#dhdhdjd

Its drawing Lexa in a corset again hours 🥰

small town dean winchester, he’s a lumberjack, and maybe he also taps maple syrup from the trees behind his house, and he’s so strong and he works so hard and at the end of the day he drinks a few fingers of whiskey and reads books about long journeys and he aches to go on one, but he likes his life, up here in the woods, and he doesn’t wanna miss the turn of fall, and it’s coming up, and so he keeps with his routine, and he sells little maple syrup candies on the weekends at the local farmers market and he has a few trees in his acreage he would never cut down, and he loves those trees, and they have never stopped growing, they just are always there, and his parents actually planted them way back in the 70s, right before he was born. and one day he goes to sit between them, to watch the leaves as they shake against a blue background of sky, and there’s someone there, a man, a man wearing... nothing, moving like water or honey or syrup all smooth and enticing and he shouldn’t watch as this...this magnificent alluring creation dances between his parents trees, he should shoo him away or leave him be, but he can’t, he’s entranced, watching as the man weaves a maple leaf crown like it’s nothing and places it over dark hair and dean feels his cheeks heat because he’s beautiful and intriguing and hell, he’s not supposed to feel things like this for another man, because his father helped get rid of that leaning way back when he was in junior high and would hide out in his tree house with another boy for a little too long, and dean’s frozen, frozen until the man looks, sees him, pins him with deep blue eyes like he has never seen before and he’s lost to the world, he knows it.