you get distracted over how much dean looks like a dolllll
the progress on this case is moving awfully slow, and research at the library is boring. your eyes strain from staring at the small printed letters, and wander away from the paper in disinterest. they land on dean, very interested.
it's hard to get anything done with dean around because he's so beautiful, with his pretty dollface. his brows are pinched in concentration as he skims the article page in front of him, but his eyes are gorgeous, the prettiest shape and shade of green and his lashes are so so so long. they cast a shadow on his cheeks, dusted in light freckles you wanna smack kisses all over. and his lipsss are so perfect n pink and you just want to toss your book and rip the article out his hands and climb in his lap and smash your lips against his pretty plump lips that have been begging you to just eat him whole and—
you feels someone's foot kick the absolute shit out of your leg under the table. you whip your head to look at sam. he's looking at you, then he looks at dean, then he looks at you with a shit eating smirk. asshole. "asshole." your elbow strikes his side sharply. "ow!"
"will you kids knock it off?" now dean's looking up, clearly annoyed and distracted by your and sam's antics.
in unison, "sorry mom."
im going fucking insane hi!!!
this is giving sams bsf who’s in love with dean