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Chapter 31: Nightshifter Part 1

So nine o'clock turned into ten and ten turned into eleven and before I knew it, it was 11:30 and Dean and Sam still weren't back from doing a beer run. I sat on the bed impatiently, flipping though TV channels I knew I wasn't watching. Every time the channel turned into another, when the second hand popped annoyingly in my ear, when I shifted my muscles on the bed to avoid them falling asleep, I looked at my cell phone. It hadn't ringed once. Hell, I hadn't even gotten a text message. Granted, I knew Dean didn't even know what a text message was but Sam sure as hell did. He got them every so often from his college buddies.

Why hadn't I gone with them? I rolled my eyes, sitting harshly back against the headboard causing a small throbbing bruise on the back of my skull. Dean Winchester was a liar that's why. He said they'd be gone for an hour, tops. I mean, I knew how they were. They liked to get sidetracked and go to different booze stores to get a selection. But two and a half hours without calling me? I think not. That's when the pit of my stomach started to become a black hole, like deep in space, sucking all the planets in with one surge. Maybe something had happened. Something like my dream. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw something like it. Something that had to do with Dean and him dying. Last night had been the worse one yet. He was getting attacked by dogs. I swallowed the lump in my throat and clutched the protective coin around my neck. The dogs had ripped him to shreds and Sam and I had just stood there, watching. I woke up screaming from that one and I refused to go back to sleep. Actually, after that one, neither had Sam or Dean. Hell, it had taken both of them to just calm me down. Everyone finally just piled on one bed, with me in the middle, and we watched a really horrible movie. It was a remake of Jaws or something like that. All I remembered was sharks. But I laid out on Dean's chest, clutching him tightly in an effort to prove my nightmare was bullshit. Sam had sat down on the other side of me, attentively reaching out to stroke my hair. I must have been a real mess because I remembered Dean not saying anything about it.

I was glad Dean and Sam seemed to loosen up around each other. They were no longer staring at each other like they were competition, so everything was slightly back to normal. At least between the three of us. Maybe they had stopped at a bar to hustle pool or just to get a brotherly drink together. We needed money, I remembered Dean saying that a few days ago. But wouldn't they call to tell me that? Maybe their phones were dead. My heart plummeted slightly at the next thought; maybe they were dead.

Tears breached my eyelids and I swallowed again in an effort to hold the flood back. I had done enough crying over the past few days. But it seemed like I was never going to be on empty from it. Not when it had to do with Dean. No one would talk about it with me. No one would shut up and listen to the fact that it could have something to do with the distant future. No one wanted to admit that Dean might be in real trouble. But then again, my dreams were always different. I had only had four death dreams about Dean and one of them had to do with bad tacos…so therefore I think Dean and Sam thought the other ones were just as ridiculous. They didn't feel ridiculous; not at all. And if Dean and Sam wanted to ignore it, fine. But I wasn't going to. I couldn't, especially since it was all I saw even if I was awake.

I think that's why, even though I was extremely tired from last night's all nighter, I couldn't even go to sleep. I couldn't go to sleep without Dean, which I'm sure he saw as something a four year old would do. But I couldn't help it. I couldn't unless I knew he was okay and right next to me; warm, breathing and alive.

I stilled my breathing, like that would somehow help me hear better, and listened when I thought I heard the Impala revving to a stop outside. I jumped off the bed and waited for a moment. I heard laughing; Sam and Dean laughing and smiled as I opened the door.

Dean stopped jiggling with the keys into the room as he saw me. I instantly frowned. My happiness gave way to anger as I remembered he hadn't even had the decency to call me and tell me where he was. He knew how wonked these dreams had gotten me.

Sam came up next to Dean and juggled the two bags he had in his hands. "You gonna let us in, Andy?"

Dean nodded, looking at my face and then at the room. "Or is there some sort of secret password?"

"Where were you?" I tried not to let the fact that I was worried sick pass through my voice. Anger yes, paranoid no.

Dean frowned and walked past me and through the door. Sam gave me a small smile, like he felt bad and I rolled my eyes as I shut the door behind him.

"Did we break the curfew?" Dean asked, taking off his leather jacket and throwing it on one of the beds.

I looked at him incredulously. Of course. Of course this would be the time he acts like an asshole. "You could have least called me and told me where you were."

Sam put the bags down on the table and I saw his eyebrows scrunch as he looked at me. I think he could sense how upset I really was and I saw him look to Dean like he was going to say 'proceed with caution'.

But Dean was looking at me. "I told you where we were going."

I think it also had something to do with that I was gonna get my period in a few days. My emotions were everywhere, my skin was crawling, Dean seemed like more of an asshole than he really was, and my body ached. I couldn't deal with this right now.

Sam said Dean's name softly as a word of caution but I was already taking off into the bathroom, slamming the door. I heard Dean groan in frustration as I sat on the edge of the tub, obviously not understanding what he did wrong. He honestly hadn't done anything I guess. It was all a combination that had to do with me. I think Sam was talking. His voice was soft and muffled and it was hard to decipher it through the door. A few minutes later Dean said something like, 'fuck' and knocked on the bathroom door.

It was gentle but after a few moments of me refusing to answer him he grew a little impatient. "Come on woman, open the door." He said, knocking a little bit more. I sighed and shook my head, even though he couldn't see me. "I'm sorry I didn't call you. That's what this is about, right? I went to a few mini marts after the booze run. I wanted to get something for you as a surprise. But if you don't open the door, I'll give it to the hot red head in the room next to us."

Dean knew how to play his cards right, that's for sure. And how did he know there was a hot red head next door? I gently unlocked the door and saw he was leaning his hand against the door frame, supporting his weight. He stood as I opened the door all the way.

"That mean you forgive me?" He asked gently, looking into my eyes.

I shook my head no. "No, that's just means I want my surprise."

He smiled and motioned for Sam to get it off the table. Sam handed him a plastic bag off the table and Dean gently pried the bag away from the circular box. He removed the lid and I leaned over seeing it was a small circular chocolate cake.

I smiled, seeing 'Andy' written in blue icing on the white icing top. He smiled too. "I know you'll be feeling like crap in a few days so I figured a little chocolate will make it better. You wouldn't believe how long it took to get a friggen baker to write the name on it. I was about to do it my damn self."

Sam nodded. "Seriously, he was about to climb over the counter and grab one of those icing applicators."

I giggled and followed him as he put the cake back on the table. He swirled a finger in the icing and picked up part of the A and held it up to my lips. "Forgive me then?"

I gently took his finger in my mouth, twirling my tongue gently around him to take the icing off. He pulled out and smiled again, a large grin that brought out his dimples. I swallowed the icing and put my arms around his neck.

"Thanks babe." I whispered and he nodded into my hair, wrapping his arms tightly around my waist. "Sorry about slamming the door on you."

"It's okay; I know a lot of emotional outbursts for no apparent reason are coming. That's also why I bought Midol and Tylenol for myself." I giggled, squeezing him harder and he lifted me, pushing me into his chest.

"You gonna eat some of this cake now?" Sam asked, pulling the box towards him. "Because it's been calling out my name since we got in the car."

I pulled back from Dean and watched as Sam took some icing off the cake as well with his finger, gently dipping it into his mouth. The A was completely gone now and I looked around the mini kitchen for knives.

"Luckily, this place came with silverware." I said thoughtfully and pulled out a knife to hand Sam. He smiled and cut a small piece for himself. I shook my head as he offered to cut me some as well.

"Gotta save it. Otherwise both of you are gonna suffer under my wrath."

Dean shuddered. "Maybe you shouldn't have any Sam. The more she has the less likely it is she'll kill us in our sleep."

I shoved him. "Like neither of you are unpleasant. And you don't even have cramps to deal with!"

Dean leaned in close and placed a gentle kiss on my nose and then tickled my sides a little. "Sweetheart, I'm a joy to be around."

Sam snorted and Dean turned to glare. "Yeah, right. Expect in the morning and when you're hungry or tired…"

"Or when someone's driving your car." I added.

"Thanks for reminding me, you'll never do that again." Dean commented going over to get some pajama's out of our duffel. "I'm gonna get a shower."

He gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and went into the bathroom, shutting the door. I looked over at Sam for a moment and then at the bathroom door.

"Enjoy that cake, that's your last piece." I said with a small smile and Sam rolled his eyes and motioned towards the bathroom door.

"I don't need a sign off; I know you're heading in there."

I giggled, ruffling his hair. "I just need to talk to him for a moment. I'll be back."

"We picked up movies too, figuring you didn't get enough of sharks last night."

I groaned and rolled my eyes. "I hate sharks. Makes me never want to go to an ocean."

Sam nodded and looked at the rented movies. "Well, luckily we never go on vacation. I'll pick one."

I smiled and went to head into the bathroom. "Okay." I opened the door gently, Dean was still in his jeans but his shirt and shoes were off. "Hey." I said softly.

"Hey," He responded, looking at me expectantly. "You can come in." He said it like it was obvious and it kind of had me wondering why I was waiting for his permission to enter the bathroom. I closed the door and locked it, going to sit on the closed toilet. "You okay? I'm guessing you didn't come in here to just get in the shower with me."

I shrugged; standing and turning him around to face me. I smiled and began to kiss the skin on his chest, letting my lips circle his pecs and ran my hands down his sides. Dean sighed in happiness, maybe even sounding a little bit pleasured. He ran his one hand down my back and curled his fingers at the end of my tank top.

"You should get more sleep tonight ya know." Dean said thoughtfully, leaning his lips down to graze my head. "Maybe even skip out on the leg work of our next hunt?"

That got my attention and I pulled back from him. "Skip out the leg work?"

He nodded and undid his belt. "Ya, you know. The ton of people we have to see to get the information from. You can come on the hunt though, just skip all the useless bullshit and get some sleep."

I knew he was trying to care for me but it made me the tiniest bit angry. No, I didn't need to skip out on a hunt! I was fine. "Yeah, okay, I'm tired. But I don't need to skip a hunt." I said angrily and Dean slid his belt off, letting it drop to the ground.

He sighed and I knew he was already tired of the conversation that we were about to have. "Well, if you're tired, why didn't you go to sleep while we were out? The more you get the better. You've had a total of six hours sleep over the past few days."

My eyes filled with those overdramatic tears again and when his eyes connected with mine, they softened. He was sorry he was causing this but that just kind of fueled my anger. "I was worried!" I didn't scream, but my voice was pretty loud. "You know the dreams I've been having! I wanted to wait till you got back to make sure you were alright." I went to head towards the door. He wanted me to sleep, fine. I'd go to sleep.

"Wait," Dean tried, pulling on my elbow to stop me. He sighed and gently pulled me against his chest. "Come on." He said gently trying to get me to relax. His tone of voice was apologizing as he ran a hand down my hair. "Come on, don't cry sweetheart." He cooed, kissing my head. "You're making me feel like an asshole here."

I chuckled wetly at that and rolled my eyes, pulling back from him. He ran a thumb underneath my eyes and kissed my forehead.

"I should know better." He said with a slight laugh. "You're emotions are on high alert and I just keep pushing. You don't have to skip out on a hunt if you don't want to. I was just worried, that's all."

I nodded and sniffed, feeling the need to kiss him. "I'm sorry too; I'll tone down the bitchiness."

Dean smiled and pushed hair behind my ear. "It's alright, as I said I bought that Tylenol for a reason."

"Still want me to get in the shower with you?" I asked softly and Dean chuckled, leaning in to give me a long, passionate kiss on the lips.

"What do you think?" He asked, brushing and feathering his lips across my own as he pulled back.

"I think…" I replied, pushing my lips against him again as I trailed my hands down his chest. "We should get these pants off."

Dean grinned and chucked. "I'll do yours if…"

I unbuttoned his jeans and gently slid the zipper down as he circled his fingers underneath my tank top. In one smooth motion the tank was off, showing my lime green lace bra. I only wore this bra to bed, mostly because it was comfortable. Plus it was way too bright to wear with any of my shirts. I guess if I wore a black or navy tee it would be okay. Why was I worrying about this now?

"Nice color." Dean said with a smirk, arching his one eyebrow as I pulled his pants to the floor.

"You like them?" I asked, setting a grin in place as I pulled my hair out of the ponytail it was in. "I've got the underwear to match."

"Really?" He asked sultrily. He dipped his hands in my shorts and brushed his fingers on the inside of my thighs. I let out a slow breath that got my heart rate to throb. He gently slid the elastic down and exposed my underwear. He knelt and picked up each my legs to get the shorts off. "I think I like the bottom way more than the top."

I ran a hand through his hair as he kissed my shin, then knee and let his lips suckle the skin on my thighs. He suddenly grabbed my waist with both hands and pulled me towards him and his lips smashed against the lace, earning a gasp to rise from my lungs. He smiled at the reaction and I nearly lost my footing as he started to use his teeth to nibble. When he reached a certain spot, I think he could tell one from another with the moans coming out of my mouth; he pulled my lime green underwear down at a painful slow rate.

"Dean…" I rasped, closing my eyes against his touches and heat. It wasn't fair that he could cause me to feel like this with just one touch.

He leaned me up against one of the walls and pried my legs open a little bit farther. I was groaning at the waste of time; Dean fed off sexual frustration. But before I knew it I felt one finger dip all the way up to my core, reaching a spot that sent stars in front of my eyes. He leaned in close and kissed my belly button as he sent two fingers close to the same spot, but avoiding it on purpose. I squeezed his shoulders tightly, digging my fingernails into his back. He wanted me to beg for it, to reach for that spot again, harder and faster. I was way past groaning and moaning, I could barely find my voice to say anything. It was just bare whimpers passing my lips and I could feel Dean grin as he kept pushing, evading the sensitive spots as a bout of torture.

"What's the matter, baby?" Dean asked as he stopped completely, making me let loose an aggravated groan. I pushed my hips into his still fingers, but he wouldn't have any of that. "That's cheating." He said slowly, holding my waist and keeping me from moving.

"Dean…don't…" I leaned my head back up against the wall, trying to calm down the molecules that seemed to be on overdrive. My heart beat was erratic and my skin was throbbing hot.

"Don't what?" He asked innocently, pushing his thumb against a sensitive nub that made me squirm.

"Stop." I barely got that out. He immersed his fingers again, but slowly pushed them where they belonged. He made sure he brushed the spot that made me quiver. He was waiting until I begged for it. "God, please." I said.

"Call me Dean." He said cockily and pushed his fingers in and out, pushing and prodding as fast as he could. He tickled and rubbed the spot that sent me over the edge and I screamed, falling forward on him. I gripped his shoulders as wave after euphoric wave crashed down on me.

Dean pulled his fingers from me and stood as I crashed into him, feeling my legs go weak. I breathed heavily against his chest and he smiled, kissing my forehead and running soothing fingers over my back.

"I love you." I said sleepily.

He ran his hand over my hair and tucked it behind my ear and kissed my head, leaving his lips there so I felt them flutter against me. "I love you too." I wasn't sure how long we had stood there like that, I was pretty sure I was falling asleep against his chest. I'm sure he knew I was tired from what he had done to me too. He finally asked me if I was tired and I nodded, barely even able to do that. Nothing was coherent. Everything was hazy and fuzzy.

"Come on," Dean said tenderly, leaning me against the wall. He looked around the floor for my underwear and shorts. "Let's at least get your shorts on and I'll tuck you in okay?"

I nodded and rubbed my eyes, letting him pull my underwear up. I did my shorts by myself however, even though my arms felt like masses of jello. He sighed and picked me up, cradling me in his arms. I heard the bathroom door open and Sam chuckle, but I didn't want to open my eyes. I was afraid if I opened them I wouldn't be able to get to sleep. Gentle passionate waves were still pushing and pulsing their way through my bloodstream, making me feel incredibly mellow against Dean. I felt him place me on one of the beds and tuck me under the sheets.

"Nice attire, dude." Sam said, I'm guessing noticing Dean's boxers with the hearts on them.

"Eat me." Dean swore, pulling the sheets up over my chest. He sat there for a moment, running hands through my hair, I'm guessing to lull me to sleep if I was still awake. It was working, I felt like I was drifting off. "Would you make sure she gets to sleep alright?" Dean asked Sam. "And if she has a nightmare to come and get me?"

Sam turned down the volume of the TV and I rubbed my face against the pillow. They were going to talk about it. I could feel the words on Sam's tongue. Why did they insist on talking about things when they thought I was asleep? They were my fucking dreams for Christ's sake. What made them think I didn't want to hear any of it?

"What do you think is up with her dreams man?" Sam asked, trying to press the subject but not too hard. "You think they were like my nightmares about Max?"

"I don't know." Dean replied; his voice was soft like the fingers stroking my cheek. "Let's not worry about it."

"Not worry about it? Dean, they're about you. And if something is going to happen we should try and—"

"I don't want to freak her out any more than she already is." Dean cut Sam off. "It could be nothing. Hell, it could be the fucking yellow eyed demon messing with her head alright? We don't know!"

Sam didn't think of that, I could tell by the way he didn't reply. I shifted into Dean's touch, pushing my cheek against his hand. I tried to make it out like Dean's yelling had woken me slightly and gently spoke his name.

"Dean?" I asked; giving a yawn that was true. I was tired.

"Yeah, babe. Right here." Dean said, leaning down and kissing my cheekbone.

I turned on my back and slid my hands out from under the covers to wrap them around his neck. "When are you coming to bed?"

"Soon. I just need to get a shower, okay?" I nodded and turned on my side to see Sam give me a small smile before he turned his attention back to the TV. "You gonna be okay?" He asked warily, knowing I had needed him the past few nights to be in bed with me while I fell asleep.

I yawned again and closed my eyes, rubbing my face into the pillow. "Yeah, I'm okay." My voice was drifting off and the noise from the TV was starting to blend together as I fell asleep.

I was out before Dean closed the bathroom door.

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"Did you get the hash browns?"

I turned on my stomach and ducked my head under the pillow as I heard Dean ask something. He must have already been awake and across the room. Was he talking to Sam? That would make sense since I was still in bed. I groaned quietly, knowing it must be only eight or some other stupid early time.

"You said forget the hash browns. I got waffles." Sam replied and I heard Dean angrily shove something, most likely the Styrofoam containers holding the waffles.

"I don't eat fucking waffles." Dean said, almost heatedly. The guy really hated waffles. Like I swore he was ready to shoot them with rock salt or something.

"Andy eats them." Sam pointed out. "Maybe I got them for her."

Dean groaned. "I told you what to get her. And I'm pretty sure waffles weren't what I said."

"Well, Dean, if I listened to everything you said Andy would be having something like pork rinds and beer for breakfast." Sam grunted and I could feel the eye roll.

"Being a bit dramatic aren't we?" Dean asked him. "I've never even had pork rinds."

"Whatever, I'm not gonna argue with you over it."

"That's cause you'll lose, bitch." Dean must have chuckled over Sam's reaction to that sentence.

"Jerk." Sam rebutted. "You gonna wake her or what?"

I heard Dean shift and I turned on my stomach, still with my head under the pillow. I didn't want to wake up. I wanted to drift back to sleep. But those waffles sounded appealing, even though I knew Dean wouldn't speak to me as I ate them. I smiled against the pillow; what a dork.

The bed coils moaned as Dean sat on the bed, gently prying away the pillow from my face. "I'm surprised she doesn't suffocate herself in her damn sleep." He muttered, stroking my hair as he spoke. "Sam, did you get…" Dean stopped, seeming to get angrier. He suddenly covered my bra covered chest with the pillow. "You keep staring at her like that and I'm gonna shove my foot so far up your ass you'll be choking on it." He threatened and I heard Sam chuckle but he must have backed his eyes off. Dean was serious after all.

He turned his attention back to me and I smiled, opening my eyes as I felt his hand caress my cheek.

"You know, when you threaten someone, you shouldn't make them laugh. I think you're losing your touch."

Dean grinned, wrapping his arms around my shoulders to pull me up and into him. The pillow was between our bodies but I could still feel his strong heartbeat through the material. I snuggled into his t-shirted shoulder, the scent of swirling cinnamon coming off him and into my nose in comforting waves.

"You sleep well?" He asked me and I nodded, leaning up to kiss the underside of his chin. There were freckles underneath his chin too and I wondered why I never even noticed.

"I didn't have any nightmares about you." I said calmly. "Thank God. I'm so tired of seeing the same shit when I fall asleep."

Dean ran a hand over my back and kissed my temple. "Good to hear. Maybe they're done and over with."

"I hope so." I muttered but knew that it probably wasn't. If Dean was right in what he had said about the yellow eyed demon, it could be worse. A lot worse and I huddled into the safeness of Dean's arms at the thought.

"Want some waffles?" Sam asked and Dean put a hand over my mouth before I could reply.

"Don't answer that." He warned and glared at Sam. "It's a trick."

I giggled against Dean's hand and kissed his palm. He pulled back with a smile and I nodded at Sammy. "Are they chocolate chip?"

"Well, I wouldn't get you strawberry. God forbid something healthy is eaten."

"Why eat strawberries when things like Twix bars and M&M's have been invented? Not to mention those little muffins with the chocolate chips in them." I smiled happily. "Love those things."

Dean chuckled, ruffling my hair as he stood. "Girl after my own heart."

I grinned and reached over the side of the bed and into our duffel, looking for a shirt to put on before I approached Sam to get the waffles. My hands wrapped around what looked like an old AC/DC shirt and I slipped it over my head, pulling my hair into a loose ponytail.

"So we have a case or what? Can I have two?" I asked Sam and Dean grunted, rolling his eyes. "Don't knock it. You've never had waffles more than twice in your life."

"And both times they were disgusting."

I chuckled at the damn hate he had for the things. He had waffles once when he was little and got the flu, so therefore he threw them up. That was the only reason he hated them, which I could understand. But geez, this blind hate he had? Where was that coming from? Waffles were pancakes with ridges. That's all. It was pretty entertaining when you thought about it.

"Dude, you're a spaz." I said affectionately and rubbed a hand through Dean's hair. He swatted at me, managing to make his hair stick back to the way it was. I rolled my eyes. He worried about his hair more than I did.

Sam sighed. "I was going through newspaper articles on my laptop and came across a bank job being pulled in Milwaukee. According to the article, one of the head buyers of the store robbed the bank then goes home and kills herself."

I made a face that made Dean smirk in amusement. "That doesn't sound like 'Tales of the Crypt'. That sounds like CSI."

"Well, it just doesn't make sense. Who cleans out a display case and then hides the jewels and fries herself with a hairdryer in a tub?" Sam asked Dean and I and I shrugged, pouring syrup on the waffles.

"I don't know. If we don't have any other cases I guess there's no harm in checking it out." I licked syrup off my fingers and plunged a fork into one of the waffles. "Who do we question first?"

Sam shifted around the kitchen counter and watched me eat the waffles, like it was some kind of sacred act. When you're caught in a stare it's said that your brain needs a break. No wonder Dean always looked like he was staring at shiny things.

"I found at least three other articles that matched. Inside job, long-time employee, the never-in-a-million-years type. Guys rob the bank then go home and supposedly commit suicide."

Dean nodded. "Worth checking into. Was there a security guard on watch?"

"Yeah, a Mr. Ronald Resnick. I figure that's who we should go question."

"I just need a shower and to finish these and I'm set to go."

"Alright, I'll get my shower then and you can take yours next." Sam said.

"Thanks for the waffles Sam." I said and he smiled, grabbing clothes and heading into the bathroom.

"Thanks for the waffles Sam…" Dean mocked with a girlish manner and I let out a snort.

"Are you jealous of Sam or you just angry for the fact I may have crossed over to the dark side?" I asked curiously, purposely shoving more waffles into my mouth. "I bet you'd like them if you tried them." I stepped towards him with the Styrofoam container. "Come on, one small bite." I teased, forking a small piece and holding it up to his lips. I made sure my pelvis pressed into his. "I'll make it worth your while." I said sultrily and I felt Dean harden ever so slightly at that through his jeans.

He let out a slow breath between his lips as I rubbed my knee up over his sensitive skin. "Whether I like it or not?"

I smiled and nodded, putting the fork under the container as the syrup dripped. "Oh, but you will like it." I said, suddenly wishing my hands were free so I could grip him through his jeans. The material against his skin would drive him crazy, hell it would drive me crazy just feeling him. But I settled with my knee, the touches getting harsher as it moved back and forth. Finally he gripped my knee and stopped me, taking a shuddering breath before he lost it in his pants.

He leaned down and took the waffle off the fork, chewing it thoughtfully for a moment. Suddenly, he grimaced as he swallowed and I frowned. Oh, come on. It couldn't have been that bad. It was a pancake, basically, with chocolate chips and syrup. That's what it boiled down too. I knew he wasn't going to make this easy for me.

I rolled my eyes. "Whatever, you drama queen." I said and set the container down and went to head in the bathroom as Sam came out ten minutes later, steam rolling behind him like a train.

"Hey, what about my reward for that?"

I cocked my head to the side, smiling. "I'll think about it."

I closed the door behind me, making Dean swear. Before I turned the water on, I heard Dean swear again and Sam burst out laughing. I didn't open the door; I just kind of put my ear on it and listened.

"Dude, what are doing?" Sam was asking, barely even speaking the sentence without laughing.

"You tell her and I'll kill you." Dean threatened.

"What that you—?"

"Yes," Dean bit out, his mouth full with something. "I like the fucking waffles."

I smirked, a wide grin set on my face as I got in the shower. Totally knew it.

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