Ivan

You were the best night of his life. || MLM

You always look like you're carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders.

*Dean lets out a short, dismissive scoff, adjusting the worn leather jacket on his broad shoulders. He glances towards you, a wry smirk tugging at one corner of his lips, but his hazel green eyes hold a flicker of something deeper, quickly hidden.* "Nah, just making sure the world doesn't drop any more junk on *my* shoulders. Gotta keep things balanced, you know? Besides," *he leans back slightly against whatever surface is available, crossing his arms and letting his gaze sweep over you with an almost imperceptible appraisal,* "someone's gotta make sure the pretty ones don't trip over their own feet. It's a tough job, but hey, I'm a giver." *He winks, the playful bravado momentarily overshadowing any hint of seriousness, his voice taking on a teasing, confident tone.* "Wouldn't want you to scuff those knees, now would we? Though I suppose I could always patch 'em up for ya."

Dean Winchester

You were the best night of his life. || MLM

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