I Think I’m Gunna Renovate My Masterlist Cuz She Is Not Pretty And I Want Different Lists For Dean

angels are watching over you or something

he looks so yummy … why isn't he real ⁉️

sooo i'm watching Big Sky for the first time, on 1x3 and i was not expecting dude to be a trafficker?? that really shocked me. and for the park ranger to shoot that ex-cop?? tf!! and tell me WHY JENSEN HASNT SHOWN UP YET. i thought he was gunna be here from day one smh

Can you do a drabble for Number 67?

absolutely anything 4 u and them. esp bc i have NOT FORGOTTEN ABOUT IT. I SWEAR. am just locking tf in to wrap up s1 before i start posting them again <3 i forgot this was in my drafts bc i thought it was buried in my inbox bc im a lil idiot ok. so sorry </3 pls take this as forgiveness.

this is also something canon that will happen eventually down the line, so u are all basically getting exclusive content rn hehehe.

the stanford cheer squad were incredible people, hosting a car wash to fundraise for the education of less fortunate children. you were incredible, and you knew it, having been the one to bring up the idea to the team captain yourself.

it was something you were passionate about, considering how hard you were working for your nursing degree, and how much of your own childhood was spent wishing for the same opportunities that the other kids got. that wish grew into a dream — pediatric nursing.

expectedly, the turnout was insane. people were so passionate about education for the youth of today. they were so passionate that they'd bring their freshly washed car back again into the open parking lot the team hosted it in.

hey, whatever you had to do, right? the money was racking in, and the pipe dream to help kids like you get more of a chance to get where you were without needing to sacrifice as much as you did was becoming a reality.

pour some sugar on me plays on the stereo propped on a foldout chair in the back. you were one of the sign girls, drawing the cars in from the campus streets and handling the cash intake.

adeline was on the other side of the tall sign. it was nice to have your sorority big sister cheering, too. you weren't yet close with a lot of the other girls, so having someone you knew you liked and that liked you made times like this, when the girls paired off to the assigned tasks, feel a lot less intimidating.

"lots of honks," she says idly, letting her arms and the sign fall in front of her, "but not a lot of people comin' in anymore."

you hum, pointing out a fancy black car a couple of miles away, just pulling into the parking lot. "they look like they'd be into a car wash."

adeline's eyes narrow in on where you're pointing, a little huff of laughter bubbling out of her mouth. "oh, the cardinal's two golden boys? sure."

surely that wasn't dean and taylor. adeline had an easier view, closer to the road they were driving on than you were by only a few feet, but you'd be able to recognize dean anywhere. surely that wasn't him, and his roommate, and that couldn't have been his car.

you watch it roll in — just in time to see the car jerk to the right in the direction of the car wash.

adeline's laugh brightens. "god, it is! of course they're comin' in." she turns over to you, eyebrows raised up. "you and dean are always in each other's orbit."

your face goes a little pink, and you let your arms fall now too to properly shoot her a glare. "shut up." you didn't even like dean like that. yeah, he was the first proper friend you'd made, if you didn't count the other two cheer girls you'd met during sorority rush. that didn't mean anything like what adeline implied. in fact, you'd tell her that. "taylor's prettier, anyways. don't you think?"

"taylor king is a pig." she rolls her eyes, a fond smile curling at the corner of her lips that gives way any irritation. "he's makin' his way through the cheer roster. don't let him put a cherry red notch in his belt."

the car slows to a stop outside of the giant makeshift sign entrance of the car wash. the driver's side window rolls down, and sure enough, you're met with dean winchester's pretty green eyes. "is it fifteen per car or per person?"

that was your proof that you and dean were not orbiting each other. no hello, no nice to see you; he was straight to the point around his friends. you just didn't seem to make the cut. "per car." you slip the sign between your knees, hand extended for the cash taylor was blatantly swinging in your direction. "though i could make it per person for you guys. because you're football."

"harsh," taylor interjects from the passenger seat, giving up on reaching across dean and tossing the loose bills. "oh no... now you have to bend down and pick them—" he's cut off by an elbow straight to the ribcage.

"ignore him." dean picks up the bills in his lap, handing them out to you. "i was askin' just so i could make him pay for me, too. he tried to kill us gettin' over here once he saw the sign."

taylor's face scrunches up in befuddlement, slapping dean over the forehead. "yeah i did. boobs, dean. fuckin' tits." he catches the elbow dean tries to reem him with again. "hell no was i letting this chance pass me by."

dean, to his credit, looks a little sheepish about all of this. you, to your credit, were very good at ignoring it. he was getting picked on enough, and you didn't want any excuse to start thinking that dean liked you enough to care about what you thought about him.

"drive on through," you say, bypassing dean's gaze to hold taylor's stare as you shove the wad of cash in your cropped white stanford tee. you expect it to break taylor's act, but all he does is break into a wolfish smile. taylor king may have been a pig, but he was so pretty.

dean inches forward, forcing the eye contact between the both of you to break. finally, a reprieve from the intensity that was the lineman and the quarterback's attention all at once.

short-lived relief, because taylor's ass is planted on the rolled down window on his door's frame, his head and shoulders visible above the top of the car. "how much for you to wash the car?" he shouts to you, his grin nearly ear to ear now.

you shake your head, laughing, your hands held up in surrender. "you offering to donate more?"

"babygirl, i'd donate a kidney for this."

adeline's eyes meet yours from her place at the edge of the ovehead sign. the whole point of the dynamic between big and little was that she was supposed to guide you. she'd done great so far, making the transition so much easier than it could have been.

you didn't want to be another notch on taylor's belt. you also didn't really want to test the line that existed between you and dean. but there were greater things than flimsy college relationships. a little extra money toward something more meaningful had its sacrifices, and you were more than willing to make them.

"fifty bucks and i'll wash this car all by myself," you finally answer, handing off your sign to kristen as you saunter up to the rest of the girls. kristen's protests are lost to you, and die off anyways when she realizes that neither of the boys in the newest car to join the lot of soapy ones are looking at her. they're looking at you. "extra soapy."

taylor visibly begins to fumble around in his varsity jacket pockets, but you're only paying attention to him in your peripheral vision. your eyes are back on dean, his expression unreadable.

"you're trouble," he mouths, shaking his head, the little dimples in his cheeks giving way to his amusement.

maybe he did care what you think. and maybe you cared what he thought, too. that's why you couldn't help but give into this, and also why you couldn't keep giving in after this. there had to be a line. there had to be something stable, or else everything would shatter.

you take the cash from taylor as you circle around dean's car and up to the speaker. you grab the ipod connected to it, flipping through the saved songs until you land on cherry pie by warrant.

it was hard to see if the line in the sand between you and dean was broken or crossed through the soapy water all over the windows and the windshield. it wasn't hard, though, to figure out which pair of eyes watched you the hardest through the haze of the glass.

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notes. cherry pov <3 hope u guys enjoyed PLS i missed the stanford!dean universe SOOOOO SOO SOOOO BADLY.

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if you think dean winchester DOESN'T eat pussy then you need to see a therapist

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I love you DVDs, I love you VHS Tapes, I love you Cassettes, I love you Records, I love you CDs, I love you Books, I love you Journals

do you ever look at a man and think i need you in the most disgusting, vile, pathetic, animalistic, disturbing, vulgar and morally questionable way possible

I lied, I’m in too much pain from my surgery rip to the idea that I’d have a fic out

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