#notnormal--safe

Tagged by: notnormal--safe

1. My name is Morgan

2. My goal in life is to make a living off of the theatre, be it by acting, working backstage, directing, managing, anything of the sort.  

3. I love cats! My family has two at the moment, and I love them very much. I've had  my grey persian cat, Sly, since I was in the second grade. I adore him. 

4. I'm currently a college student in the United States

5. I collect masks, and might be a bit obsessed with them. 

//I’d interact :)

//ilu.

Hey these are pictures of my face

His brother was sappy at the best of times, and honestly, Dean was a sucker for it.

Sam was feelsy in a way Dean didn't allow himself to be - Sam was overemotional, and that made up for Dean's masculine getup.

They stood at the door of another motel. Dean had one hand on the knob, the other gripping the strip of a pretty heavy duffel - Sam had tugged him in at the last moment, before they could set out and get stuck in God knows what (Literally. The asshole).

Dean registered the fact that Sam's hand was on his shoulder, that it stayed even after Sam's lips left his own, even after his brother took that half step back. The action was a manifestation of reassurement, and it brought a weak smile Dean's previously bewildered-ish expression.

Dean Winchester, definition of masculinity, pecked his brother's lips in return.

      ''Love you too, Sammy. But we gotta get goin'.''