Stakeouts were a regular occurrence in Alice's life. From simple five minute reconnaissance trips, to tailing, to all-nighters, Alice had done it all. This particular stake out was to ensure that a suspected werewolf didn't give them the slip. Routine enough, and boring as all hell. Coffee was your best friend on this kind of job, and Alice had plenty of it. Or, she would have, if Dean hadn't drunk most of it within ten minutes of nightfall.
"The rest is for me," Alice said, clutching the remaining thermos protectively.
"You're gonna drink eight cups of coffee?" Dean asked dubiously.
"Over ten hours?" Alice shot back. "You're gonna have to go get me more when I run out."
"You've got a problem," Dean said, settling into his seat. "Is that a shifter thing, or..."
"I never kept track of my coffee consumption," she said defensively. "Besides, you just drank almost eight cups in two minutes!"
"It's been like, an hour we've been sitting here," Dean protested.
"Because that makes it normal," Alice scoffed. "You know, you're gonna blow our cover for sure now."
"How?" Dean demanded.
"You're gonna be getting out of the car every five minutes to pee," Alice said, rolling her eyes.
"Am not. I can be a camel," Dean grumbled.
"Is it even physically possible to drink that much of anything that quickly?" Alice continued, now ignoring Dean. "Especially caffeine. I bet you're gonna have a heart attack any minute now. Then you know what I'm gonna do? I'm gonna laugh at you."
"No you won't," Dean said, feigning hurt. "You'd be heart-broken."
Alice snorted in response.
If Dean's coffee guzzling had left Alice nonplussed, it was nothing compared to what came next.
Three hours after nightfall, Dean passed out.
Alice didn't notice until he started snoring softly. She frowned, and leaned forward to examine him. Sure enough, he was out cold. She considered poking him to make sure he was still alive, but she could plainly see that he was breathing. She almost woke him up anyway, to scold him for passing out on a stake out.
Strangely enough though, Alice found that she actually wasn't mad at him for falling asleep.
She studied him, and realized he looked more at rest than she'd ever seen him. His features were completely relaxed, his lips parted slightly and his head slumped to the side.
Despite herself, Alice couldn't help but think he looked rather cute. She felt like she ought to be angry with him. After all, he was leaving her to keep the vigil on her own. One more look at Dean's peaceful countenance, however, and Alice gave up on the practicalities of the situation. She watched him breathing softly for a few more minutes, before snorting and settling back into her own seat.
"Who the hell passes out after they drink eight cups of coffee," Alice muttered under her breath.
