I need you.

Useless note you can skip: I honestly don't know what this is. But please give me a chance, it'll eventually turn into something. But Supernatural and the characters don't belong to me, obviously. I'm just borrowing them or whatever. The point of a story is to tell it.

Chapter 1: Why am I thinking about you?
Set in season 11 episode 11, Into the Mystic.

Dean was getting into bed, ready to go to sleep after the shit that happened that day.
He put himself into his regular defensive, ready to get up and fight stance, well not really since he was going to sleep. He was drifting finally for three seconds when he shoved the blanket off himself and sat upright. What did she mean I'm in love? He thought, the memory of the kind lady telling him he's in love flashing in his mind. Dean wasn't in love, and especially not in love with God's twisted sister, it was more a sickly trance of desire to be near her, like a mindless minion towards their master. Who could he possibly be in apparently love with then, he thought as he pushed back his hair in frustration. His tired, yet frustrated mind flashed him an image of, Cas!? Why was he thinking of Cas? A voice in his head taunted him, when do you not think of him? He pushed that annoying voice out of his head. He focused hard on nothing, thinking oddly. He was probably just worried about him, his tired knew-better-than-that mind concluded. But a split-second-thought he immediately forced down said, you know very well how you feel about him.
Dean hardly slept that night.

Useless Authors Note: Well. That happened. It's like, 11:20 pm, I have school tomorrow, I'm going to regret this, I'm sorry my vocabulary is very, smart? I don't know I can speak dictionary one second, hill-billy next.
So yea, I hope you liked this bless you if you read it. Or just, I hope something awesome happens to you.
Yea.
-Fatima.
Yea, Fatima. That's my name.