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As soon as Dean hands you the beer, he quickly hauls his way back into his and Sam's motel room - grabbing and dragging a very confused Sam with him - before closing the door and running over to two open bottles sitting on top of the mini fridge.
"Dean, wha-"
"Here, drink this, then ask your questions."
Dean says, shoving an open beer into one of Sam's open hands, cutting off any further questions for the moment, just like he did with you.
"But Dean, why are you -"
"Drink. Then ask."
Again, Sam is cut off by Dean as he plops down onto one of the beds, still sitting up, taking sips of his own beer as he eyes his still-confused brother standing in the doorway. Sam glances down at the beer and then up at his brother, who still has this strange look on his face. He almost looks like he's waiting and anticipating for something to happen. Sam finally caves in and takes a few sips as he makes his way to the bed opposite of Dean's. Sam goes to place the bottle on the nightstand before he's interrupted yet again.
"Keep drinking."
"Dean, why do I need to -"
"Dude, just trust me. I'll talk, you drink. Trust me."
Dean sounds serious, so Sam just nods. He still has a confused look plastered along his features, but he takes a few more sips, slowly nursing his drink as Dean begins to explain what the hell is up.
"Now, I know you're wondering why I've been acting a bit off my rocker tonight."
Dean begins and Sam nods in agreement as he takes a few more swigs - starting to feel a bit tired.
"And I'm gonna try to make this short and sweet, cause it looks like you're fadin' pretty fast there."
Sam sees the smirk on Dean's face as he makes that last statement, and now he's really wondering just what's up.
"Well, to put it simply, I'm tired of the back and forth googly eyes, nervousness, flirting, and overall awkwardness between you and (Y/N). So, being the awesome big brother that I am, I may have nabbed a bit of dream root from that witch we ganked tonight. I also managed to get my hands on a piece of hair from (Y/N)'s brush that she keeps stashed in Baby, which she still somehow thinks I don't know about by the way."
Dean gives a quick scoff and head shake - not knowing how anyone could think there's a thing about, on, or in his baby that he doesn't know about.
"Look, I know she likes you, dude. I can hear her sometimes in her sleep, not often, but sometimes, and she does dream about you, man. So just relax, sleep tight, and enjoy the show. Maybe when you finally wake up, we can settle this once and for all. Hmm? Yeah, there ya go."
Dean sees that Sam is fading - and fast. He grabs the beer bottle from Sam's hand before he drops it in his nearly-asleep state. Sam still managed to hear everything his brother said, and (nervously) understands him (knowing that (Y/N) won't be thrilled about this whole set up at all), but doesn't have any energy left to do anything about it or say anything to Dean. So, unwillingly, he lets go and falls into sleep's welcoming and demanding hold.
"Night, Sammy!"
Barely registering his brother's sing-songy voice, Sam closes his eyes and falls back onto the bed. He's out like a light.
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Let Him In
FanfictionWhen Dean has had enough of the constant back and forth flirting between you and Sam, he decides to take matters into his own hands. But, after slipping Sam some dream root, things don't exactly go as planned. (Trigger Warnings!)
