The Monster At The End Of This Book
"Here, don't move." Dean placed Wyatt in the empty clothes basket before pushing himself up to sit on top of the table before picking up the papers Chuck had given us. Dean nudged the basket with his foot, sending it rolling over toward me. "I'm sitting in a Laundromat, reading about myself in a Laundromat, reading about myself. My head hurts."
"There's gotta be something this guy's not telling us." Sam stated as he tossed some of his clothes in the washer.
"'Sam tossed his gigantic darks into the machine. He was starting to have doubts about Chuck, whether he was telling the whole truth.'" Dean read.
"Dean, take our child out of the clothes basket and fold these." I said, turning to drop a large load of clean clothes into the basket with Wyatt. He laughed. I pushed the cart back to Dean.
"Not a chance, sweetheart." Dean smiled, nudging it back to me before lifting Evie up to sit next to him.
"Stop it." Sam turned to Dean.
"''Stop it,' Sam said."" Dean reads. "Guess what you do next."
Sam turned around.
"'Sam turned his back on Dean, his face brooding and pensive.'" Dean reads, making me laugh a little. "I mean, I don't know how, but this guy is doing it. I can't see your face, but those are definitely your brooding and pensive shoulders."
Millie ducked under Sam's arm to peek up at him. "Yep, brooding and pensive face is here."
"You just thought I was a dick." Dean stated.
Sam turned to look at Dean. "Guy's good."
"You also just thought and quote 'Millie is annoying but cute.'" Dean pointed out.
I turned back to the washing machine, leaning over to pull the clothes out of toss them in the dyer. "I don't understand why you're so brooding and pensive about it, Sam."
"Hmm." Dean hummed.
"Eyes are up here, Dean." I turned around to face him.
"I'm aware." Dean replied.
"Fold these clothes, please." I pushed the basket toward him, making Wyatt laugh.
"Give me a kiss."
I sighed, moving toward him. I stood between his leg, pushing myself up onto my tiptoes to kiss him. His hand slipped into my hair.
"Ew." Evie complained. "No. Stop."
"You heard her." I pulled back. "Now fold the clothes."
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"So you wrote another chapter?" Sam asked as we stood in Chuck's living room.
"This was so much easier before you were real." Chuck stated.
"We can take it." I said as I stood between Dean's legs, leaning back against his chest.
Dean looked at me a moment. "I'll do as you have suggested and keep my thoughts to myself." He looked back at Chuck. "Just spit it out."
"You especially are not gonna like this." Chuck told him.
"I didn't like hell."
"It's Lilith. She's coming for Sam." Chuck stated.
"No, really?" Millie asked. "I was hoping it'd be funny."
"Coming to kill him?" Dean asked.
"No, coming to braid his hair." Millie replied.
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Guided {Dean Winchester 4}
Fanfiction"You came back." I whispered, gripping him tight. "You're here." "I'm here." He whispered back, lips brushing my shoulders as his arms wound around me. "I'm here. I'll never leave you again." I was so happy I wanted to cry. I wanted to hold him here...
