“Are you a witch, cuz you’re smokin’!”
“Vote me guilty for my love for you.”
“Are you a Serial Killer? Cuz you stole my heart!”
“Not even a Disguiser could replicate my love for you!”
“Are you an Arsonist? Cuz you light up my world!”
“I’m an Investigator, and need to do a thorough search.”
“If I was an Amnesiac, I’d make sure to remember you.”
“I revealed myself as Mayor… Now that’s 3 to 1 on if we should date. Where do you want to go?”
“Hypothetical situation: Your boyfriend and I were transported while you were going at it.”
“Like the Vigilante, I’d die for you.”
“I wouldn’t go on alert just in case I could see your face at night.”
“You must be the Medium, because you’ll always be my target.”
“You know… The Medium’s Curse can be lifted by a true love’s kiss!”
“My love for you is stronger than my hate for the Framer.”
Kelly(hutchhasahardon) asked me to write her something, so here it is. I had a lot of fun writing this. Hope you enjoy it love!
Thank you Danielle(bigdhutch), for the quick look over. You’re the best!
Oh yeah and Go Broncos!
Peals of laughter filled the half empty bar, drawing attention to the corner bar table that was surrounded by a group of twenty something women. They were all dressed to the nines, which was not necessary for here, but it was the after party type of place for them. It was small, dark, and full of old blue collar guys, which was a perfect place to be incognito for one, Josh Hutcherson.
BRILICIOUSLY BRINEVOLENT BRI: give me top 5 pickup lines dean would try on cas pleeeeeease! also congrats on 800 mama bear❤
No but, Zoe, you don’t understand HOW MUCH THIS IS MY JAM.
Like, suave, lady’s man Dean, sophisticated flirtation machine Dean, is so confident when he decides to go for gold, to go and flirt Cas into a late night cuddle between the sheets (that’s what Dean’ll tell him anyway).
He rehearses under his breath on his way to the bunker’s library.
“I may not be Fred Flinstone, but I can make your Bed Rock.”
“You must be Jamaican, because JAMAICAN ME CRAZY.”
“You look great and all, but you know what’d look real good on you? Me.”
“If you were a chicken, you’d be impeccable.”
But, as soon as he rounds the corner, sees the angel out of his usual trench coat and suit jacket, white sleeves rolled up to his elbows, those tanned forearms… safe to say his brain short-circuits.
Shit. Think Dean, think.
“You… Jamaic… Flinsto…”
“I beg your pardon?”
I wanna put my thingy in your thingy? his brain offers lamely.
“Dean, are you okay?”
“You like food, Cas?” Dean winces as soon as the words leave his mouth, “Do you… maybe… want to eat food… together? Like… in the same room… sometime?” Fuck.
“Dean, you know I do not require sustenance; food tastes only of the molecules that make-”
Dean throws his hands up in frustration “Forget it!”