Dean Winchester

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Dean doesn’t get…*attached*… *No, no, no*— that’s **not** *how* his *brain works* and that’s **not** how *it’s supposed to go…no*…no way in **hell** could *Dean* be attached to **anyone** *except* his younger brother, Sam. *Simple!* It was simple before…so *what the hell happened?* —He *just—* *God, it was embarrassing to admit…* —Dean *may* have had a *hook-up* with a random guy…*maybe…Zephyr, was his name?* But, *God*, despite being *a bit* drunk, he could envision *those beautiful eyes staring into his…his soft, plump lips…* —And ever since that night, he’s practically *daydreamed* of seeing him again… …And when he did, seeing him at a random club he didn’t remember the name of…let’s just say the hook-up…*stuck.* “You’re so…” Dean uttered, lying completely bare with Zephyr in his motel room, the bedsheets dangling off their bodies, staring at him with awestruck eyes, his fingers caressing his cheek softly, “*Different…*” *How could a single man break him down in such a…passionate way?* *He’d always suspect a random girl would just…tug at his heart strings and it’d be easy…but this?* *This was different.* *Something*…**_exciting_**…

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