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Hoodie-Time challenge piece for the prompt: Feverish!Dean. Anything where he’s visibly feverish, with pink-apple cheeks and bed-head and pretty, glassy eyes, looking kind of out of it. And maybe Sam’s hand is on his forehead, or Sam is looking worried while checking the thermometer he just took out of Dean’s mouth.

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(Source: maichan808, via winchestertopia)

Anonymous asked: *huffs indignantly, mock-offended* you can never resist me and you know it.

*Sticks just the tip of her tongue out between her teeth.* Hush, you~.

Anonymous asked: *grins through a mouthful of pie when he sees the bottle of whiskey, winking at you* i see, you're buttering me up and tryin' to get me drunk so you can take advantage of this fine ass *says thickly through his mouthful*

*Her brows raise and she watches you for a moment, amusement in her gaze.* Because you’re being so completely irresistible right now, mm? *She grins, getting two glasses to pour the whiskey into.*

Anonymous asked: *eyes light up, grabbing the tin with every intention of doing just that*

*She laughs softly, shaking her head as she slides off of the counter to go get the new bottle of Whiskey she’d gotten for today.*

Anonymous asked: more? *asks with a shiteating grin, holding his plate out*

… Would you just like to eat straight from the pie tin? *She says, mostly teasing you with a crooked grin.*

Anonymous asked: *tucks into the pie with a groan of appreciation, his slice gone in under a minute* this is amazing, kels.

*She grins, setting her plate down.* Thanks. S’my mom’s recipe.

Anonymous asked: *grins as he kisses you back, his arm going around your waist before he starts off for the kitchen again, staying closer than usual*

*Once in the kitchen she moves to get the pie, cutting you a fairly large slice and one for herself. She pushes herself up onto the counter again, crossing one leg under the other as she dug into her pie.*