#holidayxhound

buT PEOPLE WIL L HACK MY ACCO U NT BLUSH

Blush you are the voice of reason

  "Don't mock the uniform, Nolan, I'm forced to wear it."

i want the thinggggg yesh

i regRET MY LIFE CHOICES

This year, Dean was starting to think that the holidays were goingto be better, leave behind better memories, but hopeful thinking and Dean Winchester never went along well together. Something always happened to screw things up or throw the hunter through a loophole that he was never expecting.     And yet, even Sam had put up decorations around the bunker just to     make everything feel a little more cheery. As an older brother, Dean of     course had teased him about it, but for that moment it felt more like a     real holiday and not just some day in the year that they would silently      acknowledge. There was a chance that it felt important because Dean     had a worry in his gut — one telling him that his days could very well      be numbered. Something that he didn’t like to let on, but slowly      accepted that with the life he was leading it was only a matter of time     before everything caught up with him and he ended staring down the     end of the barrel of a gun, or having his soul sucked away. All of this led him into the next moment as he returned back to the bunker with Nolan. They had gone out for some supplies  around the kitchen and returned with far too many bags, but  somehow he felt these simple tasks were made so much better with the other around to help him. The thoughts of time slipping away drifted into his mind and while they crossed the threshold between the kitchen and the hall, Dean was walking backward to talk to Nolan, but spotted mistletoe hanging overhead.              ”Hold still — you’ve got something on your face.”           This was all the closest Dean gave him as a warning, as the space      between their faces decreased. While he tilted his head and reached      a hand out to brush flour off of Nolan’s face, a spur of the moment      decision came to him not to stop moving. Eyes flashing quickly to the      other’s gaze and then to his lips. Before he realized just what he was       doing, Dean’s lips were on Nolan’s in a tentative kiss as if this was      something that he had been wanting to do for a long time,because       he truly had.                      “Guess I should have said that something would be me.”