“BURNING BTS!” - v looking at hobi moodboard: define: 1. no·chill - tae while looking at hobi. 2. salt·y - tae when he wasn’t noticed by hobi. 3.de·ter·mined -tae when trying to get hobi to notice him.
Summary: Cursed as a child, you have lived your entire life invisible and alone. When deaths start happening in your town, the Winchesters come rolling in to investigate. What will happen when Dean is the first one who has been able to see you since you were a kid? Will Sam believe that you’re real? Will Dean believe you when you tell him you haven’t killed anyone? And why, after all of this time, is Dean Winchester the only one who can see you?
Liam is the best dancer out of all of the boys, I have always said this. I know he tries to go all pretending like he cannot dance but boy’s got moves, haven’t y’all been observing him during the concerts and performances? He’s got a natural rhythm in his body and the fact that we might possibly be getting Liam exhibiting some of the moves has me either sweating or crying or both, I honestly don’t even know at this point
Sam wouldn’t sit still all day, for hours, squirming around on the creaky old library chairs. Dean watched him, couldn’t help but peek over the newspaper he was reading about some guy dying back in the early 1900’s. He couldn’t help but watch Sam’s breath pick up when his ass hit the corner of the chair, eyes closing. And Dean knew exactly why, and that’s just why he couldn’t keep his eyes off of him.
Just thirty minutes after they came home from the vic’s home the night before, Dean returned from getting food and walked in on Sam fingering himself. Right in the open, right on their bed they were sharing (one bed motel room ordered by Dean on ‘accident’). No doubt, he was thinking about his brother, moaning his name as quiet as he possibly could but, it was there. So Dean just walked back out, slowly closing the motel door, acting as if nothing had happened.
After hour three of drowning in outdated newspapers, Sam began to sweat, dampening his bangs. Dean couldn’t take it anymore. Couldn’t handle seeing his little brother gasp and moan every time he sat down on the hard wood.
“Go on into the bathroom and take the plug out already, Sam. Jesus.” He breathed, leaning over the table. He watched Sam’s face flush, red heat traveling all the way down his chest. “Swear, I’ll be in. Just a minute, baby boy.” Sam got up, moving quicker than he had all evening. They weren’t going to get anything done.