Gifts for xaandria
They’re sitting in a booth in a diner, just him and Sam, when he feels it.
It’s like the brush of a feather across his ribs; it’s gentle and soft and really fucking ticklish. He squirms away from it, trying to figure out what the hell he got stuck in his shirt, but nothing gives him any relief.
Dean wants to have a barbecue. And there's softball.
- Part 9 of 30 Day OTP Challenge