#mosthumanangel

sam getting frustrated because all the asshole right-handed people took all the good scissors again so he's stuck with the lame right-handed-only scissors and getting so mad to the point where jess is just like "i got it. relax." and has to cut everything out for him and he just sits there pouting

i was actually thinking in terms of samjess whoops like them getting paired up for a project or something and sam already has a crush on her and jesus christ it's jessica moore and all the guys are staring daggers at him and their elbows keep bumping and he's just a blushing mess and finally stutters out that he's gonna sit on her other side instead but for some reason she says 'no, it's ok. i don't mind.' and he just dies a little on the inside because wow

                 ❝Yeah, uh-- I'll see you guys later.❞ 

Fingers over a fret board, fly over note after note.  His instrument is a finely tuned extension of himself, a part of what lies inside of his heart. Dean is a hopeful musician in a one bedroom apartment with his dog and a passion.  That's about it.  That's all he needs, really-- He plays  for hours every night, and then steps out the window for a smoke.   It's approaching seriously late hours now, so Dean stretches, sets the guitar aside and opens the window in order to step out.  He shakes free  a cigarette and flips open his lighter all in one  fluid motion.               (It won't be long till the guy downstairs              from him takes a seat in the chair near               his window to read the way he does              every night.  Dean swears up and down              he isn't a stalker, but maybe he looks              forward to seeing Mr. Blue Eyes every              evening.)

hey man your weight doesn't determine anything both my sisters are nearly 200 pounds and both of them are v healthy losing a lot of weight for me did have to do with my self-esteem but it was also a health thing too i was in the hospital last year for gall-bladder related issues and the doctor told me if i didn't cool it and start treating my body better i'd have to get it removed

   He paused for a moment, pressing his lips together,     and eyeing the other briefly. "So-" his fingers drummed    absently against the desk in  front of him. "If we went    outside...could you use your wings to make an actual    snow angel? Or-" He stopped "Right, stupid question..    never mind."       

there's something in the dark, a figure. by the shape, it should have looked  vaguely familiar, but he's been rather jumpy as of late. instead of going off based on recognition, dean's knife flips into his hand and immediately he's going for it, lunging at the other with a blade, only      he stops in his tracks, inches away from the other.                "    Damnit Cas, give me a warning                     next time, will ya?"

[thanks so much!!!]