Dean's Cowgirl /✔

Chapter Twenty-Two

Dave was the driver home because he wasn't old enough to drink. he was only seventeen. I was twenty two, Cara was twenty one, and Dean was twenty four. so when we were all ready to go home, I guess we got in the truck and left. but somehow, he had ditched me and Dean at Cara's house and took Cara with him instead, because I woke up in her bed, naked with Dean next to me. I almost laughed. I got up and picked up Dean's flannel shirt and put it on. I walked to the kitchen in her crazy small house and found my bra on the floor. I picked it up and took it back to the bedroom. I gathered up all our clothes and put them in a pile in Cara's bedroom. I then started hunting for my phone and ibprophen. my head pounded, making the light brighter than it should be and the sounds louder than they should be. I found the ibprophen and helped myself to two of them. then I continued to look for my phone. I found it in Cara's work room. it had a desk with her apple computer and a shelf with cameras and lighting stands. she was a professional photographer, and I had no clue what most of this stuff was, but my phone was in here. I picked it up from under her desk and stood up. I glanced at her desk and stopped moving. there, was an entire album on her computer labeled: bestest friend in the world, my cuuzzz. I smirked at that. she still called me her cuuuzzzz. I opened the album and found a lot of pictures. most of them were from when we were in high school, but there were a few from when we were toddlers that my mom or her dad had taken. I scrolled through them, chuckling at the funny faces we were making.

"is there any damned ibprophen?" I jumped, looking back to see Dean, rubbing his forehead and shielding his eyes. I don't remember much from last night but judging by his reaction to his hangover, he drank way more than I did. which wasn't surprising because he always had a beer in his hand when he wasn't hunting something. I stood up and grabbed his hand. he completely covered his eyes and I led him to the kitchen. well, more like he grabbed my hip and followed me. I grabbed the ibprophen and shook out two of them. I grabbed a glass from the cupboard and filled it with water.

"open." I said. he opened his mouth and I put the ibprophen in his mouth, and the glass of water into his hand. he downed the whole cup then peeked out from his hand and headed back to Cara's bedroom. I held up my phone and noticed the battery was at two percent. I quickly dialed Cara's number and heard her phone ring. I turned, seeing it sitting on the counter. I groaned and hung up. then I called Dave. he answered on the second ring.

"hello?" he said. I could hear his sleepy voice.

"Dave I need you to come get us." I said into the phone.

"um, no because if I'm going out there I'd like to make only one trip. so I'm gonna wait until Cara wakes up." he snickered. "looks like you're stuck there."

"you bastard. you're such a piece of-" a beeping noise cut me off. I put my phone down to see the battery had just died. shit. I turned and walked back to where Dean was. he was laying on the bed. he had his jeans on but not his shirt. obviously, I mentally smacked myself, I was wearing it. I climbed up on the bed and lay down across his chest, laying my head over his heart. I listened to it beat in a slow rhythm. I fell asleep on his chest, listening to his breathing and heart beat.

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I woke up, jumping up at a knock at the doorbell. Cara must have forgotten to grab her house keys before they left. Dean was still snoring under me in his jeans. his looked so peaceful. I smacked his chest, leaving a pink handprint on his bicep and his eyes fluttered open. he looked at me confused.

"Cara's home." I said. his eyes widened. I jumped off of him before he could push me off. I put on my underwear and clothes and gave him his shirt. he put it on and walked to the kitchen searching for food. I glanced at the clack and saw that it was almost one in the afternoon.

"tell me you didn't have sex in my bed." Cara's angry comment startled me.

"I honestly can't remember anything." I said, shrugging. she groaned.

"so you did. and even if you can't remember it, you know it happened." I eyed her, knowing it was true.

"where's Dave?" I asked.

"you're dad asked him to plow the field so he dropped me off first." she shrugged. I nodded. she went into her bedroom to get clothes and I could hear her very loud "Noooo!" when she saw the bed. I almost giggled. then I saw her rip off all the sheets and blankets, wearing a pair of pink rubber gloves. she carried the bundle to the yard and dropped in on the grass next to the lake. then she sprayed the grass around the heap of blankets with water and got a match, striking it. I would offer to take her blanket instead of her burning it, but lord knows how many times she's had a one night stand in it. plus it would just be another weird memory. she tossed the match on the blankets and watch them slowly catch on fire.

suddenly my stomach heaved, and I leaned into a bush, throwing up. Dean held my hair out of my face and patted my back. when I stood up I saw that Cara's face mirrored my own mortified look.

"guess that hangover was worse than you thought, huh?" Dean chuckled. I looked at him, my eyes wide and shook my head. he looked at me puzzled.

"i'll be right back. gonna go to the store real quick. make sure that fire doesn't spread!" Cara ran to her car, not even grabbing her shoes. Dean walked over to the fire and put it out with the hose. then he carried the charred blankets to the trash bin and I just watched him. a mixture of happiness and dread washed over me as I sat at the kitchen table, drinking some warm tea. the smell of coffee made me gag.