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Chapter 13: Simon Said Part 1
"Bacon cheeseburger, please." Dean said, looking at our waitress and then smiling. "Can I get that with fries?"
The twenty some old brunette nodded. "Sure, you can have anything you like." She said, taking his menu from him. She smiled at him and I'm surprised her fake boobs didn't roll out of her shirt when she bent over to straighten her stockings.
I could literally feel Dean's eyes travel downwards out of habit and I knocked the table with my knee causing Dean to behave himself and Sam chuckled.
"I'll just get a chocolate milkshake please." Sam said as she stood up and took his menu from him.
"I'll get nothing thanks." I said, glaring at Dean. "For some reason unknown to me I've lost my appetite."
She smiled, a little bit too smug for my liking, and turned around to head to the kitchen and place our orders.
Dean turned to me and looked at me slowly as I massaged my temples. I had gotten a headache in the car about a half an hour ago. I was convinced it was from not eating and getting a little bit carsick.
"You have to eat something, your headache is only going to get worse if you don't." Dean said softly, kissing my temple as I moved my hands to look at him.
"I'll deal with it."
"Maybe you shouldn't have rushed her away." Sam said. "We could call her back and let her stare at Dean a few moments while you decide what to order."
I kicked his shin under the table but all he did was smile. "I'm sure she has reasons for rushing. There must be another job on a street corner opening up." I muttered.
"Doesn't take much does it?" Dean asked me, giving me some sort of a smile that made me think he was smug. It mirrored our waitress's perfectly.
"What?"
"For you to get jealous. It doesn't take much."
I watched him take a sip of his coke and I scoffed. "Right, and you're just the calmest person when it comes to your jealousy."
Dean shrugged, obviously disregarding he didn't have a cool head when it came to me and other guys. "I'd like to think so."
"You had a fit this morning when some guy came up to me and asked me if I knew where the cereal aisle was." I said incredulously, my voice getting a bit too loud for the table next to us and they glared.
Sam and Dean smiled at them politely while I just rolled my eyes and bit my tongue on the comment 'Mind your own damn business'. Dean then zipped his head around to look at me and I couldn't tell if he was a bit peeved I was making a scene or because of what I had said.
"I left you for three minutes. I came back and that's what I saw." Dean whispered angrily.
"He asked me one question about an aisle. I didn't think I had to say before hand, 'Oh, wait, let me consult my over protective boyfriend!'." I grit my teeth as I leaned close to whisper that just as angrily.
He didn't want a scene. Fine. I wouldn't raise my voice to make one but I could tell Sam was shifting very uncomfortably across from us. I couldn't literally step outside my body and see the way Dean and I acted around each other. Would I feel as awkward as Sam right now or as annoyed as the table next to us?
"Doesn't matter what the question was Andy! It was all in his body language, I could tell he was flirting with you from a mile away."
I loved Dean and I loved his protectiveness but sometimes, like this when my head was pounding and I was hungry, it just was a bit too much. "Yeah, like he was really going to try and get into my pants right there and then."
Sam let out a breath and his eyes widened as he sipped his cup of coffee. Dean shifted in his seat and I could tell he wanted to go outside and talk about it there. Just whispering like this was probably drawing more attention than yelling. By the way he was concealing some of his anger you could tell Dean just wanted to scream at me. He was gripping the side of the table and biting the inside of his cheek. If you really want to piss off your boyfriend, say something like I had just said.
"He asked me about the cereal aisle and what kind of Pop Tarts I liked Dean. That's all." Dean just rolled his eyes and looked straight at Sam. "I forgot that using Pop Tarts was a sure fire away to get alone with me."
"Well, that's why I bought them." Dean said quietly and looked at the ring on his hand for a moment. The statement caught me off guard and I found a small smile make it's way across my face.
I shook my head and sighed, leaning over to kiss his cheek. The action surprised him and he looked at me. "Cinnamon ones?" It was a silent peace with him. Sorry?
He nodded, smiling slightly. Yeah, me too. "I knew you'd throw the box at me if I bought Strawberry."
I giggled and he put an arm around my waist and brought me towards him. I looked at Sam and he just shook his head and stared at us.
"Have you two ever considered some type of therapy?" He asked us and I smiled as Dean let out a short laugh and kissed my head.
"I don't know Sam don't you think locking us up in a cushion room together would just make us worse?" Dean asked and I smiled and leaned my head back up against his shoulder.
Sam rolled his eyes as the waitress came with Dean's food and Sam's milkshake. "Sure I can't get you anything?" She asked me and as I was about to ask for a job application at Hooters Dean interrupted me with a kiss on my lips.
"No thanks, she'll share with me." Dean said giving the girl a very pointed look. She shied away from smiling at him and nodded, turning around to clean up the table that left.
"I was going to ask for a job application at Hooter's." I huffed but smiled, letting him know I was kidding.
He scoffed and turned. "Well we better call her back then…" He out stretched his arm to grab her attention and I pulled on him, turning him back. I pushed my lips on his, stopping him for doing anything remotely coherent for the next fifteen seconds.
I felt something hit my cheek and pulled away, seeing the French fry on my lap and a small smile on Sam's face.
"Funny." I said picking up another fry and chucking it at him. His smile faded when the fry landed in his milkshake. I giggled. "Sorry Sam."
He shrugged, pushing the drink away. "Wasn't the one I ordered anyway." It took me that long to notice that she had brought him vanilla instead of chocolate like he asked for.
"We can get you another one." I said and went to wave her down. She must have gone back into the kitchen because I didn't see her anywhere.
"No, it's okay, I'll just share some of these." Sam reached over and pulled Dean's plate to the middle of the table and Dean grunted, lifting his burger off the plate before he couldn't reach it.
"No, go right ahead. Everyone else is doing it." He said wryly giving me a side glance and taking a bite out of his sandwich.
I shrugged and smiled, scooping up ketchup with one of his French fries. "You wanted me to eat."
"Yeah, now I'm regretting that statement. At least when you don't eat you're kind of quiet."
"And annoying." Sam said. As he went to pick up one of the fries I flicked it, causing it to shoot across the table and hit his chest.
"How's that for annoying?" I laughed, watching him roll his eyes and pick up the French fry from his lap. He was lucky, I could have dipped it in ketchup first.
He took a few more fries and shoved them in his mouth and excused himself to go use the bathroom.
"Going to fix your hair?" I asked and he glared at me and rolled his eyes. I smiled and looked down at the plate of fries, lightly pushing them away.
"How's your head?" Dean asked me as I glanced around the restaurant.
It was a quaint little off the road diner but obviously didn't get many people. I saw a clock above the kitchen door and saw it was nearing ten. Or maybe because it was ten o'clock at night and there was no one here because my yelling had cleared out a few tables. I liked this place far better than the other diners we visited. But I couldn't remember why I hadn't liked them. After a while the places begin to blend together and you can't tell a certain diner from the shoe on your foot. Except for the twenty year old Hussy that worked for Hooters right after this, this place didn't really bother me. The fries were great, for the seven I had had, and that's when you know a place is good. If the first few French fries suck you can tell that the rest of the food can't be much better. How the hell do you fuck up a French fry anyways?
Dean shifted, bumping me with his right leg. "Hey, you in there?"
"Huh?" I asked, shaking my head. "Sorry."
He shrugged, wiping his hands with his napkin. "I asked how's your head. Don't worry about it, I was only being the over caring boyfriend." Dean added, commenting on my statement from earlier. Except he got the statement wrong. I nearly rolled my eyes but figured I shouldn't seeing as how it would most likely upset him. But really, leave it to him to only hear half of what I said.
"I said overprotective not over caring." I felt kind of bad I had even said that. I loved Dean caring and protecting me. It was one of the things I loved most about him. That and the fact he looked amazing with just boxers on. "I love you caring about me." I said, putting my arms around his neck and kissing his lips.
"You sure? Because I'm sure our waitress would have some different…"
I cut him off before whatever he said got me pissed at him and I ended up spilling his coke on his lap. I pushed my lips on his, kissing him gently, but letting my tongue thoroughly assault the inside of his mouth.
"I love you caring about me." I said again and he smiled.
"Good, because I wasn't planning on stopping anytime soon."
I kissed his chin and laid my head down on his shoulder. "Good." I muttered, rubbing my head for a moment.
"You okay?" He asked, concern filling his features as I lifted my head and massaged my temples.
"Yeah, I'm—" What felt like a lightening bolt struck the inside of my head and cut me off. I cried feeling the pain shoot through my head. It felt like liquid lava was being poured into my skull and it didn't just stop at my head. It was pouring down into my whole system and I gripped the seat as my entire body felt paralyzed from the pain.
Dean gripped my shoulders. "Andy?" His voice was urgent and cloaked with panic.
"Go check on Sam." I managed to get out as I grit my teeth against another wave of pain. Dean looked at me warily, now knowing where the pain was coming from. "Now." He nodded and got out of the booth to head to the Men's room, looking back at me a few times as he did so.
I knew Sam must have already had his vision because as soon as Dean left I quickly felt the initial pain dissipate and was left with a normal migraine. I rolled my eyes at the word normal and regretted the action when it felt like pins hitting my eye sockets.
"Are you okay?" I heard our waitress ask me. I think it was the only time I hadn't wanted to snap at her all night.
"Yeah, I'm getting a migraine." I told her and she looked at me sympathetically.
"I have some Advil in my purse…" She offered and I nodded meekly, feeling horrible I had called her a Hussy not ten minutes ago.
"Yes, please. Thank you."
She smiled and I read her name tag as she walked away. Heather. I almost smirked at the irony. Well at least I had the first letter right…close enough.
I tried getting up out of the booth as she brought me the pills and a cup of water. I thanked her again and she nodded.
"Yeah, I get migraines too." Glad she was a sharing, caring kind of person. But honestly I did not feel like talking about this. If I ever wanted to talk to someone I'd contact a therapist. "You know it would have helped a little if you would have ate something."
Great, now she was my boyfriend. I bit my tongue and smiled politely and luckily, she got the point and headed back to the kitchen. I knew she was just trying to be nice but I had a migraine and a new vision to worry about and I didn't need Heather yapping in my ear about the last headache she had and how she got rid of it.
I gripped the table as I put the glass of water down. My legs felt wobbly and the pain was throbbing on the left side of my head. This Advil wasn't going to do anything, I could tell from the way the lights continued to hurt my eyes and every little clank from a glass or plate made my head explode with sound.
"Hey…" Dean said softly, approaching me. "You okay?" I shook my head no and turned into him, collapsing against his chest. He held me tightly to him and kissed the side of my head. "Come on, let's get you to the car."
"Where's Sam?" I asked roughly as he gently guided me to the exit and I nodded at Heather again, thanking her for the Advil that didn't help whatsoever.
"Already at the car. He's just as bad as you except more antsy."
"What was the vision about?" I asked getting into the backseat.
I knew that's why I could see Sam basically having a heart attack in the front seat telling us to hurry the hell up. I should have tried and made my way to the Impala to be ready for them when they came out. Instead of Dean backtracking we could have just taken off on finding whoever was in Sam's vision.
"Sorry." I muttered to Sam as Dean got in the car and started it.
"For what?" Dean asked, backing the car out of the spot and pulling onto the road. "You didn't do anything wrong."
I knew he was saying that in case Sam started having a fit I hadn't gotten out of the diner and in the car fast enough. But he didn't say that, actually he ignored what I said completely and seemed to restart his conversation with Dean.
"We need to head to the Roadhouse." Sam said, rubbing the side of his head.
I rolled my eyes and rubbed my face against the leather. It reminded me of Dean's jacket and I sighed tiredly. "Right, that's just the place that'll make my headache worse."
"Why do you even wanna go there?" Dean asked Sam and I could tell that he didn't want to go there any more than I did. "That place is full of hunters."
"So what?" Sam sighed and I could tell that we were frustrating him on top of his headache. "It's another premonition." He snapped. "I know it. This is gonna happen, and Ash can tell us where."
"You didn't see anything that could key us in without heading there?" I asked, running a hand through my hair.
"Andy, the only reason you don't want to head there is because of Jo checking out Dean."
Yeah, okay. So I couldn't stand Jo. So what? Dean was right and that wasn't the main reason for my not wanting to go there. If we needed to, I'd go. I wouldn't let something like Jo checking out Dean's ass ruin our chances at saving someone's life. But we didn't need them. Not this time. Sam was just being stubborn.
"Dean's right. That place is crawling with people that can hear a pin drop three miles away. Anything we say won't remain our business." I argued, the dull throbbing in my head giving my temper some fuel. "Not to mention Jo, Ash and Ellen aren't our family, aren't our best friends. They don't need to know about us either."
"Last time I checked you really had nothing to do with this." Sam yelled.
"No? I have the migraine to prove it!" I screeched and Sam closed his eyes and grimaced.
"All right that's enough, both of you." Dean sighed and looked at Sam, who was leaning his head against the car window. "Look, that was my point Sam. There's gonna be hunters there. I don't know if going in and announcing that you're some supernatural freak with a demonic connection is the best thing, okay?"
"So, I'm a freak now?" Sam asked obviously upset and Dean paused.
"You've always been a freak." Dean smirked and I rolled my eyes. Way to boost confidence Dean.
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We arrived to the Roadhouse about two hours later and the parking lot was full of cars. Hunters no doubt and I sank down in the seat uncomfortably. We shouldn't have been here. The only reason I remotely wanted to go in was because it was a bar. How could you not go in for that reason? I weighed the options in my head. Beer would only lead to hangovers and I didn't need a whole new headache. So it was decided; I was staying in the car and going to sleep. It's not like I really needed to be in there anyways. Plus, I was in no mood to just sit there and have Jo stare at Dean like he was candy. She'd be getting a punch to the eye socket before the night was over.
"You're not coming in?" Dean asked me and I looked up, realizing Sam had already headed inside.
"I wasn't planning on it." I said and Dean frowned. "I'm really not feeling good Dean, my head is killing me."
He sat on the seat for a moment and put his hand over mine, rubbing my knuckles slowly with his thumb. "It'll only be ten minutes. Any longer and I'll come back out here with you."
I sighed and he started giving me this smile. This smile was only used when he wanted something. And for some reason unknown to me, he really wanted me to come inside with him. What? Did he need me in there to babysit him or something? Or maybe he just really wanted me to be with him.
"Why exactly do you want me to come?" I asked.
"Is that a rhetorical question?" He wisecracked and I rolled my eyes.
"Is that even an answer?"
Dean pulled on my hand and kissed it. "Come on, you know why."
I nodded and rubbed my eyes for a moment. Yeah, I knew why. I loved him too but I still felt miserable and was in no mood to deal with Jo's shit. I hope he knew what he was asking for if she said something off to me.
"Ten minutes?" I asked, getting out of the car with him.
He nodded and kissed my head. "Promise."
He held the door open for me and I entered first; a wave of stale beer and smoke hitting me like a ton of bricks. It caught me off guard and I felt stupid for thinking that since hello, I knew we were heading into a bar and not a freakin flower shop. But whatever, my sinuses were killing me and of course the smoke was extra heavy and I sneezed maybe three times as soon as I got in there. I'm guessing I thought it was never that bad because when we showed up there were maybe five hunters or no one there at all. Therefore, no smoke. But tonight it was near a full house and I was drawing a bit of attention from my sneezing.
"Bless you." Dean said sympathetically and handed me a tissue. Nine and a half minutes. I could tell he felt a bit bad for dragging me in there with him.
"Sorry." I muttered, seeing Dean was uncomfortable with the eyes on us. I noticed we hadn't made it closer to Sam until the last eyeball was paying attention to what they were doing before.
"It happens all the time." Jo replied, sauntering over. Like she was the flipping queen of the bar pole. She smiled at Dean and I gripped the tissue in my hand. "When you're not used to it I guess."
"I'm not. Obviously."
She smiled but it wasn't pretty. What was it with all the smugness today? Was it national Smug Day and someone forget to alert my calendar? "Obviously." Jo turned to look at Dean. "Haven't seen you around in a bit, how have you been?"
"Better than the last time you saw me." Dean said, nodding to her. Seven minutes. "How are you Jo?"
"I'm fine, thanks."
I sniffled and stuffed the tissue in my pocket. "You okay?" Dean asked me and I nodded. He kissed the side of head and I could literally feel Jo's eyes light up with some type of anger. Whoops. Looks like she would have to find someone else's boyfriend to hit on.
"You two are…" She motioned to the both of us and I nodded.
"For almost a year now."
She smiled but I could tell she was anything but happy. "How cute. You didn't seem like it before…"
"Tough times. Everyone has them." I interrupted and she nodded, looking straight at Dean.
Dean cleared his throat. "Well, I'm gonna head on over to Sam."
Way to coward out of that starting conversation. I knew Jo was trying to ask Dean without actually having the words leave her mouth, 'why were you flirting with me when you were dating someone else?'.
What the hell I wanted to know was why did he pull me in here just to leave me in the middle of the damn place, standing next to Jo. Six minutes.
"So…you and Dean huh?" She asked, flipping her blonde hair over her shoulder. "Aren't you lucky?"
That must have been the universal phrase to use when you had nothing nice to say. If I had a flipping nickel for every time I heard that… "Yeah, I know." Usual response and plus, I really felt the need to rub that in her face a bit.
"You want a beer?" She asked me. "On the house?"
Hope she didn't think the more she sucked up to me the more chance she had to have a threesome with Dean. I nodded anyways and joined her at the bar. "Sure."
I sat down on one of the bar stools and waited for her to slide the beer towards me.
"You look like you're having a bad night." She said and went around the bar to sit next to me. Since when was this girl my best friend? Maybe she was just trying to be nice and I was having a fit because I was on edge from the massive explosion that my brain had had.
"I have a headache the size of Texas." I muttered, sipping the beer. At least that was refreshing because this conversation wasn't.
"Then why are you in here?" Jo asked and I glanced at her. Just shy of four minutes.
"Because Dean dragged me in here. Which is ironic since he left to go find Sam."
"Why are you guys even here?"
I cleared my throat and sipped the beer. "It's really more of a family thing." A.K.A: None of your business, sweetheart.
Jo nodded, seeming to understand. "So how long have you been on the road with them?"
"Since I was seven or eight, when my mom died."
"I'm sorry. I know how it is to lose a parent."
"Yeah?" I asked her. "Know what it's like to lose two?" Three minutes.
She looked down for a moment and shook her head. "No, obviously I don't."
"Hmm-hmm." I nodded at her, getting real tired of this conversation incredibly fast. I took another sip of beer and hoped Dean knew I was out of this bar in two and a half minutes.
"When did your dad…."
"When I was fifteen." I nearly snapped. "But technically I lost him twice since a necromancer brought him back to fuck with my head." I honestly couldn't tell whether that was me or the booze talking. Two minutes. "You still want to have this conversation?" I asked noticing how uncomfortable she was getting. But I didn't know whether she was uncomfortable with the answers or my tone.
I felt bad after I took another sip of beer. I was usually never this off with people, even if they irritated me. I sighed, taking a look at Jo.
"When did you lose your dad?" I asked gently, and she turned to look at me, noticing my tone had changed.
"When I was little. I can't really remember what age. I just remember that he never came home." She looked down at her hands. I pushed my beer towards her and she smiled, taking a sip. "I will always remember that he smelled like leather coming home from a hunt though."
I smiled slightly, thinking of Dean and then my father. "My dad smelled like smoke ever since my mom died. But when he took off his jacket and he had a shower and laid in bed. He smelled like…like cookies and of home." I took the beer and chugged the rest of it, hoping it took my memories with it. I shook my head, looking at the bottle. "He tried too hard to cover that smell up."
"Do you remember anything about your mom?"
I remembered the cancer and the fire. The heat. But none of that was what I wanted to remember about her. "No, nothing." One minute.
"Does it get lonely?" She asked me. "Being the only girl?"
Did she mean lonely or awkward? "I don't need girl bonding moments to be happy. I have Dean and Sam and that's all I'll ever need. Because I know they'll be there for me. No matter what."
"And you're always sure about that?" She asked. She wasn't trying to be threatening or cocky. It was a simple question. She was asking because we both had in common that we thought certain people in our lives would always be there. And it turned out that they weren't.
Half a minute. "Always." I wish I had another beer to drink.
"Hey." Dean said coming up behind me. "Ash found something on Sam's thing." Could he be more vague? I guessed he didn't want to say anything since Jo was sitting right there. Which I found kind of ironic since Ash would most likely let the rest of the Harvelle family know what Sam had been asking for.
"Ten seconds to spare Dean." I said and slid off the barstool, Jo doing the same.
He rolled his eyes and headed to the door to wait for me. I turned to Jo and did something I was surpised to do. I smiled at her. Damnit. She didn't seem so bad.
"Well Jo. Thanks for the beer."
"You're welcome. It was nice talking to you." She said and it was honest. You could tell by the way her face kind of twitched. She was just as surprised she was saying it to me as I was hearing it.
"Yeah, you stop looking at Dean's ass every time I turn around and maybe we can have another conversation that won't involve me hitting your face for it." Yeah, okay. She didn't seem so bad. That didn't mean I wasn't going to give her a hard time about staring at Dean.
She smiled, even though I was partly serious. "Deal."
I nodded. "Deal."
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"So are you and Jo best friends now?" Dean asked me and I rolled my eyes, hitting him on the shoulder.
"Very funny."
"I'm serious. You two looked pretty cozy over there, I was about to just leave without you." He chuckled as I frowned and kissed me on the lips, holding the backseat door open for me.
I heard thunder in the distance and decided now was not the best time to make out with Dean. I quickly kissed him again and headed into the back before it started to rain. It was kind of unfortunate that Sam still had a headache, otherwise I knew Dean would have made him drive.
"So, what did Ash find?" I asked, yawning.
As soon as Dean pulled out of the parking lot and headed on the road it started to pour. Huge rain droplets falling on the car like hail. The thunder was loud and the lighting lit up the sky like a freakin lighthouse. Where the hell had this storm come from? I watched the news that morning and they said the weather was going to be fine. Slightly chilly, but no major storms. Although, hello, why the hell did I even listen to the weather station anyways? Those clowns, no matter who you listened to, always got it wrong. A hobo could apply for a weather channel and predict the rain or sun better then they could.
"Andrew Gallagher." Sam said looking over the paperwork Ash had given him. "Born in '83, like me. Lost his mother in a nursery fire exactly six months later, also like me."
"You think the demon killed his mom?" I asked drowsily. I leaned back in the seat and closed my eyes for a moment. I could feel Dean glance back at me as I started to fall asleep.
"How'd you even know to look for this guy?" I heard Dean ask, keeping me awake.
I wanted to know about this case. But that headache had drained me and the alcohol had just made me drowsy. It was like trying to stop a truck from sliding on ice.
"Every premonition I've had -- if they're not about the demon, they're about the other kids the demon visited. Like Max Miller, remember him?"
"Yeah, but Max Miller was a pasty little psycho." Dean countered.
"He was troubled. Poor kid." I muttered remembering how he had killed himself right in front of our eyes. It was one thing I'd never forget.
"He was killing people. Now it could be happening all over again with this Gallagher guy."
"Max was forced to kill those people." I slurred. I was pretty sure by then I wasn't paying attention to what I was saying and what I meant to say. I think Dean and Sam knew that I was falling asleep because neither of them acknowledged me. "He was pushed to it."
"Babe, just go to sleep." I finally heard Dean say. "I'll wake you up when we're at the motel." I nodded and laid down in the backseat, turning my back against them.
"How do we find him?" Dean asked, his voice softening on the account I was trying to sleep.
"There's a work address from his last W-2, about a year ago. Let's start there." Sam said. It was the last thing I paid attention to as the radio clicked on. I was out.
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The next thing I knew was I was being lifted from the Impala and into Dean's arms. He'd wrapped his leather jacket around me as he hoisted me against him and into the pouring rain. The pitter patter of rain hitting the jacket was lulling me back to sleep and I laid my head on his chest as he took me to our room.
"Sam, could you get some of her pajama's out of the duffel?" I heard Dean ask as he laid me down on the one of the beds. I was half awake now and I turned over, just wanting to go back to sleep.
"You want her to be fully clothed?" Sam asked and I could tell he had picked up some of my lingerie from the bag.
"Put that back before I smack it out of your hand." Dean whispered angrily and I could hear Sam chuckle.
I moaned slightly and tried opening my eyes. The light was bright even though I could tell it was a bedside lamp.
"Dean?" I asked, rubbing under my eyes.
"Hey, I was trying not to wake you."
"You're soaked." I commented, sitting up and seeing him. I could still hear the rain coming down outside and I shuddered as thunder shook the whole motel.
"Come on, let's get you in these." Dean said, holding up a pair of my shorts and one of his t-shirts.
I nodded and let him take off my clothes. I was falling asleep against his touch and I couldn't wait until he just laid down so I could sleep on him.
"You're really comfy." I said absentmindedly and I heard Dean smirk.
"I get the nicest comments from you when you're half asleep." Dean kissed my head and placed me on one of the pillows and tucked me in.
"Are you coming to bed?" I asked him; only energy enough for one question.
He nodded and ran a hand through his hair. "Let me change clothes and I'll be right there."
I shut my eyes completely and felt his hand ran through my hair a few times before he gave me a kiss and got up to change his clothes. I was asleep before I felt him crawl in bed with me.
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