Our Pasts - Supernatural

Chapter 7

When you woke up you felt Dean's arms wrapped around your waist and his head in the crook of your neck, fast asleep. You looked over at him and smiled, then you looked at the clock. It was 4:00 am. You could sleep for another few hours. You burrowed your nose into the pillow and drifted off. A couple hours later you heard the door open. "Hey, (Y/N), have you seen- oh! Never mind, found 'im." you knew he was looking for Dean.

"Shut up Sammy."

"Waw! Somebody's moody! I need to talk to him." you nodded and elbowed Dean in the ribs.

"Owwww!!! What was that?!"

"Sam needs to talk to you." you felt him leave and you sat up.

You saw him leave and you threw off the covers and stood up. You hadn't expected the floors to be this cold. You got into your robe and went into the bathroom. You turned on the water and stepped in. Somehow you forgot to lock the door and you heard a very faint recording of Metallica. You looked up and Dean wasn't paying attention and walked in, headphones turned up loud. You let out a shriek and yelled at him to get out. He was paralyzed with embarassment and didn't move. You grabbed the nearest thing, a shampoo bottle, and threw it as hard as you could in his direction. It hit him squarely between the eyes and that brought him to his senses. He ran out as fast as he could and slammed the door.

When you got out you heard Sam ask "Dean! What happened?" you fail to stifle your laughter and you crack up while Dean gives you a dirty look. "She threw a bottle of shampoo at me!"

"That's what you get for walking in on me while I was in the shower!" Sam looked very uncomfortable.

"Ummm...who wants pizza? I want pizza, I'm gonna go get some..." and he fled from the room. When he came back you ate in silence.

Dean went to bed early and you went to go check on him on your way to your room. You opened the door to see a silently crying Dean.

"Dean?"

"Leave me alone."

"What is it?" he said nothing.

You sat down on the bed and scooted closer. "I wanted to kill you both. You for laughing and Sam for not helping. It's the mark, (Y/N), I can't control it." you put your arm around his shoulders and stayed like that for a long time. Then he looked up at you, and leaned in closer. The space in between you closed and your lips met.

Hey guys! I havent written anything in a while and i thought i should for a very special reason. Happy Birthday Jensen!!!!!!!!<3<3<3 It warms my heart to see all of these nice people who love Jensen Ackles! See you!