She was born on July 12, 2013
So that makes her 3 years old
I realized that I never really post pictures of her so I feel like I should start doing that, on the account that she is a huge part of my life and I don’t know what I would do without her. After all, she is the reason I decided to cut the cruelty and go vegan 🍉🍓🍎
I have been very emotional lately, as she gets older I feel our time together is fleeting. So I want to make more memories with her, and also share those memories with you 💜💙💚💛❤️💖💘
Summary: Dean wakes up with a killer hangover and very little memory of the night before. The reader fills him in.
Word Count: 1,500ish
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Warnings: crack, fluff, mentions of drunkenness and bad hangovers
Author’s Note: This was written for @death2thevirgin Cassie’s Classics Challenge. Congratulations on your followers! If you’re not following her, I definitely recommend it. My prompt was “Say "hello” to my little friend,“ and I had so much fun writing it. I hope you enjoy!
Dean knows as soon as he wakes up that he is in trouble. His
mouth tastes like something crawled in and died sometime in the last ten hours
and there is a pounding in his head that makes him want to die. The room is
pitch-black; lights off and the door closed. He fumbles for the bedside lamp
and nearly dies when he successfully turns it on. Thank Chuck that whoever put
him in bed had left a puke bucket by the bed. He hasn’t
used it yet, but it is looking like a strong possibility before he notices the
bottle of water and two painkillers beside the lamp.
He groans and makes his way into the kitchen. Sam is
blenderizing something green that was clearly never meant to be eaten for
breakfast. The noise echoes insides Dean’s head, ricochets against the inside
of his skull, and settles as a throbbing between his eyes.
“Dude, what happened last night?” Dean asks.
“You mean you don’t remember?” Sam eyes him, eyebrows
raised. He’s clearly not surprised.
Dean groans in response, letting his head fall to the table
in defeat. “No. Did I get cursed again?”
Sam grimaces as he pulls the eggs and jam from the
refrigerator. “No, just the usual hangover. But when Y/n wakes up, you might
wish you had been cursed.”