Written in first person.
-Your Point Of View-
"...When it's nine in the afternoon." I sang along smiling slightly. The Winchesters were out at some bar near here. I didn't go because I didn't want to deal with drunk people so. A couple minutes later and the motel door was slammed open. I yelped and looked over.
Upon seeing my two friends enter, Dean drunker than ever, Sam helping him in. I frowned and rushed to help my friend.
"He drank a bit to much." Sam muttered, sensing I was slightly pissed off at Dean for getting this drunk. "You don't say." I replied quickly, just waiting to get Dean laying on his bed. I glanced over at the clock and saw it was Eight Fifty-Five. Geez, it's not even midnight and he's drunk.
"It's almost nine. Wow, it's early." I scoffed lightly at that and shook my head. "Sam, why don't you go sleep in my room. I'll keep him company and from choking in his own vomit." I said, sitting on the edge of Deans bed. Sam nodded and walked off to my room. I looked down at Dean and frowned.
"When are you gonna learn. Staying sober is better than being drunk my friend. It also feels way better in the morning." I mumble messing with his hair. He curled up slightly and a smiled a little bit. "Sam. Can I tell you something?" I heard Dean mumble. So, he thought I was Sam. Interesting. I mumble a 'Yeah' and he stuttered on, "I-I love (Y/N). She's just so amazing." I sat, frozen still. I glanced over at the clock and saw the time was Nine o'clock. I smiled and kissed his forehead.
"I love you, Dean."
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A/N I never put the 'too' after someone tells me they love me. It makes it seem like I'm agreeing with them and I don't want to agree with them. I want to tell them I love them so yeah. That's why I do that.
Anywho.
Random question of the chapter:
Favorite song lyric?
Mines 'let me paint this clear, Life is short, my dear'
(That's from Jenny by Nothing more if you wanted to know)
Yup. Okay. Have a good day and farewell.
~Emily
