#deley

Dean: I swore when I grew up, I'd have a flannel for every day of the week.

Dean: And I do. By God I do.

『遅延』

Crowley, to Dean: You look nice, I want to kiss you

Dean: What?

Gif from @impala-dreamer (Warnings: HORRIFYINGLY SELF INDULGENT. DEAN X ASHLEY, SAM X BEKA.)

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“Jesus Sam! Just go over there already!”

“Shut up Ashley.”

“I’m serious, if you don’t, one of two things are going to happen.” Ashley paused to take a drink of her beer. “Either I’m going to go over there and hit on her for you, or I’m going to take her for myself. What? She’s hot!”

“Who’s hot?” Dean asked as he took his seat next to Ashley.

“Beka. Sam doesn’t have the balls to go talk to her.”

“That’s not-” Sam started to protest, but Dean cut him off.

“Babe, leave him alone. He can’t help it I got all the moves in the family.” He smirked. “Here Sammy, take this. Little liquid courage for ya.”

Dean placed what looked like a triple shot of whiskey in front of Sam along with the rest of the beers he’d brought from the bar.

“Guys. I don’t even like her like that. Let’s just drop it.”

Dean and Ashley both glared at him.

“Ok, fine. I do, but that doesn’t matter.”

“Sam I swear to fuck if you don’t…” Ashley’s outburst was cut off by Sam slamming back the shot. “YES!”

“If she laughs in my face I’m going to kill both of you.”

“Sammy, she never shuts up about you.” Dean threw his arm around Ashley’s shoulders and pulled her close to his side. “Even you can’t fuck this one up.”

“I’ll help!” Ashley offered.

“No you will not.” Sam said as he stood. He walked over to the jukebox where Beka was picking music.

Just as he was about to reach her, both Ashley and Dean cheered. Beka turned and smiled just as Sam held his middle finger behind him.

Dean laughed and pressed a kiss to Ashley’s temple. “Bout fucking time.”

“Mhm. We done good Dean Winchester.”

“Yes we did. Wanna go fool around in Baby?”