braceourhearts:

bet the first time dean sleeps with a guy he’s like twenty-two or smth and so elated once he gets past all the nerves that he goes on a spree and sleeps with like eleven different guys in three weeks.

he doesn’t even stop to breathe, basically, just throws himself in there and flirts his way into so many cars and motels and beds and kisses until he’s dizzy and fucks and gets fucked like he’ll die without it. he tells everybody “love you” even if he doesn’t absolutely mean it in that sense, but he loves them, not the way they are with him, but just the way they are. he loves them for existing and he loves that he found them, or that they found him. 

he doesn’t even stop to think because he knows that when he does he’ll sink like a lead brick he’ll check his phone and see dad’s name and he’ll feel so thick and saturated with shame and guilt that he might never be able to move again.