thedemondeadwinchester:

She growled back and took his hand, pulling him out of the elevator towards their room. She swung the door open and almost pushed him in. She blushed. “Mine.”

        ❝Feisty tonight, are you?❞ He unbuttoned his shirt, humming and arching a brow. ❝Why don’t you prove it, that I’m yours. Show me.❞

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