A/N: This is my first fanfic...I hope you guys like it! Please review so I know what you like and what to improve - constructive criticism is definitely welcome! This hasn't been beta-read either, so all mistakes are mine. I don't own Dean (oh, what I would do if I did!), Sam, or anyone else from the series - they're all Kripke's. But the narrator is my character...hope you like her! =)
- Em
I sigh wearily, ready to just fall into bed. I'm so exhausted I don't even think about showering and washing off the grime and the blood of the vamps we'd just ganked. The boys are worn out too, but Dean still throws me an adorably sleepy smile - well, one of his smirky smiles, anyways. They sat on the edges of their beds, ready to rock-paper-scissors for who was sharing their bed with me.
"Okay. Ready? 1...2...3!" Sam says. Dean lost, rock to scissors. "Seriously, Dean? ALWAYS with the scissors," Sam says. "Looks like you gotta share...again. I'd almost say you WANTED to sha-"
"Dude, chill out already!" Dean interrupted, not letting Sam finish. "Maybe I just really really suck at rock-paper-scissors," he sullenly replies, narrowing his eyes at Sam.
"Sure you do Dean, sure you do."
"Bitch," says Dean.
"Jerk," Sam instinctively responds.
"Ugh. Whatever," Dean says. "Ready to get some shut-eye?" he asks me. The corner of his mouth twitches, which I knew meant he was holding back a grin.
"Hell yeah," I sigh, keeping in a grin of my own. "But first..."
"Oh. Yeah, do your voodoo healing thing real quick," he tells me.