FLASHBACK: DEAN'S POV
I stood by the bar next to an attractive young blonde girl wearing black heels and a sleek black cocktail dress. I was vaguely aware of Ellie flirting with the bartender a little ways away, but focused most of my attention on the girl in front of me. We were each holding a shot glass filled with a purple nurple, getting ready to toast with them.
"Here's to," she started.
"Here's to us," I supplied.
We clinked the shot glasses together and drank.
"My God, you are attractive," the young woman voiced, staring at me.
"Thanks, but no time for that now," I dismissed her. "You need to tell me about this urban legend. Please. Lives are at stake."
"Sorry, I just... can't even concentrate... it's like staring... into the sun."
She reached up, pulling me in for a slow kiss...
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"You have got to be kidding me," I scoffed.
"What?" Dean snapped at me.
"There is no way she said that to you, Dean."
"Why not?"
"'Staring into the sun'? You're not that much of a hotshot, Winchester."
"Would you shut up and let me tell the story?"
I held my hands up in a gesture of surrender and Dean continued.
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FLASHBACK CONTINUED: DEAN'S POV
While we were kissing, Sam came up behind me with an extremely dubious expression on his face and his jacket slung over his shoulder.
"Dean! What do you think you're doing?" he addressed me in a prissy tone accompanied by an extreme bitchface.
"Sam, please," I glanced back at him, remaining extremely smooth and casual. "If you wouldn't mind, give me five minutes here."
"Dean, this is a very serious investigation. We don't have any time for your blah blah blah blah. Blah blah blah blah. Blah blah blah blah!"
I leaned in to kiss the girl again as Sam continued "blah-ing" behind me.
"Blah!"
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It was Sam's turn to interrupt Dean.
"Right! Cause that's how it really happened," he said sarcastically.
Dean shrugged as Sam glared at him.
"I don't sound like that, Dean!"
"That's what you sound like to me."
Bobby stared from Dean to me to Sam and back with an incredulous expression on his face.
"Okay, what's going on with you three?"
"Nothing," Sam dismissed him. "No, it's nothing."
"No, come on," Bobby insisted. "You three are bickering like old married couples."
Dean rose from his and my bed, crossing over to the kitchenette as he spoke.
"No, see married couples can get divorced. Me and him, we're like, uh, Siamese twins."
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Dawson's Daughter | {BOOK 1}
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