I'll beat y'ass!

OMG, this is so cute

↖ will defend followers from haters

Dean chuckled and opened up the fridge, the had a back up generator and Dean had had enough foresight to stock up. “Pancakes?”

"Actually… "He says words slowing down as his gaze locks onto the other.".. i might want somethang else.. " 

"Okay," Dean said, oblivious to the eyes on his back as he rooted around, "I can make an omelet."

"It ain’t food.. " He commented, eyes looking around until they landed back on him." take anotha shot." 

Dean turned and looked Daryl, over “Beer?” he asked with a frown.

"Nope."Raising an amused brow." Something that likes pie." 

Dean grinned, understanding in his eyes, backing up so he could lean against the counter, resting his hands on Daryl’s hips, “Mhm…?” he purred.

A small snicker left his lips. Putting his lower weight on Deans lower half. Separating his arms, placing his palms on the counter trapping Dean in between his arms."Starts wit' a D an' ends wit' N."A smirk ran along his lips. 

i dont know what happened

that was so weird. IT was one message then i look at it then it's different . . . LOL go to bed XD 

[ text ] What .. th' fuck. [ text ] why th' hell are yeh lookin' at this!? 

Dean chuckled and opened up the fridge, the had a back up generator and Dean had had enough foresight to stock up. “Pancakes?”

"Actually… "He says words slowing down as his gaze locks onto the other.".. i might want somethang else.. " 

"Okay," Dean said, oblivious to the eyes on his back as he rooted around, "I can make an omelet."

"It ain’t food.. " He commented, eyes looking around until they landed back on him." take anotha shot." 

Dean turned and looked Daryl, over “Beer?” he asked with a frown.

"Nope."Raising an amused brow." Something that likes pie." 

[ t e x t ] . . . [ t e x t ] Walkers. Walkers are on yer way.  [ t e x t ] Good lord. 

Dean chuckled and opened up the fridge, the had a back up generator and Dean had had enough foresight to stock up. “Pancakes?”

"Actually… "He says words slowing down as his gaze locks onto the other.".. i might want somethang else.. " 

"Okay," Dean said, oblivious to the eyes on his back as he rooted around, "I can make an omelet."

"It ain’t food.. " He commented, eyes looking around until they landed back on him." take anotha shot." 

[ t e x t ] CANNIBALS ! 

[text to: Daryl] You are fucking with me arn’t you?

[ t e x  t ]  . . .  [ t e x t ] Am i someone who plays jokes? 

[ t e x t ] Their comin’ fer yeh! yew have to run!  [ t e x t ] Yeh runnin’ yet?! 

[ t e x t ] CANNIBALS ! 

Dean chuckled and opened up the fridge, the had a back up generator and Dean had had enough foresight to stock up. “Pancakes?”

"Actually. . . "He says words slowing down as his gaze locks onto the other.".. i might want somethang else.. " 

[ t e x t ] Their comin' fer yeh! yew have to run!  [ t e x t ] Yeh runnin' yet?!