Status Updates From Dean and Me: A Love Story

Another morning, he came in an hour late, gave me a look that could kill, and said, “Anytime you want to call it quits, let me know.”
I tried to tease my way out of it. “But, Paul,” I said, “what would I ever do without you?”
“Fuck yourself, for starters.”

kms these men were crazyyy

Did Dean ever do anything for me?
The answer to that is a most definite yes. He might not have been a gift-giver, but for ten years he gave me the huge gift of his presence.
And there were other important perks, as well. For one thing, he protected me.
After all, that’s what a big brother does, right? Maybe part of our problem, as I got older and stronger and surer of myself, was that I needed his protection less.

And I have to admit: When I was an impressionable young man, one of the first things that fascinated me about Dean was the way he smelled (...) I began paying close attention to Dean’s postshower ritual..

YEAH BROTHER I BET. 🙄

my face when he literally stepped in front of a gun for him 🫩

one chapter in and i've already lost track of how many times he's talked about how hot dean was and how much he craved his attention and wanted him to be his brother. oh jerry...