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Help A Brother Out
help a brother out
whats poppin’
id like to ask y’all a favour
can you take a minute out of your day to vote for my friends baby<3? https://nfldherald.ca/contest-photo/395/ if she wins not only does she get to be the cover of a local magazine, she gets a scholarship in place if she ever wants it there are other babies with 400+ votes because their parents cheated so im taking it upon myself to try and help out my friend a little, did you know I passed 3000 followers? y’all are amazing and i appreciate all of you<3 if you want to be even more of a help, you can vote every 12 hours!
thank you!!
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(prompt: more kindergarten teacher au)
They’ve been dating for six months and two days, and Cas knows Dean is the one. He doesn’t want to wait any longer to have Dean be his on a more permanent basis so he makes a reservation at the nicest restaurant in town, the kind you need a suit and a tie for. He has to prepare weeks in advance, but it’s going to be perfect. He just knows it.
He gets there early, too nervous to hang around his apartment, and sits at their table. He orders a water and waits. And waits. And waits. Dean tends to run a little late, but after twenty minutes of no word, Cas starts to worry. Five minutes later, he’s frantically scrolling for Dean’s number.
The phone rings three times, each rattling Cas’s insides until he feels sick in the stomach. When Dean finally answers with a soft, “Hey,” Cas is far too relieved to be angry.
“Dean,” Cas says. “Thank God. I thought something happened to you.”
“Oh, no. No, no. Crap, I knew I should have called but I… well…” His voice trails off into silence.
Cas waits for a moment before prompting, “Dean?”
“I mean, I was there, but… I didn’t have a tie, Cas,” Dean says.
“I’m sure they have one you can borrow.”
“They did, and it was huge and polka-dotted and I… I looked like a clown,” Dean says.
“I don’t care what you wear,” Cas starts to say, but then the meaning of the words slowly creeps into his mind. Dean was here. Dean’s no longer here. Dean left. Dean left him.
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