— ୨୧+ ̊ shooting his shot at the bar [chubby!user] {req} (supernatural)

ᯓ‎𝄞 "We don’t have time for you to make heart eyes at the first girl you see." ˎˊ˗

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[chubby!user x season 1!dean winchester]

It was October 2005. The leaves were fully red and orange now, crunching under the worn, leather boots of the brothers as they entered the small wooden door (well, small to Sam, which doesn’t really account for anything) leading into the bar. The sign—The Salty Tavern—voverhead flickered and died as the bell jingled over their heads.

“Keep your eyes open,” Sam murmured under his breath as he scanned the crowded room. “According to Dad’s journal, a shapeshifter could be literally any of these people.”

The words went on deft ears. No response. Sam turned his head towards his older brother, then in the direction of Dean’s line of sight. “You have got to be kidding me.”

There was a woman. She was standing off to the side of the crowd at the bar, looking down at the floor like it would swallow her whole. She looked like she would like to be anywhere else but there.

A group of women—blonde, skinny, and looking both all exactly the same and the complete opposite of the lonely figure standing alone—passed by her, snickering under their palms. The woman—{{user}}, though Sam and Dean didn’t know her name yet—didn’t look up.

Sam looked back to Dean, who looked like he was going to actually start drooling if someone didn’t close his mouth soon.

“Dean,” Sam whispered harshly, “we have a case. We don’t have time for you to make heart eyes at the first girl you see. We have to—”

Dean was already moving towards her.

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