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To Sleep, Perchance to Dream ...
Jun. 21st, 2014 11:44 pmOkay, so you may by now have a suspicion that I am slightly enamoured of one certain Dean Winchester.
You know, just a bit, sort of. Sometimes.
The fact is that our beautiful boy is irresistable under any circumstances. Whether he's fighting, digging up a grave, flirting, eating, breaking our hearts with the one perfect tear, driving his baby, teasing Sammy or even standing in the corner scratching his ass, he's a vision of unparalleled loveliness that's almost painful to behold.
There is, however, one particular occasion upon which I believe he surpasses even his usual standards of ovary melting perfection.
( Dearest friends, I give you - Sleeping Dean. )
You know, just a bit, sort of. Sometimes.
The fact is that our beautiful boy is irresistable under any circumstances. Whether he's fighting, digging up a grave, flirting, eating, breaking our hearts with the one perfect tear, driving his baby, teasing Sammy or even standing in the corner scratching his ass, he's a vision of unparalleled loveliness that's almost painful to behold.
There is, however, one particular occasion upon which I believe he surpasses even his usual standards of ovary melting perfection.
( Dearest friends, I give you - Sleeping Dean. )
