Wild is the Wind

We Watched Grease

Cry me a river sang by Julie London
Honestly I would have preferred a different version but Julie London is pretty cool.

Castiel

"What do you mean you have never seen Grease?"

Dean looked honestly disturbed at the moment looking at me with his perfect eyebrows scrunched on that perfect freckled face.

"I don't know, I just never have?"
I answered, surprised that this was so shocking to him. Between constant anxiety, and being the perfect, well I guess house wife was the term for it, I had never really had time to relax and enjoy a movie.

"We are getting this shit done right now!"

Dean jumped up from the couch, jogging over to the vcr player and put in the tape. He settled back down on the couch beside me, so close our thighs were touching.

"Don't you think this is a little close?" I questioned sarcastically. He smiled and then "yawned" putting his arm around me.

I starred laughing at this point. "Smooth, really smooth Dean."

"Like jazz."

I rolled my eyes and got comfortable.

.....TIME SKIPPP............

Awake Dean is almost as adorable as sleepy Dean.

I tried to wake him up, but all he did was mumble and eventually he curled up on me. So I sat here for a while.

Honestly, Dean wasn't a peaceful sleeper. He mumbled a lot in his sleep, and his eyebrows scrunched together.

It was a bit awkward; half of me wanted to stroke his face and hair and the other half was extremely uncomfortable. I decided to go with the uncomfortable feeling and I slowly got up and Dean stretched out on the couch.

That's when my phone began to buzz on the table. I never get a break.

I took the phone and walked into Dean's room.

"Hello."

Dolan laughed. Then there was a pause of silence. "Hey I think we should talk..."

I inhaled sharply through my nose.
"Yeah and I don't really want to talk on the phone right now."

"Well I didn't say I wanted to talk on the phone, I'm right outside actually."

"Dammit Dolan!"

I put down the phone  from ear for a minute. He never gave me a choice. If I didn't go outside he would do something stupid.

I put the phone up to my ear, "I'm coming out there."

I hung up the phone. I walked out of Dean's room and down the hallway to the living room. He was still sleeping.

I opened the door quietly, and stepped out of the house.

Dolan was standing there, his back turned and he was leaning on one foot more than the other. "I'm not here to be an asshole."