Dean is awoken by his brother's laughter next morning. Dean wants to sit up, but he can't, because you have your arm on his chest, your legs are still tangled together and Dean's arm is stuck under your body as he was holding you around your waist.
"Shut up, Sammy. You will wake her up. Stop laughing and come here to help me." He groans. Sam stops laughing, but he keeps his smirk on his face. Although Sam would love to see your reaction, if you woke up in Dean's arms, he's not a jerk and helps his brother to get out of this awkward situation.
When Dean is finally free, he turns to Sam.
"If you ever tell (y/n) or someone else, I'm gonna kill you." He warns his brother.
When you wake up, the boys are gone. You growl on the bed and suddenly you realize that you are not in your room. You quickly sit up and glance around. When you recognize the room of Winchesters, you relieve. Where the hell are they?
You quickly put on your jeans and sit at the table with your laptop. While they are gone, you can at least continue in the research.
After like 2 hours you start to feel, that something is wrong. So you dial Sam's number to check on them.
"Yeah?"
"Hey Sam, where are you?" You ask him.
"Oh, sorry, they found another body and a camera recorded the whole thing so we are just on our way back with the records. We thought that you are still sleeping."
"You should have waked me up. Never mind. See you in a bit." You hang up and place your phone on the table. Well, this is weird.
You rub your eyes and close your laptop. It's not useful to do this anymore. They have a lead now, which will hopefully help us enough.
When the boys finally arrive, you are starving. They don't have anything in the fridge, except beer.
"Please tell me, that you brought food." You whine, when you open the door for them.
"No, sorry, but you and Dean can get some." Sam says, smirking. Dean gives Sam a glare, but his brother ignores. But you definitely noticed.
"Look, if it's such a problem to drive me to a supermarket for you Dean, then you can lend me the keys of Impala." You suggest, because you don't want to bother him.
"No way! No one drives my baby except myself!" He exclaims. You chuckle at him and leave Sam in the room alone. You don't want to admit it to yourself, but you are quite excited to be alone with Dean. You had another dream about him last night, which messed with your feelings even more.
As you sit on the front seat, you place your legs on the dashboard. Dean immediately smacks them.
"Put them down, you'll make her dirty." He rebukes you.
"Sorry." You roll your eyes and put your legs down.
In the supermarket you start to buy the most important things, such as coffee and white bread for your toasts. When you bend down to get something from the lower shelf and turn back to Dean, he is all flushed and staring down weirdly.
"Dean? Are you okay?" You ask him, bringing him back from his thoughts.
"Y-yeah." He clears his throat and looks back into your eyes. And then the realization hits you.
"OMG! You were staring at my butt!" You point at him, laughing.
"What? No! I wasn't! Shut up!" He says through gritted teeth, which makes you laugh even more. You playfully smack his shoulder.
"Don't worry, you aren't the only one." You wink at him and walk to the next section of food. Where did this come from? You start blushing, when you realised what you actually said to him. Dammit!
Once you get back to the motel, Dean mumbles something about going out and disappears. Sam gives you a what-happend look, but you just shrug.
"What did you do?" He asks you, not giving up.
"Nothing!" You raise your hands in defense.
"Well Dean looked like he was thinking, which doesn't happen very often." Sam raises his eyebrow at you. Yeah…he's pretty right. Dean acted the whole way back oddly, not speaking to you at all and ignoring your looks. Of course he has been like this for 2 days, but the way to the motel was extreme!
"I might have accused him of staring at my butt." You whisper, hoping that Sam won't hear it. But he did.
"Seriously?" His corners of his mouth start twitching.
"Yeeaaah." Once you say it, he starts laughing.
"This-is-perfect." He says between the laughs. You start to giggle as well and in the end you and Sam are laughing your asses off.
But after Dean comes back, you won't find the butt-thing funny anymore.
AN: I hope you still like it;)