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If you can think of a ship, i will answer these questions for them

who cooks normally?: They take turns and sometimes cook together, if they can keep their hands off each other

how often do they fight?: About average, but sometimes either one will start a fight so they end up having crazy hot make up sex (sweet baby Cas those two…UNF)

what do they do when they’re away from each other?: Dean hunts obviously and Derek takes the time to read (and brood) in peace and exercise without Dean interrupting him with saying how hot his wolf is.

nicknames for each other?: Wolfy, Scruffles, My pet, Der, Der-Bear, Brooding Brow, anything wolf/dog reference (dog-related if he wants to make him mad), The Hulk   / Sugar Lips, Pouty, Bowlegged Beauty, Green Eyes, Rapunzel, Dorothy (because Kansas), My hunter, Deano, The prettiest hunter (I know I’m gonna think of more after I post this…I just know it)

who is more likely to pay for dinner?: Dean because he’s like ‘why pay for it’ then he holds up one of his fake credit cards with a big smile. Some times Derek pays because he worries about Dean getting caught with fake credit cards and he’s loaded.

who steals the covers at night?: Dean but then he usually ends up snuggling Derek

what would they get each other for gifts?: sex, Dean would be a little shit and get Derek a bone (rofl) but seriously Dean would buy Derek books, Derek would get Dean pie, burgers and alcohol

who remembers things?: Derek usually

who cusses more?: They both curse like sailors but I would say Dean, especially in bed

what would they do if the other one was hurt?: Swear vengeance, major torture, and/or death for the person or creature that hurt them. Derek would heal so Derek would tell Dean to calm down because he’s okay but Derek would lose his shit when Dean gets hurt.

who kissed who first?: Derek kissed Dean first because his wolfy senses knowing how Dean was feeling

who made the first move?: Dean

Send ✉ for a text that wasn’t sent

Send me a ‘✉’ for a “the morning after” note left on your pillow

Dean, Dean, Dean, Dean,

What ever happened to “not exactly your type”, I tell ‘ya, it seemed a lot like I was your type last night. Okay, okay, I’ll stop; because I can tell you’re probably pulling your sexy little frowny bitchface  you always pull as you read this, so I’ll cool it.

I have good news for you. I had to go off to a client’s house, but I made breakfast, you’ll find yours in the oven. Don’t say I never did anything for you.

Leda.