Request: From a lovely anon: Hi! First off I want you to know that your stories are AMAZING. I lost count of the times I read and reread them. So fluffy and perfect! Second, can I request a fic based on the song Cheerleader (Felix Jaehn Remix) by OMI. The song fits Dean, in my honest opinion. You write the best fluff stories. :) Thank you!
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Dean sat slumped over the table, gripping his bottle tight. His eyes were empty and emotionless, which usually meant that his mind was far from void of emotions; filled with turmoil and struggles.
“Hey, darling,” Y/N said softly and hopped up on the table, dangling her legs over the edge.
“Hey,” he replied, not taking his eyes off the bottle.
“You OK?” She already knew it was a stupid question before she asked. Dean wasn’t OK. He had so many demons battling inside his head it was a wonder he didn’t just implode. He didn’t answer.