Sam makes friends with girls easily. They feel like he’s almost like one of them; soft and long haired and he blushes prettily when they talk about boys – not that little Sammy has eyes for anyone but his boyfriend, of course.
The mysterious older boyfriend he tells them about: The dark blonde hair and the freckled face; He wears a leather jacket and he swears a lot, Sam dreamily tells the giggling girls in pigtails. He’s got green eyes and he’s so tall, I have to tiptoe when I kiss him.
A black Impala gleams as it rolls up in front of the school steps. Sam bites his lip, pearly whites over plump cherry red, and a boy gets out from the driver’s seat. The green gaze makes the girls go weak in their knees, and the sun licks against leather clad shoulders.
They share a filthy kiss before taking off with a roar, and around the breathless girls, teachers murmur in distress about the Winchester brothers.
A delightful commission from a delightful lady. Ballet!Jared(Sam?) for all you dance fans. Or just fans of guys in tights. With manbuns. And dimples. Enjoy! (No reposting; reblogging only, ‘kay, thanks!)
Based on an image of a ballerina in an archway in London, but we did our own thing with it. 🙂
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