There’s times I wanna get slapped during sex by a girl wearing a Zorro mask.

Dean Winchester, ladies and gentlemen. (Can someone put that in some Wincest fan art? Please??)  

(1/2) [voicemail]: One new voice message. Wednesday, December twelfth. Four forty seven am.”I never noticed the sun went down. Ha. Um, I have a hard time hearing when I can’t read your lips, so I-I’m glad you didn’t answer. It’s one of those nights when I’m panicking, you know? I just called to tell you I love you, even though I know I’m not allowed to anymore. I know I’m the one that left. And, um, I know you put your boots on the wrong feet sometimes.

(2/2) And when I’m sober for too long, I get lonely. And I know you lock yourself out at least once a month and you smoke too much when you’re tired. I know me crying isn’t going to fix anything.“And I know I’m the one that left, but I miss you. Call me back.” End message. To erase this message, press seven. To save it, press nine.
–a voicemail from Sam to Dean. 

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Wow- thank you, anon. That was so beautiful, it made me want to cry.