Ginge will be blogsitting off and on for a bit to help keep my queue running! All her posts will be tagged "gingeftw" or "gingequeue".
Reading: Good Omens
Forcing myself to do art every day if I can. Got new brushes so I decided to experiment today.
This is for a girl after Dean’s own heart! Kenzie! 😘😄 🎀 Hope you like it! 🎀
IMAGINE : Sitting in the back of the Impala you looked down at your shoes a blush creeping to your cheeks. Dean Winchester had kissed you. You’d been at the end of a very tiresome hunt and had helped Dean out of the building, being that his leg got a little banged up. Standing in front of him in that moment, his physic looking even better leaning against the sleek black car, you neve would have guessed he’d had feelings for you.
“Kenz he said, I have to get something off my chest .” Your heart beat a little faster at his use of your nickname.
“What is it Dean? “You ask, becoming nervous.
“I love you.” His voice is deep and strong, full of truth and joy.
His green eyes stare at you, waiting for some sign of anything.
Smiling like an idiot you jump into his arms, forgetting about his injury. He catches you, wrapping you up in his strong embrace, stroking his hands up and down your back.
“I love you Dean .”
You whisper into his ear. You run your fingers through his hair as he leans in and presses his lips to yours in a soft yet firm kiss. Recalling this memory makes you blush again and look up, to meet Dean’s eyes, staring at you in the rear view mirror. He smiles and winks and you smile back, blowing him an air kiss. Sam looks out the window, pretending not to notice your blatant flirting with his brother. Arriving at the bunker Dean kills the Impala’s engine and steps out. Sam gets out and heads inside. Dean opens your door and holds out a hand. You take it and feel him tighten his grip and stroke his thumb over your knuckles. That’s night was filled with you making dinner with your music blasting and dancing with Dean to the slower songs. The night ended with you sitting in Dean’s lap as Doctor Who played on the TV. Running his fingers through your hair, Dean brings your mouth down on his again.
“You have no idea how much you mean to me Kenz, I don’t want to loose you.”
His voice is soft and full of love and touched with a hint of worry.
Stroking your fingers lightly over his jaw you reply
“You won’t have to loose me Dean, we’re in this together remember?”
He nods and brings your lips back to his. You fall asleep in his arms, strong and protecting. You were safe and sound and Dean didn’t have to be afraid, as long as you were there.
Unpublished Harper’s Bazaar China Jensen photoshoots
All the ones that you haven’t seen. And if you have then who the hell cares …look again…at your own risk.*swoon*