A silly lil story involving our fave boys and a mischievous nail polish choice!! Dave totally knows what he’s up and John is thirsty for once. Written w my great friend @yurihands who is the sole reason I even got into JohnDave in the first place!! Bless!!
I hope you guys like it, thanks for being patient!!
“I’ve been trying to forget. I’ve been trying wipe eleven years from my brain, but it doesn’t work that way. It happened, and I can’t change that. I can’t bring her back, and I can’t alter the downward spiral that led me here. The way everything’s been…it’s not fair to you, it’s not fair to me. The only way to go from here is to just…accept it, like I should’ve done a long time ago.”
imagine having an
on-again-off-again relationship with crowley ugh im so in love with
(Hope you like it, nony!)
“Oh, come on! Will the
two of you stop making googly eyes at each other already? You’re
making me sick,” Dean sneered as he unceremoniously dropped his
gear into the trunk of the Impala.
“I thought you guys
broke up a few months ago?” Sam added in, though with significantly
less disgust than Dean displayed.
“We did…” you
mumbled by way of reply, too busy eyeing up the King of Hell as he
stood across the room, staring back at you with equal intensity.
The hunt the three of
you had just finished was successful in large part to the aid Crowley
had given, and there was something incredibly arousing about a dark
and dangerous man swooping in to save the day.
Dean grumbled, rolling his eyes and closing the trunk so fast he
nearly caught Sam’s fingers in it before he jumped back.
sauntered over, brushing by the two brothers to stand in front of
you, blocking your path to the car. You loved to play cat and mouse
with him, constantly teasing one another until someone caved and you
inevitably fell into bed.
“I do love it when you
get dirty,” Crowley mused, lifting his hand to brush away some of
the dirt from your cheek.
You leaned into his
touch before Dean smacked his hand away.
“I will end you,”
Dean threatened, though everyone there knew it was halfhearted.
Crowley continued to
stare at you, unaffected by Dean’s interruption though a wicked grin
bloomed across his face.
“Why don’t you leave
that to her? She’s rather good at finishing me.”