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Having the urge to do something and doing it immediately after is not impulsive.

the bullet wound was obviously infected. it raged beneath his skin, reminding him of the botched hunt he’d just been on. white walls and fluorescent lights stared back at the hunter, almost in mocking amusement. honestly, his everything hurts. from the bruises on his body, the cuts in his hands, the two black eyes that encompass hazel irises.

he let’s out a shuddered breath, the monitor behind him beeping monotonously. the t.v. was on with low volume, the news bombarding him. dean never let him watch it at home, and since he was already here, he might as well take advantage. when the door opens, he glances over before flinching at the pain in his bones.

you do realize you’re damn beautiful, right?