gabifer

Dean sauntered his tired, beat up ass into his bedroom where he tossed his leather jacket onto the bed followed by his duffle before heading for the bathroom to clean up. Once cleaned in some comfy cloths Dean snatched up his duffle to toss to the ground catching a glimpse of his guitar in the corner, gathering dust for the last couple years as he’d not had time to play it, didn’t even know if he still could. Curiously Dean walked up to the instrument to run a hand along the neck of the guitar, feeling the strings beneath his fingers as they made slight noise at being touched making Dean smile. Carefully Dean picked up the guitar