Authors Note: This is so cute! It's a way to make Dean uncomfortable but it's also kind of Fluff chapter! Yay! 2 in 1! Also, a big shout out to Girl in a Bow Tie for thinking of this one's Plot! And a thanks to Graymk9652 for the previous chapter's plot!
Me: I own nothing!
Lawyer: Good, just remember to keep saying that.
'Guys,' Charlie said far to happily, 'this is Althea, All for short, my girlfriend. She'll be staying with us at the bunker for a while, that cool?' Sam gave her a small smiled, 'sure. Nice to meet you Althea.' Dean grunted slightly, 'yeah, a hot blond in the Bunker? No problem with me.' Charlie smiled, I was hard to deny that Althea wasn't hot. She was tall and curvy, with long, straight dyed-blond hair, the colour of marigolds, and startling blue eyes. Althea only blushed, 'uh, thanks, but I love Charlie.' Dean chuckled, 'don't worry. Charlie can keep you. I'm not interested.' The blond arched a single eyebrow, 'I had you pegged as a womanizer, and as straight. But are you homosexual or something?' Dean gaped at her, and Sam laughed, 'or something.' The older hunter shot Sam a glare, 'I'm neither of them, Althea. I'm as straight as your hair.' Charlie snickered and Dean cast her a look. 'What's so funny?' The red head looked innocently away, 'oh well, you see, Althea straightens her hair, it's actually naturally wavy.' Dean just turned and walked away from the other trying to ignore their laugh, muttering something along the lines of 'fuck them all.'
It was midnight when Dean heard the first thump. He blinked slightly, looking up from his file on a murder on a girl. He knew Charlie and Althea where in the room opposite to him but they couldn't be- another thud and then a giggle. 'Shh… you might wake Dean,' it was Charlie, Althea laughed, low and smooth, and Dean leaned towards the wall as she spoke. 'It'll be fine Charlie, from what I've gathered on what you've said, he's a forgiving person, so he shouldn't mind to much.' Dean felt his face grow red, god, they weren't going to do it with him right next door were they? A third thud sounded and Dean grabbed his file, pillow and blanket and was gone. It was getting far too uncomfortable for him to stay. Maybe he could call Cas to help him read the files.
Needless to say when Althea, Charlie, and Sam stumbled out of their room's the next morning, only to find Dean fast asleep on the couch head in Castiel's lap, pillow long discarded, they grinned. The Angel was smiling down at Dean as he carded his fingers through the sleeping hunter's hair, oblivious to the others around him. Althea turned to Charlie, and Sam. 'Yeah,' the blond drawled, 'or something.'
