A/N: So, technically, I have no clue as to how long I want this story. But it won't be long. Don't worry though, I will try to build up enough to keep you reeled in. Oh and this chapter might not be too good, but that's just me…it's just I was up late, and it's 4:09a.m. now, and I finished it a few minutes ago…tiredness can screw things up. Soooo if it sucks. Let me know in review. Be as harsh as you need, but please…make it constructive criticism.
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I hate mornings. Mainly because, when it's morning you know that the night is over and that the rays of the sun smothered the fun that had occurred. Then again, sometimes they could be very rewarding, like for instance, the smell of coffee and the sounds of television and keys on the keyboard colliding.
Opening my eyes, I began to scan the room around me. There was Sam on his laptop, typing away on it looking for a new hunt. But when I turned to look at the space on the other bed where I figured Dean would be watching the tube, he wasn't there.
"Sam…where'd Dean go?" I croaked. Never could I imagine that I could be mistaken for a toad at that moment because of how my voice sounded just then.
"Kitchen," Sam replied, not tearing his eyes away from the screen.
Groggy, I stood up and headed towards the given location in the motel room, and when I entered, my eyes went wide and the image before me made me think it was a dream.
"Dean?" I asked, watching as he took the spatula and began flipping pancakes and rearranging some eggs, bacon, and sausage.
"Yeah?" he said, turning his head a bit to know who it was that called his name, "Oh hey Adie. Nice Pajama's." Being tired really kind of warranted awareness at some point, and finding out that you were in your light blue cartoon bra, and same color panties, it made you want to run and hide.
"I'm going to go change," I said, starting to back up and go the other direction, stopping when I realized that Sam was that way. But would he really know? His eyes are always glued to that device of his.
"No stay that way Adie. It looks fitting. Plus, I've seen worse. And that definitely isn't worse," Dean commented. I moved forward and sat down at the table, eyes following him as he worked to make breakfast. Wow, he cooked, hunted, and was able to be a damn awesome friend all at the same time. One word, 'Talented.'
"Then what is it?" I asked, motioning to my body. Dean loaded three plates of food and carried them skillfully to the kitchen table before sitting down.
"All I am saying is that if you appeared on a hunt wearing that, it'd be like getting two in one. A horror film, plus a--," Dean spoke.
"Don't you dare say it Dean. Not something you say to a friend," I interrupted.
"Come on, you liked it," Dean encouraged, picking up the fork and stabbing at his uncut pancake and stuffing it into his mouth.
I gave a look of disgust at the way he just devoured that huge thing in seconds and it was overflowing enough that I was afraid it would come out any second.
"Cut first Dean, then eat," I said, also digging into my own food. Slowly, Sam entered the kitchen and took his seat, not even noticing my current appearance until, he managed to glance up and say good morning.
"Adie…" Sam stuttered, mouth agape and I could've sworn he was almost drooling. Men…can't live with them and yet again, can't live with out them. I don't know what these boys would do if I weren't around.
"Better close your mouth Sam or spiders will nest in there," I commented, taking a sip of my coffee. He quickly snapped it shut and turned his eyes to the breakfast before him, suddenly to appear to take boring interest in it.
"Mind telling me why you are…" Sam started but stopped.
"Actually Sam, I've decided that close to being au natural is the way to go. Nothing seems to scream anything to me anymore in the department stores, let alone my duffel. What do you think?! Seriously, I have no clue why I am dressed this way," I replied, cutting into the pancake and moving it to my mouth to eat.
Dean grinned to himself at a memory of last night playing around in his head; the answer as to why his friend was in this way.
"Adie, you should really think again about having chunky monkey wars. The stuff can get real sticky and messy," Dean commented. My head shot up so then I could glare at him while he continued to grin wickedly.
"That is confidential. Plus! I don't see you only in your boxers and you got more on your clothes than I did," I retorted.
"But you aren't aware of things when tired like I am. It's a born gift; I guess you just don't have it. Too bad you aren't a Winchester babe."
I stabbed my fork into the last pancake I had and flung it at him with all my might. A satisfied smile crossed my face as it hit its mark on his face, sliding down and leaving a trail of syrup. Sam burst out into laughter at the sight. His brother glaring and stunned at the same time, covered in the sticky substance.
The pancake fell to the elder's plate with a sickening plop and that was my cue to make a run for it. So I immediately rushed out of my seat, around the corner, Dean hot on my heels, and just as I was about to make it into the safety of the bathroom, I was tackled. Turned onto my back to be straddled by Dean, his hands pinned mine to the ground and his legs somehow found a way to hold my own still.
Now, being in the state I was, it was kind of hard to be all there and together. What would you honestly do if Dean freaking Winchester were doing the same thing to you? However, it wasn't that simple for me. Dean leaned in closer, the green orbs staring hard into my brown ones.
"Adie…" his voice coming out husky, and domineering. My heart stopped…okay, so it was beating really fast, but my breathing had hitched, leaving the hunter above me to grin.
"Don't call me babe," I attempted at sounding confident and normal. But, he was bound to see right through, and then when he stood up, releasing his grip on me, I swore I saw him checking me out. I can't believe him! Taking any opportunity to catch a girl in their personal items, when being a friend, and checking them out wasn't in the friend description. Then again, neither was falling for the best friend.
He didn't like me in that way though. He wanted other girls, ones who were more experienced, and that he could have one night have fun with and leave town the next day. Not have the girl dragging along on every single hunt, helping out, fighting, handling weapons, and burying her nose in the books. I was your regular bookworm of a hunter. It paid to have this job at times…I mean, when Dean checked a girl out, it was mainly because of the body.
Maybe he was just appreciating that. That has to be it. Cause seriously, if he did like me also, what would happen to us then? Would we still be friends? Would I just be another one of those girls? A Wednesday night regular, or some other weekday…I need to stop this. Thinking about the 'what ifs' and the 'maybes' only got some people far.
Dean and I are just friends. Yet, I can't hide my feelings for him. I have to let him know…just…not soon. In the future, yes, far, far in the future.
I snapped back into reality, finding him holding out his hand to help me up, so I took the gesture and was on my feet in a flash.
"Let's go get you cleaned," I said, remaining my grip on the offered body part, and pulled towards the bathroom.
"Is that a suggestion for something more Adie?" Dean grinned sarcastically, raising an eyebrow.
"You know, there is a fine line between sex, and just a regular good deed? I find it amazing how you can keep them separated, and never join them together. That's why we are friends Dean," I replied, holding the same amount of sarcasm.
"Yeah, yeah. But half naked friends don't help not naked friends get clean either. That opens up a whole new portal across that fine line of which you speak."
Then again…maybe…just maybe…I could be wrong.
Author End Note:
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