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HOLY CRAP IT WAS SO GOOD

The one where Dean gets spooked by your Blythe doll

Today everything in the bunker stands still there is no case today, so the only thing that needed to be done today was to live life. To kick back and try and experience the mundane life, or at least for one day. Dean went on a grocery run, meanwhile you are sat on your guys’ bed drawing. You hum the song you heard on the radio in Baby in a light fluttery mood, your calves dancing in the air.

You hear the heavy door of the bunker slam open and closed, Dean’s back. You wait. Knowing Dean will make his way over to you. Like clockwork you hear his heavy boots beating down on the hardwood floors.

Boom

Boom

“Hey baby” his voice calls out as he goes down to place a light kiss on your head, his rough hand rubbing your ass in a soft motion. He carries himself to the corner of the room and begins to peel off the clothes that haas been stained with the sins of the outside world. “Did you get me my chips babe?” in not even a millisecond you feel a light backer of plastic being thrown onto the bed. A smile creeps up on your face, you peel yourself away from the comfort of the bed and walk over to him.

You place a light kiss on his lips while praise spills from them, you feel Dean’s lips curl up in happiness as his arms sluggishly raise to wrap around your waist. You reach on the bed and hurriedly split the packet open, ready to delve in. With his hands still on your waist, you hear him begin to tell you about his day; what he saw, the music he played on the way there and back. That was until you hear him go quiet, you place another chip in your mouth before turning around curious of the sudden silence.

You now realise the abscene of his hands on your waist and see him next to the wall shelf he had furnished there, due to a request from you, to perch your knickknacks on. “Babe….. what the hell is this?” He inquires as his fingers pick up the dolls head, like he was scared the very contact with it would cause doom. “A mini me” “A mini you?” His eyes disgustedly look over the doll before dropping it while dusting his hands. “That shit is not a mini you, it’s just creepy” your eyebrows furrow at his words, sad about his revelation of his feeling about it. “It is a mini me, infact it’s our child” you push on as you pick it back up delicately and place it next to your face, trying to make him see the resemblance.

Yet by the very look on his face you can see he is not buying it, “it looks hella possessed with those creepy eyes, I think we have another case on our hands here even” he states while trying to reach for it, you slap his hand away. Teasing curses fall on your lips before a smile creeps up on your face, Dean’s eyes look on in confusion but also frightened of the sudden smile. You run over to the bottom of the bed and pull out a box before ripping it open. “Look you have a possessed mini me too” you stick another Blythe doll in his face except this time it’s a male one, that you specifically made to resemble Dean.

His eyes widen in mock horror “yay now we have 2 cases on our hands,” he says sarcastically. “Two children you mean” you correct him, before Turing back to your chips while Dean hammers home about how he will probably burn them when you’re not around and how much they creep him out.

Yet a week later you found the dolls perched up in a new position sat down on the shelf holding hands, and in the new outfits you sewed. A smile creeps up on your face knowing this was Dean’s work…..

Or maybe they are really haunted and is going to kill you

𖦆mosslin𖦆

listening to...

➺ flicker wings by black bear

what they both don't know is rica annoys kento to get his attention, bringing up the most unnecessary debates just so she could talk to him more. kento entertains her antics so he could do the same.

this continued on their adulthood albeit a little tamer than their younger years. their true feelings was obvious to everyone else except them.