What's That?

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Request for Brookemcceaa
I hope this is what you wanted darling... If not I'm very sorry.

What's that?

(Y/n) sat in the library with her feet propped up on the table, a book rested against her thighs. She read it with an absolute straight face, despite it was a rather "risqué" book. 50 Shades of Grey.

Dean came into the room, which brought a little red coloring to her cheeks, but she remained stoic faced.

"Hey babe," Dean said lightly massaging (y/n)'s shoulders, as she closed the book, embarrassed.

"Hi," she squeaked.

"What are you reading?" He asked.

"Um, nothing. J-just a little light reading for fun," Dean eyed her inquisitively.

"Come on, let me see it," he said reaching over her.

She stretched her arms away from her body, keeping the book away from her prying boyfriend.
"You wouldn't like it baby, it's a girly book,"

"That's nice," he replied still trying to grab at it, now more curious about why she didn't want him to see it than anything else.

Finally Dean toppled over (y/n) and the chair she was still sitting on, successfully snatching the book out of her hands as he fell.

"HA!" He chided, staying on the floor but now lying on his back under the table. He opened the book to the page she was on and began to read to himself.

(Y/n) stood up as quietly as she could, and tip toed out of the room to go hide. She had just made it to the room she shared with Dean, when he came walking up briskly behind her.

He took her hand and walked into the room with her, he looked back to (y/n) and handed her the book.

"We are most definitely trying that,"

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