Tuesday
Heat of the moment….
Your eyes shot open…unwillingly. From your spot on the couch, you had a perfect view of Dean tying his boots, while Sam matched your confused expression. "Rise and shine, gang!" You closed your eyes again.
"Dude. Asia. C'mon, you love this song and you know it."
Heat of the moment!
The volume increased, officially hitting your last nerve. Without a word, you grabbed the boot next to the couch and catapulted it straight at Dean. It hit his shoulder and got his attention. "Turn it off." You managed to mutter. He grimaced to himself; some comment about Sleeping Beauty, but still lowered the song. It took you less than five minutes to return to sleep.
A violent shaking woke you up. Sam stood over you, an eccentric look on his face. "C'mon Y/N/N. Up. It's lunchtime. We're doing things different today."
"Different compared to what? You guys waking me up seems pretty par for the course."
"Just go with it okay? We're not leaving the room. Ordering food in. I need you to keep an eye on Dean. Like a really close one okay. I'm just going to go get the tacos."
"Fine, fine. But you owe me one hell of an explanation later."
"I'll tell you when it's Wednesday." You rolled your eyes and looked over to see Dean opening the computer. Sam shut the door behind him and you surveyed. "Touch a cursed object or something?"
"Nope. Just going along with Sam's crazy same as you."
"Oh, good." You saw him just starting to type a website that was less than appropriate into the search bar. "Hey, let's not do that when I'm in the room." He slammed the screen shut and turned around. "How the hell did you see that from there?"
"It's a gift." You shrugged.
"Speaking of gifts…" He wiggled his eyebrows. You shook your head and threw your other boot at him, hitting him in the shoulder. "Party pooper." Sam ended the conversation, entering the room with a bag of grease. As you all sat to eat, Dean voiced a concern, "Do these tacos taste funny to you?"…