Chapter Forty-Seven: Adorable

Chuck turned over in the bed and threw his arm around Becky. Well, his aim had been for Becky, but what his arm found was empty bed. He grunted slightly in disapproval, then opened his eyes to search for her. He jammed his eyes back closed and grunted again when the light of the computer met his light sensitive eyes.

"I swear," he mumbled, just loud enough for her to hear. "If you're reading fanfiction again, I'll throw this pillow at you."

"I'm not reading fanfiction," she replied, typing quickly away at the computer.

A moment later, a pillow hit her square in the face.

"Hey!" she exclaimed. "You said if I was reading it. I'm not. I'm writing it," she added.

"Close enough," he grumbled. "Come back to bed."

"How come you can stay up 'til all hours writing, but I can't?" she pouted.

"What you're writing isn't even real," he pointed out.

"That's what you said when I wrote that one scene between Dean and Castiel," she said. "And you remember how-"

"Don't remind me," Chuck interrupted. "I don't need those visuals again."

Becky let out a sigh and seemed to disappear into a trance, as though seeing the things he saw was a blessing she wished she possessed. She snapped herself out of it a moment later.

"What are you writing about?" he asked, trying to be nice. "If it's porn, I don't need to know," he added hastily.

She smiled at him mischievously.

"Eww," Chuck groaned, throwing his head into the pillow.

"Aww, don't be like that," she said, crawling back into the bed. "It wasn't porn, just harmless Sam/Gabriel cuddling."

Chuck tore his head out of the pillow and gave her a questioning look.

"Oh come on, they're adorable and you know it."

"You have a strange definition of adorable. Puppies are adorable. Kittens are adorable."

"Yes," she agreed. "Those things are adorable. But happy Winchesters is adorable too. After everything they've been through, they deserve some harmless cuddling. And sex."

"Gaaah!" Chuck groaned, having mental images find their way back into his head.

Becky kissed his cheek as she cuddled closer.

"What are the Trickster and the Sasquatch up to, anyway?" she asked.

Chuck closed his eyes and allowed their images to flood his mind.