the bag my necklaces came in was tiny and my dad just looks at me and says “this is what they sell cocaine in on the streets” and his eyes lit up and he put some baking powder into the bag and put it on the counter and i was like what are you doing… and he was like “i’m going to tell your mom that we found this in your brother’s pocket” jesus christ
Emma. Green eyed girl. Seeking.
| dean: | hey sammy i gotta talk to you about something |
| sam: | k |
| dean: | so...so it's like this all right |
| dean: | you know how i love pie the best |
| sam: | *sigh* yes i know how you love pie the best |
| dean: | yeah, i always did. since i can remember. |
| dean: | and if anybody ever even asked me to eat cake-- |
| sam: | you'd throw a bitch fit |
| dean: | i'd politely decline, shut up sammy i'm talking |
| dean: | anyway, all my life it was pie and not cake, not ever. |
| dean: | but imagine that one day this cake came into my life |
| dean: | this really amazing cake |
| dean: | like it looks like the most delicious thing to sit on a plate |
| dean: | plucked from god's own dessert tray if you will |
| dean: | and i'm like, damn, i need to eat this cake right now |
| dean: | and it's not like i don't still love pie, right, like pie is still awesome |
| dean: | but this cake looks so good that i might never eat pie again |
| dean: | i could see myself making sweet love to this cake for the rest of my life |
| sam: | dean wat |
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| sam: | what are you even saying |
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| dean: | i might be a little bit gay for cas |