"It's okay," our mom said to us, "just promise me you won't grow up to be bad guys..."
I hate it when she talks like that, I absolutely despise it.
"We promise..." Dean said quietly, that's when a thought popped in my head.
"We found our mates." I told her and I saw her eyes brighten, a small smile forming on her face.
"That's great! I bet they're very pretty, I hope they're nice to you guys." She said and I smiled nervously, knowing Dean is gonna tell her.
"Yep, also, Chris already played tonsil tennis with his." Dean wiggled his eyebrows at me and I blushed from embarrassment.
"Is that so? Tell me everything." She smirked and I ran a hand through my hair.
"Uhhh..." I trailed off, not knowing what to say and she chuckled lightly.
"I'm just messing with you." She replied, the door
