Dean's POV
“SAAAAAAAMMMM!!” I yell, trying to find him in the bunker. I hear him in the library, then see him actually asleep, drooling on his laptop. I smack him on the back, trying to wake him up. He sits up slowly, blinking his eyes awake, saying groggily, “Wh-what Dean? You okay?” I say, anxiously, “Yeah, yeah, breathing, whatever. What’s this mean?” I pretty much shove the letter at him, and he takes it, still trying to get his eyes to adjust. I hear something behind me, a light shuffling of feet, and turn, seeing Daisy rubbing her eyes. She asks, “Is you good? I heard you screaming.” I chuckle, saying, “Nice hair; only Sam could like that.” She glares at me, squinting her eyes, replying, “Shut up, pretty boy.” Sam seems to be reading it several times, then he looks at me. He says simply, “She loves you too, Dean.” I feel like I could float up to the ceiling. “Wh-wha-really? But why’d she say she’s sick? Is she okay?” They both look at each other, then Daisy says, “Don’t worry; she’s perfectly fine. Promise.”
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أدب الهواةAlly left the bunker, and Dean isn't okay with it. Sam and Ally's best friend (who is also Sam's girlfriend) are trying to keep Dean alive, but will the succeed? Will Ally ever come back to Dean? I actually wrote this story, with the help of my best...
