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Dean's pov

I laid back on my bed, my arm covering my face.

I didn't want to move, it was so warm under my 12 blankets, but the continuous beeping of my phone wouldn't let me fall back asleep.

"What?" I groaned, getting pissed off when I heard the laughter on the other end of the phone.

"Well hello to you too."

"What do you want?" I asked Cook.

"Just wanted to say hello."

"There you said hello." I almost pulled the phone away from my ear but his laughter brought the phone back to my ear.

"Someone's grumpy."

"Someone's being an ass." I replied quickly.

"Someone needs a nap."

"Yes, this someone does need a nap, which means you someone should fuck off."

"But this someone is not going to fuck off."

I grumbled, squeezing my eyes shut.

"I hate you."

"Come hang out." I opened my eyes again, staring up at the painted ceiling.

"I just said I hate you and you want to hang out with me."

"Of course I do."

I closed my eyes once again.

"You're cute."

I felt heat rise to my cheeks. "I have to go."

"Oh come on." Cook protested.

"My sister's calling me." I made up a lie quickly. "Bye." I hung up quickly and held my fist against my forehead, biting my bottom lip at the same time. "You're an idiot Dean." I muttered to myself and threw my phone to the end of my bed.

I'm sorry it's so short, I tried

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