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Ch. 4 Staying the Night.

I sat there for an hour, and eventually we were sitting his quaint kitchen. Dean leaning against the counter humming like an idiot, me sitting at a stool by the counter. "How long am I going to have to stay here exactly?" I asked, and Dean smiled at me. "As long as you want kitten." He answered, before he could go to stroke my face I slapped his hand away. He chuckled, "Seriously Dean," I complained, rolling my eyes. Dean sighed, "Well, I'm saying at least one night." He answered seriously. Sighing, I combed my fingers through my hair before the strands returned back to the sides of my face. "Ideally the guy would at least buy the girl a drink before he took her to his house for the night." I teased, Dean grinned at me.
"Sorry babe, didn't know what you liked." He responded, flashing me his perfect white teeth. "Whatever." I retorted, leaning forward, resting my elbows on the table. Dean leaned forward too, a glint his eyes. "Are you going to stand there and stare at me all night?" I asked, widening my eyes feigning innocence. "Only if you want me to." He answered, leaning in more. Despite my best instincts, my heart fluttered, and Dean chuckled as he heard it pick up. "You're an unfairly attractive piece of shit." I snapped, "Whoa kitten, no need to scratch, it's just cute." Dean teased, stroking my head like you would a cat's. Which naturally made me more pissed. "Now you're pouting, even cuter." His grin widened as my getting pissed off was becoming more evident.
He cocked his head to the side, batting his eyelashes, "Is this the part where you threatened to stab me?" He asked teasingly, faking innocence. "Asshole." I snapped, ripping the fork from the counter and throwing it with enough force to stab him. This sent Dean into a fit of laughter as he easily swirled out of the way. It clattered against the wall and fell harmlessly. "I do love a girl with a temper." He continued, "Well I hate guys who manage to get a pack of savage wolves to stalk me." I retorted, Dean chuckled. "Whatever kitten, you love me." He taunted easily. "Maybe in your dreams." I retorted, rolling my eyes.
We bantered for a couple hours, then it started turning dark outside, and Dean brought out a few blankets, resting them on the couch for me. "Thanks I guess." I said, sliding out of my shoes, "Well considering you being here is my fault, there's no real reason to thank me." He responded, "Wow, I expected you to say something along the lines of, 'No need to thank me, every kitten needs a good blanket to sleep on.' " I admitted, Dean winked, "I didn't have to evidently." He teased, and I rolled my eyes. Dean patted my head, as if to make fun of my short height of 5'3. "You're even cuter when you're shorter." He taunted. "Short enough to impale you right through your stupid spine." I grumbled. "Ouch." Dean pretended to be in pain.
"I'm going to sleep." I announced, dropping right down onto the couch. "If I wake up, and you're just staring at me, I will run outside shouting about where you are." I added, Dean raised his hands in a surrendering gesture, "Okay, whatever her majesty pleases." He teased, and I sighed, knowing not matter what I did, Dean would always have a hundred different nicknames to call me. "You are such a dork." I muttered, which made Dean grin crookedly, "Did you just realize that?" He asked, and I laid on the couch. "Whatever, I'm going to sleep." I answered in whisper, snuggling underneath the blankets to get comfortable. When I saw Dean staring at me with a stupid smile, "I will slit your throat in your sleep." I threatened, he laughed, "Sometimes I don't understand how someone so cute could be so violent." He commented, going into what I assumed was his room.
Rolling my eyes, I snuggled deeper against his couch. It smelled like him, and I closed my eyes. Honestly, I hated sleeping on couches, but I wasn't going to complain. I didn't want Dean thinking I was some incompetent rich girl who couldn't handle sleeping on a couch. So after a while of laying there, staring at the cushions, my eyes drooped closed, and slowly fell asleep.
When I woke up, I was disoriented, then I realized I was in Dean's bed. It smelled so strongly of him, I had to crinkle my nose. Looking around, his bed sheets and blankets were all grey. My legs were twisted up in the sheets, when I looked over, he wasn't there. I realized he must've picked me up and put in the bed, and traded places with me. That's so sweet! My mind exclaimed, and I prayed that he was asleep, because my heart started thumping as I flushed red.
After getting myself under control, I sat up, and walked out as quiet as possible, and saw Dean. His eyes were closed but he was grinning. He'd heard my heart beat.
"You're such an asshole." I complained, Dean's eyes flicked open and he looked at me, "That's a nice way to wake someone up, morning sunshine." He commented sarcastically. "Whatever." I retorted, rolling my eyes. Dean sat up, his appearance was rumpled but he was still more attractive than any another guy I've met. Just woken up or not.
What a complete douche.
Still, why did I always find myself wanting to be around him, even when it could cost me my life?