AN: No spoilers to note. Hope you enjoy. There is no charge to review, but it is like paying the author XD
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural but every night, I wish on the lucky star that I will wake up and discover that it is.
Dean lay on the couch in Bobby Singer's house, resting after a particularly tiring hunt. He had his eyes covered by his arm and his legs stretched over the end of the cushions.
He shifted, peering over at the other man in the room. "Hey Bobby?'
Bobby glanced over at Dean from where he was sitting at his desk, studying some old text about demons. "Yeah, Dean?'
"Could you get me a beer?"
Bobby's eyes narrowed. "What do I look like, a waitress? Get your own damn drink."
"But-"
Bobby glared at him. "This is my house, sonny. If you think I'm gonna put an apron on and clean up for you and fetch you drinks, you've got another thing coming."
Dean blinked. He slowly sat up. "Okay… fine. I just wondered."
"Yeah, well wonder somewhere else."
Dean grabbed his drink from the refrigerator, but when he sat back down, it was not as enjoyable as he had hoped.
Maybe it had something to do with the piercing blue eyes staring over at him…