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A) not sleep and wait until i and a bunch of other ppl can sort it out during the day

B) go sleep in another room therefore pissing off everyone else in the house

48. “Holy muscles.”

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Oh dang.

Please, opinions on those eyes.

“You think you’re some hot-shot now, huh?” the voice echoed around in the cavernous black that surrounded Dean. “Dad?!” he spun around frantically, trying to find the source of the voice. “Where are you?!” “Save the world a few times and you’re doing good right? Think you’re better than me. Right?!” John’s voice was filled with venom, slowly rising in volume. “Dad what are you talking about?” Dean stood still now. Frozen. “I’ve never thought I was better than! Never!” his voice shook with his heart. Tears filled his eyes. “You think you’re better than me and any other hunter out there, don’t you.” John was no longer asking. His words settling on Dean’s chest; crushing him. “Dad-” his voice broke. How? How could his father think this? “Funny” John’s voice was solid now, no longer echoing as he stood in front of Dean. “You couldn’t even save the one you love.” Dean’s eyes widen as a sunk to the ground. “I tried… I tried so hard…” “Hello Dean.” Cas’s voice sounded from behind. It had a watery texture, like he needed to clear his throat. “Cas! Cas I’m sorry!” Dean spun around to face the angel. “You stood there and watched me die Dean” Cas took a step forward. His shirt was red, shining. Colored with his own blood. His shoes made a small splash in the blood that had gathered under him. Soaking through his pants. “Cas” Deans voice broke, shook as he breathed the word. “There was nothing…” “What Dean?” Cas’s voice was harsh “Nothing you could do? You could’ve told me you loved me!” Cas kneeled in front of Dean. He lifted his chin, forcing Dean to look him in the eye. “I guess you’ll have to live without ever knowing if I loved you back.” Dean gasped and grabbed at the angel, fisting his hand in the trench coat. But Cas was gone, all that was left was the torn, bloody trench coat.

Cas walked back into their bedroom. His arm was wrapped around his waist. Every movement pulled at the stitches in his chest. He hissed through his teeth. “Dean you bastard.” next time he had to use the toilet room (there was no bath, only a shower. Why would he call it a bathroom?) he’d beat that asshole with a pillow until he helped him. “Cas!” his voice was soft, barely a whisper. But the pain it carried made Castiel’s heart hurt. He hobbled swiftly to their bed and grabbed Dean’s hand, kneeling at the side of the bed. Tears streamed down Dean’s face. His eyes were shut tight, looking painful. “Dean its okay, I’m here.” Cas ran his thumb lightly over the back of Dean’s hand. Dean squeezed his hand and let out a weak whimper. His breathing evened out as he relaxed. After a few moments, he opened his eyes. Slowly he turned to the side, curling his body as he brought Cas’s hand to his lips. “I love you.” his voice sounded tired but content. Broken but hopeful. Cas smiled softly, an action that almost felt foreign. But it felt right. “I love you too.”

Hey, you’re pretty.

No, don’t look at me

Like that- I don’t mean

It in the way that you think

I do- I don’t mean it

With predator eyes

And dictator lips.

I don’t mean it like

A scheming butcher

Waiting to make a

Profit.

Hey, you’re pretty.

I don’t preach it like

A hypocrite, saying one

Thing to one and another

To one I can’t control.

I don’t catch girls

On fishing hooks, reeling

In the catch of the day,

Waiting to pull them it,

Take them home,

Skin them,

Cook them,

And serve them on a platter

For one.

Hey, you’re pretty.

Not in the way I think

I am taught to mean,

With cheery pink lips

That taste of vodka

And a dress the length

Of my-

Self-control.

Hey, you’re pretty.

I mean it in the way

Where your skin is the

Bark of a tree, rooted

In ancestory and grown

By the world. Covered in

Soil and dirt.

But precious.

Fruit Bearer and our mother,

We owe our lives to

Your kind.

Hey, you’re pretty.

In the way that when

I look in your speckled eyes

I look past the blue and

See fractal constellations,

Atoms colliding into

Something new. The

Roaring waves of a

Bitter earth.

They say nature is

A woman.

And she is angry.

So angry.

And she sits in your

Cornea, and raises a

Glass to the patriarch

And says

Well done.

With a tilt of the head,

With dagger eyes,

She says

Good game.

I see undulating balls

Of gas. Our life givers

And infinity. Deep, deep,

Nebulas and black holes,

Threatening to swallow us

Whole.

Darkest devil black and

Swimming in the pools

Of your soul.

The soul you hide away

That I can see through

The hardwon cracks in the

Porcelain doll you present to

The world to populate it.

The cracks you gained from

Unwelcome hands,

From fire breath and whiskey

Eyes from the other side of the

Road burning a hundred

Degree heat.

The cracks presented to

You by your mother, whispering

Safeties as you're torn from

Her teat.

Cracks you won by working

Hard and struggling to the

Fountain of youth, stuck in

No-woman’s land. Where

Men stick their 1 dollar in

For each 75 cents of ours.

Where we wear callouses

Like silk and hold

Our worn hands high

With pride.

Where we hide our imperfections

In potions offered by the other

Side.

Hey, you’re pretty.

No, I don’t mean it

Like that.

Maybe if we took the word

Pretty and made it so

It was not synonymous

With validation.

If we change the meaning

So it isn’t a necessity

That’s listed higher than

Any number

Than any worth we hold.

So that we aren’t judged

By the shade of our lipsticks.

By the length our dresses.

By the size of our waists.

If we change the meaning,

Does that mean that

‘Hey, you’re pretty,’

"Honey, we can't..."

There was a slight, deep tremor in Jaehyun's voice as he lolled his head back onto the couch, his throat exposed to you. His eyes were hooded and you could see the hint of desire and restrain in them despite the fatigue after a long day's work. The sound of his hoarse yet soft pleas sent shivers down your spine and a teasing smile tugged at your lips, the excitement in you becoming almost overwhelming at his undoing.

"Why not?"

You could feel Jaehyun's breath hitch as you nip lightly on the sweet spot on his neck and feel his muscle tick as you slide your palm over the soft fabric of his button down over his pectorals. Your core was pressed up against his growing bulge, softly grinding against each other while his strong thighs unknowingly push yours wider, making you more exposed to him. His hands were gripping hard on the couch with the veins on his arm popping, like he was holding back. You were in nothing but lingerie and you had wasted no time in surprising your husband the moment he'd walked through the door.

"The kids... They might hear us."

"They're asleep. Why? Can't I enjoy some quality time with my husband?"

You leaned in, pressing your lips against his as your hands cup his face, feeling the sharpness and definition of his jaw. You could feel your core getting tighter when you felt his bulge getting bigger as the kiss between the two of you got deeper, hungrier. You didn't even notice it when his large hands began to slide up your body, one rubbing slowly at small of your back, the other reaching up to your neck as his fingers caressed you.

The two of you were panting by the time you broke apart from the kiss with a strand of saliva connecting both your lips. Even through hooded eyes, you could clearly see the conflict in your husband's brown orbs. You could see the clear fight between his lust and desire for you and his inhibitions. His usually meticulously neat hair was becoming unkempt and his muscular chest heaved with each lustful breath, stretching against the white fabric of shirt. The top buttons were undone and the exposed skin of his collarbone felt almost sinful. It was a stark contrast to how he usually appeared. Clean, tidy and organised with his starch white button down and prim necktie.

"You can but... " Jaehyun struggled with his words as he stared at you, the need for you emanating through his entire body from the way he slid his hands all over your body and the way his hips were involuntarily grinding against your pussy.

"But what?" You whispered, tracing a finger over his raging hard on and biting your lip as you detected a hint of wetness through the fabric of his pants.

You could see the exact moment where string of reason in him snapped as his eyes grew dark, darker than you'd ever seen. In an instance, he reached up and roughly tore your bra from your body, the limp lingerie destroyed and tattered in his hand. A low growl reverberated from him as he leaned down and placed his mouth over your nipple, sucking and licking as you moaned out in pleasure.

"Fuck, I hate how you always do this to me," he sighed, his voice deep and urgent.

"J-Jaehyun?"

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