#m eeeeee

❛ WHAT THE HELL DEAN, ❜ her fingers course through dark tresses, eyes narrowing in his direction. he had scared the ever living shit out of her, and in turn he paid for it, with a swift kick in the balls. ❛ there’s this thing. it’s called a doorbell. you press it, and it buzzes. you might wanna use it before breaking into someone’s apartment. ❜  sam flicks the light switch, room dimly illuminating around them. doe brown eyes squinting, gaze curiously sweeps over her older brother’s frame. it has been two, long years, since they’ve stood in the same room as one another. two years since they had really spoken more than five minutes over the phone,                    without a conversation ending in her hanging up on him. physically, he hasn’t changed much, still clean shaven, still adorning that old leather jacket, wolf-like grin still annoying as ever.