So this is just a short fic about Dean Winchester and its BoyxBoy so if you don't like then don't read. Its loosely based off the song "Malchik Gay" by tatu. Any way hope you like it
He was handsome, tender and soft. He was rough on the outside but he had a big heart. The problem was he always looked right through me and had the expression on his face that said 'No'.
"Hey Dean" I said shyly, he smiled but walked right past to his car, pretty much ignoring me. I followed him and got in the back behind his brother, Sam.
I sat in the back of the Impala thinking about my feelings for him. I couldn't deny that they were there. Still growing stronger by the day. I huffed and sunk into the seat. I saw Dean look up into the drivers mirror and glanced at me then quickly looking away. I keep telling myself that there's something there. Sometimes I believe it but most time I know I'm just dreaming.
Every time I see him I crave more, I want to pull him close and lay in his warmth but he leaves me sitting here feeling frozen.
I could be all he needs.
I can't erase what I feel for him.
I choke back tears and all the emotion that's trying to break free. I keep hope that there is still something there for me to grab a hold of and pull us together, for us to become close. I long for him to care about me the way he cares for his car or for his brother, I long for the love he willingly gives them.
Although my dream is slowly fading I still desire to be the object of his affection, his passion, his lust. But it's hopeless, I'm sure of it.
I could be all he needs.
I can't erase what I feel for him.
Why can't you be my gay boy.