be grateful                         and not one of them include myself or my hammer.