You sit in the library doing research for a case. Research that Dean is supposed to be helping with. But, big surprise, he is just wasting time. For some reason, the WiFi went out a while ago. Sam is trying to fix it, so you are stuck with good old fashion books for now. You open another book. It has to be the fifth one, while Dean still hasn't touched one. As you read, you know he's staring at you. You can feel his eyes burning holes in the top of your head.

"What?" You pick up your head, seeing you were right.

"How'd you know I was looking at you?"

"I know you, and I was getting the weird feeling one gets when someone is staring at you. So, what?"

"You know, you are adorable with your glasses on."

"Really?" all you can do is sigh. "why don't you show me how adorable you can be reading a book?"

"You think I'm cute when I read?"

"I wouldn't know. I've never seen it. So why don't you do it now so I can find out?"

"Wait a minute! You're just trying to get me to do work!"

"Oh man, you caught me." Your voice dripping with sarcasm.

You turn your attention back to the book. Even though you know, that was not the end of Dean's distractions.

"How come when you do research, you use pen and paper instead of typing it, even when you are using the internet?"

"Why do you never help with the research?"

You reply a little more angrily than you meant to.

"No, I'm serious. I feel like that's making more work for yourself."

You think for a second.

"It's a couple of reasons, I guess. I've never been that good or fast at typing. Plus, back in college, I figured out that writing stuff down helped with my information retention. So to study, I would rewrite all my notes. It was tedious and sometimes painful, but worth it cause it really helped."

"I never thought of that. I guess that's why you're so good at learning about new things. That's actually pretty cool. So once you write it, you know it forever?"

"Well, I usually have to read it over once or twice, but I guess so."

"Sometimes I forget how smart you are...It's kinda hot."

You feel his foot is slithering its way up your leg. You kick him away.

"Dear Chuck! Dean, now is not the time for you to be flirting with me!"

"It's always time for me to be flirting with you."

"Not when I have an ass-ton of lore to look into and no one helping me."

"Oh please, like I'm supposed to believe that you're actually mad at me? That's adorable."

Just when you're about to get really mad, Sam finally comes back.

"Sam, I am so happy you are back! Is the WiFi fixed?"

"The router is rebooting now, so it should be up in a couple minutes."

"Halleluja! There is so much research to do, and your brother is being less than helpless."

"This has been my life for the past, I don't even know how many years anymore. Give me a sec to get my laptop, and I'll come to help you."

"Thank you!" You reply with a sigh of relief.

"WOW. You just threw me straight under the bus."

"Hey, at least I didn't tell him how you were trying to distract me."

He sits there pouting but perks up a little when Sam comes back with beers for the three of you. You're about to open yours when Dean grabs it first.

"Should you really be drinking, ya know, since you have all this research to go through?"

"First of all, when has that ever stopped any of us from drinking? Second of all," you grab the beer back from him, "if you try to take my beer again, I will stab your hand before it even touches the bottle."

You open the beer and take a swig, your eyes never leaving Dean. His face goes between a look of fear and being surprisingly turned on. You smirk with the satisfaction of shutting him up, at least for the time being. Sam tries to ignore the tension by burying his face in his computer, but it's not really working.

"You know, (Y/N), if you wanted to take some time and rest for a bit, that'd be fine. I got this for now. You for damn sure could use a break."

"I think I'll take you up on that offer. I'll be in my room if you need me, but try not to need me for a while, OK?"

"What if I need you?" Dean asked, trying but failing to use puppy eyes.

"The only thing you need is to do some research. OK, bye." You say as you head to your room.