Abducted: Part Three (SPN | Dean x Reader )

Chapter 22: The Monster Who Weote Those Books

August 2015

Of course, all good things must come to an end and your lazy, blissful day together was no different. Shortly after seven o'clock came around again, you were greeted with a text message from Cass.

- House Dates @7:30? -

You had to chuckle at his use of emoji added after the question mark, but hells yeah you were up to watching House Dates. Even if it meant leaving the comfort of your room to go watch it in your old one with the angel. You wouldn't dare ask Dean to stop his current choice of movie halfway through and the last thing you needed to hear was him calling the contestants all a bunch of douchebags again. So you looked up from where your head had been happily resting in his lap and asked. "Do you care if I skip out on the rest of The Goonies and go watch House Dates with Cass?"

"That's who texted you?" His chin squashed into his neck to glance down. As unflattering as the angle would have been on anyone else, he still managed to look good and you admired him a little too long so he had to ask you another question to get your attention. "What was so funny?"

"The emojis he sent with it. Here," you said and handed him your phone.

He took the device out of your hand and tilted it so he could see it properly. "A house, a clock, and a heart. That's it? Do you laugh like that at any of my messages?"

"You rarely text me!"

Before making his next retort, he smirked at you, knowing full well he was about to push your buttons. "Well, I don't need to when you're next to me all the time now do I?"

You glared back at him but said nothing.

"What about before, when we always left you behind in the bunker?"

Maybe you did, a little, but he didn't need to know that. "Do you think I'm twelve or something?" you asked sarcastically.

He wagged his eyebrows but didn't answer your question, choosing, "Yeah, you did," instead, to answer his own before dramatically sighing. "Go ahead. I ain't stopping you... But don't you think it's a little hypocritical to watch those asshats when you were upset over Charles watching us?"

Okay, wrong insult but you were close.

"I still am upset, mister I can't let you out of my sight." He grinned at you that time. "Besides, they signed up for it, we didn't," you said as you sat up and leant over to give him a quick peck on the lips, leaving him to watch his own terrible viewing choice while you went to enjoy yours.

You pulled the door closed behind you only to hear your phone ping in your jean pocket once again and you fished it out as you started walking. Dean's name flashed across the screen before it went black and your eyebrow raised. He'd sent you a string of emojis, innocent on their own, but very suggestive when placed in the order he had sent them in and that time you really did laugh like a schoolgirl. The man was too darn witty.

You sent a quick heart back to him, only to receive the following,

- I put a lot of effort into that
and that's all I get? -

With a chuckle, you stopped in the hall, took a quick glance to make sure no one else was there and then pulled your shirt back to send him a cleavage shot. That earned you a heart and you continued on your way with a spring in your step.

Even though it meant doubling back, you decided to make a detour in the opposite direction towards the war room to grab a beer from the mini-fridge Dean kept there. You rounded the corner and entered the large atrium, noticing Sam at work in the library as you passed the large centre table.