Plot: You do a habit of yours and Dean think it's cute. Nah, it's not romantic.
Your POV
I looked at the map where it supposedly lead us to the Wendigo but it frustrated me even more that those maps mean nothing compared to what the creature trailed to. Hell, we're all just guessing. Even the nerdy moose.
"Y/N?" Dean abruptly asked. I scowled a 'what' to him and he smiled warmly to me. "Why do you do that with your nose?" He chuckled.
"What?" I softened and became insecure. What's he talking about?
"I notice it when you're so stressed out, but you scrunch it up billions per minute." He chuckled again and chugged down his beer. He sighed after and continued to scan me with his lips pursed to contain himself from laughing.
Now that I notice it, yeah, I do do it. I tried stopping it when I was aware of if but it made things even worse. I became even more stressed out until Dean laughed again. I looked at him and glared with my nose scrunched again. I groaned and held my nose.
Dean cracked up laughing with his face buried in his hands. I huffed and crossed my arms. "That's not cute." I pouted. Dean laughed harder and he calmed himself for a minute.
"Listen, I know you're a— an adorable fluffball entitled 'hunter', but look at me. One of the best hunters ever and I'm adorable as Pikachu. Jeez, even Pikachu is nothing compared— I am more adorable than that tiny orange squid." He huffed, crossed his arms and made me convinced he's losing his tiny mind.
I rolled my eyes and he cracked up laughing again.
— boring *sigh*. but ain't dean adorable though?
— look on the brightside, i'm getting my shit togetehr and i'm updating again.
— also, cam you think of a band or artist that can be in the next imagine? just think
