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ameliahunter​:

Amelia reached up to scratch the back of her neck because she was still that shocked by his little comment. She digressed however, getting over it slowly but surely as she tapped around on her phone which was now just sitting on the bar in front of her. “Ya it was cool! I like totally miss it, but I super totally missed my family more.” With a head tilt, she raised both eyebrows and didn’t peel her eyes away from her phone, chuckling as she responded to some likely dirty text from a guy back in California. 

Dean could feel the braincells leaving his head at the number of totally’s said and the word like. He blinked, because he didn’t have that many braincells to begin with, because for a moment he completely confused his sister and Amelia. This is why he didn’t sleep with younger girls, but also why even if Amelia annoyed him, he still enjoyed her around and only mildly flirted. “Uh huh..” He replied slowly, “How is the family? Haven’t seen any of your sisters around.” And that was a full insult towards her twin.

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texts — dean & kota

Dakota: I'm sure there's some way you can. Thanks for the support on my big break into beauty products.

Dakota: Hoping that I'll be able to get on Vogue one day

Dean: Of course, what are friends for?

Dean: Man, they'd be crazy not to put that pretty little face on the cover

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kylessullivan​:

“I don’t want to know why – or how – you have any information on my finances. That’s fucking weird as hell, dude. What a weird fuckin’ thing to say.” He shakes his head, sighing. “I was already listenin’ to them, so you might as well keep going.”

“I’ve got my ways,” but really, it was just because Dean assumed what Kyle made based off of his own checks. “Anywho, you know I’m not the type to kiss and tell, but ya ever get a girl real stuck in your head, and no matter how many tastes ya get, that urge is never satisfied?” Dean sipped his drink, cocky smile on his lips, “Least, that’s what the guy asked me the other night and I hadn’t the slightest what to tell him.”

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mandahawthorne​:

“Your mail was delivered to my place by accident.” She wasn’t really fazed by his naked upper body, but annoyed at the inconvenience. She was exhausted and ready to go to sleep, despite it being middle of the day. 

“Huh, maybe the mailman needs some new glasses.” This was far from the first time Dean had someone else bring him a package, and he wondered if it was payback because of his amazon prime spending spree.

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lexacartwright​:

“Do most girls you talk to even know your name at all?” Lexa countered with a cocky little head tilt as her lips pressed together. “Only because it would be your absolute worst nightmare. The idea kind of gives me joy. Watching you get all uncomfortable, having to wear a shirt, I mean the list of reasons is endless here. Oh and I bet she’s got some good stories. You know what this actual sounds like a lot of fun.” She teased him. She wondered if he’d ever taken a woman home to meet his mama, probably not. It didn’t exactly seem like his style. “Careful, you’re starting to sound like you were hoping I’d show up.” It was probably just convenient for him. I mean her showing up here like a wounded animal looking to like her wounds. Clearly she had no self control, clearly no matter how many times she told herself this was the last time, she’d still find herself on his doorstep. She wondered how desperate she seemed. “Ah good we found somewhere you’ll actually wear a shirt.” It was admittedly a lot easier to focus when he was fully clothed but was she a little sad to see him clothes, okay maybe a little. She couldn’t help the pout that appeared on her lips when he handed her the helmet, it was absolutely going to mess up her hair. “You’re such a liar,” Lexa said narrowing her eyes at him as she took the helmet from him with one hand and swatting his arm with her other hand. “You can’t even help yourself.” She said with a small huff and pulling the helmet on. “Well lets go bartender before I change my mind.” Her mama would absolutely die if she saw Lexa right now, wearing a nice dress about to climb on a motorcycle

“Darlin’, I’m hard to forget.” HIs ego really shined through in that comment, but most of it was all in jest. Dean was carefree, cocky, and playful, and he’d always tell you he had a big head. The bartender visibly winced, and almost regretted the knee jerk reaction because he knew Lexa would latch onto it. “What makes you think I’d wear a shirt?” Though, realistically, he probably would. Only because being shirtless around his mom was usually just begging for her to nag him for being too skinny. Which was exactly why no girl ever met his mama. Dean chuckled and shook his head a bit, “And you didn’t pick the bar I work at because I’d be there?” Of course, he wasn’t about to dive into if he’d wanted her to come or not, that involved thinking about feelings Dean didn’t possess. He lived in the moment, a life too loud to let real thoughts cross his mind for too long. He focused on the present and not anything deeper than the surface. Things his mama hated. “Honestly, you think I believe that you don’t like me shirtless?” He teased, because Dean was under the full assumption that his bare chest was a gift and his abs were attractive. He shook his head, a small smirk on his lips. “Cross my heart, ‘sides, you look kinda cute in my helmet.” His tease was only lightly, but damn if that pout hadn’t gotten to him in all the right, or wrong, ways. Dean stepped closer, one hand lightly landing on Lexa’s hip and pulling her closer. He leaned down, using his other hand to tilt her head by the helmet just enough to make it easier for him to press his lips to hers in one of his classic quick, but spicy, kisses. “Don’t pout like that.” He probably shouldn’t give away what her pout did to him, but it wasn’t like he was still trying to convince her to go home with him. “As you wish, Princess.” And with that, he climbed onto the bike and waited for her to join before starting it.

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janethunter​:

Janet instantly rolled her eyes. Out of all the neighbors in town she couldn’t had, it was just her luck living right near Dean Matthews. “God, put on a shirt for once,” she commented, offering him the only reason that she was even near his house, “Your package came to my door.”

“Nah, too much effort.” Came Dean’s effortless reply. He was long used to people complaining about his bare chest, and still made no plans to change it. “Huh, wonder what’s up with the mail person then.” It’d been a growing problem that his things were ending up at the wrong house, and other people’s stuff was ending up at his.

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florencehaywood​:

Flo couldn’t help the eye roll as she took in his bare chest and held out the box in her hands towards him. “I was cleaning and found a few things you left at my house. I didn’t want to stare at them so I figured why not just remove the problem?” 

Dean cocked an eyebrow at Flo, mind wandering to what he could have possibly left at her place. “You sure it’s my stuff?” He half-joked, eyes glancing to the box as he held out his hands to take it. Even if he was an ass most times, he wouldn’t just make her stand there holding the box.

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strawberrykennedy​:

“Ewwwww!” Strawberry practically shrieked, spinning around to avoid seeing as much of Dean as possible. “Jesus, Mary, Joseph and the camel, don’t you have any kind of decency?!” She was directing her comments at Dean, but from an outsider’s point of view it would look as if she was just yelling from his front door.  

“I’m trying to raise money for St. Jude’s as a part of my philanthropy, but considering you can’t even seem to afford a shirt, I think I can safely move on to the next house!” 

“Strawberry Kennedy,” Dean almost groaned as a greeting, thankful for only one thing about the girl. She didn’t flirt with him, and in fact it was so much the opposite that her reaction made up every reason for his greeting. “You came to my door, in the morning.” He replied easily, voice near monotone. “I can afford a shirt!” He retorted quickly, shaking his head slightly. “You know, you never cease to amuse me, Berry Girl.” But he reached over to the side table where his wallet was, still holding some of the tip money from his night’s work before. “What’s your goal, then?”

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emmettkimball​:

“See, that’s the damn spirit. Gotta ask though– what’s this vendetta Kyle’s got with you and sharin’ a tube and not showerin’? C’mon now, I got a solid reputation to uphold.”

“Aw, he went ‘round spreadin’ that? Remind me to get him back for that.” Dean shook his head though, chuckling a small bit, “I promise not to share a tube with ya, and I’ll shower before hand. Can’t tarnish that reputation, huh”