𝐃𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐲𝐧𝐚♱𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐥🍓

Fill the bag with things that resemble me

این پیامو فوروارد کنید و یه پست مشخص کنید تا من بزارم اینجا و ویو بگیرید یکم.

بیا دست شیطان بهم نرسید بازی کنیم من میگم دست شیطان بهم نرسید بعد تو میگی چرا رسید من جواب میدم چجوری؟" و بعد تو جواب میدی کامیلا روراست و بی رحمانه

Dean and Sam came back from putting down a nest of vamps, and they were so damn exhausted. When they got inside the bunker, they saw Selena sitting there wrapped in a blue blanket, reading a thick, heavy lore book. "Hey, teddy bear," Dean said. Sam smiled. "I'm gonna take a shower. Be back soon." Then he left them alone. Selena looked at Dean with a weak smile. "Hey, what's going on?" Dean said. "You look..." He dropped the duffel bags and rushed to her, dropping to his knees in front of her chair. He checked her temperature. "...sick." Dean cursed under his breath, frowning with worry, when Selena said, "I'm okay, Da—" "No, you're not," Dean cut off her words with a serious tone. He closed his eyes for a second, then opened them. "Okay... okay, look at me. First, I'm gonna make a warm, hearty dinner. Then, after we eat it with that big uncle of yours, I'll give you some pills, and they'll make you feel so much better. Then we'll watch a movie together until you fall asleep. Okay, baby girl?" Selena smiled at her dad's worry and kindness and slowly nodded. Dean smiled too and kissed her forehead. "That's my girl. I love you so much, sweetheart... so damn much...you will take care of yourself from now on, so much more. Got it?"