Freaks Of Nature (Dean Winchester)

Cleaning

I grabbed my phone and put on my playlist, soon enough I was scooting around the house, belting out lyrics. I finished moping and sweeping the main areas (areas I skipped were ones I was too lazy too do) of the bunker. It was boring as hell, but it was worth it! I went back to the dining table and grabbed the new sheets and pillow cases. They were a creamy white, and soft. I smiled at my choices, I started in my room, then Sam's. I opened the door, I saw a couple dirty clothes on the floor so I picked them up and threw them into a hamper. I try not to pay attention to things in their rooms much, so I don't accidentally discover things I don't want to. I swiftly took the sheets and pillow cases off, quickly discarding them the same way I did his clothes, replacing them with the new ones. I smiled and took the dirty hamper away, coming back to do the same to Dean's room, singing lyrics to myself,
"You shoot me down, but I won't fall. I am titaniuuuum... Stone-hard, machine gun. Firing at the ones who run. Stone-hard, as bullet proof gl-"
I made it to his door, I looked at it. I don't know why I was hesitating. It just felt weird, almost like invading privacy. I didn't count it as invading privacy, but I had a weird sensation settling in the pit of my stomach.
I opened the door, and entered into a small room. It wasn't small but it was normal size. He had weapons spread out along his walls and bookshelves. I couldn't help but stand in the doorway and look, I realized I was being creepy and got to work. Even though I went excruciatingly slow, my finger tips drug against the sheets as I tugged on them. I shuddered at my thoughts and kicked myself.

I took off the pillow and blankets, setting them on the ground and lifting up his mattress to get the sheet off. Only to have magazines fall onto the floor, I picked them up and instantly went into a giggle fit. I sighed and whispered to myself, "Nice porno mags Dean. Honestly thought you could do better." I laughed so hard tears came from the corners of my eyes. I finished putting on the sheets, setting the mags back under the bed carefully. I took the pillows out of their cases, still laughing until a knife came out of one. I sighed, damn. Now I definitely felt like I was invading privacy. I finished putting the cases on the pillows and put the knife back. His room was done, now it's my break time! I rushed out of the room, closing the door behind me. I went back to the table and grabbed one of the new movies, Tucker and Dale vs Evil. I never watched it, so I grabbed some snacks and a throw blanket, settling in front of a TV. I snacked and watched it. Almost crying in some parts but laughing my ass off during most of it. I opened my 5th beer and downed it. By now I was giggling, typsy. I managed to crawl myself to bed, almost falling asleep in my doorway.

I woke up hearing someone yelling, "Roxanne?! We are baaaack!" I groaned as the yells made the pounding in my head worse. "Roxa-" "SHUTTHEFUCKUPALREADY!" I heard Dean laugh, and Sam huff. I crawled outta bed and ran into the kitchen, finding them admiring my handy work. I swerved around the corner, slipping and falling on my ass, "Shit!" Sam quickly came over and helped me up, "You oka-" "Don't yell! Damn I'm right here!" He squinted at me, "Hangover?" I squinted back at him, "Maybeeee!" I drug it out, into a long hiss. Dean walked by me, pointing at my hair, "Nice style going on there." I smacked his hand away from me, "Why are you guys back so early?" Sam shrugged, "It was an easy hunt. Also, it's not that early." I stretched my arms and curled my toes, letting out a yawn(scream), "What time is it?" "3:54" Sam said, checking his watch. I frowned, "Ugh, I cleaned so much yesterday." He nodded, "Yea, thanks. You did a good job." I then heard and groan come from Deans room, "Roxanne." I snickered, and went to his door frame, "Yeeeeees?" I smiled sickly sweet. He gave me a flat lipped smile, "You did my sheets?" I nodded and looked away, trying not to laugh, "What about it?" "Did you move anything?" I knew exactly what he was talking about, and I could tell he knew that I knew.
Just by the look on my face, I was biting both of my lips, cheeks red and puffed out, "Noooope! Other than your knife, but I put that back along with your disappointing porno mags."
He physically winced, then tried to cover it up, "I don't know what your talking about."
Sam poked his head in the room, above my shoulder, "Talking about what?"
I shrugged, "I don't know."
Sam nodded, "Guys I'm going on a run."
He left me and Dean, once he was gone I let out my laughter, I couldn't hold it any longer.
Dean crossed his arms disapprovingly, tapping his foot, "Done yet?"
I held up my finger, "No, I'm not. *Gasp* It was so funny. Hahaha!" He shook his head, "I bet if I searched through your room, I would find surprising things! Your not innocent!"
I laughed so hard I snorted, "The most you would find is my smut, and you already found that the first day we met."

He sighed, "I gotta dig some dirt up on you. No fair you get to have all the fun." I smiled, "If I find you in my room, I will stab you." He shrugged, "Doubt you could even hit me. I am the one who taught you after all." I pouted, "You are so confident! I could beat you any day!" He got closer, towering over me, "How about today?"
I looked up at him, trying not to get wrapped up in his wonderful sent of smoke and whiskey. It might not sound like it smells good, but when it's on someone HELLA hot, it smells ten times better. I don't get the logic. My knees were going weak, I am supposed to be getting over him! I'm going against my own decisions! I was going against my instincts by not embracing this moment. His green eyes swallowing mine whole.
"Sur-"
*Buzz buzz*
I jumped by my phone buzzing in my pocket, I looked at the caller ID. Kevin was calling me. I answered the phone, "Hey Kevin!" I saw Dean's face twist into something I never seen on him. "Hey Roxanne, can we hang out tonight? Maybe at the bar?" I wanted to scream no into the phone, I wanted anything to stay with Dean. I don't care if he just wanted a quick fuck, I would be broken hearted in the end, but overall in my mind, it would be worth it. Of course I didn't go easy on myself. "Sure, what time?" I heard him snicker, "How about 8?" I plastered a fake smile, even though I knew he couldn't see it, "Fine for me." "Okay, it's a date!" I almost choked from hearing that. Kevin just asked me out on a date. "See ya then." I hung up and looked back up at Dean, "We are going to have to postpone this showdown." He raised an eyebrow, then wiped all the emotions that confused me away. "Why?" I turned away from him and started my way to my room, glancing back at him, "I'm going on a date." I heard him whisper his oh so famous line that I've heard so many times before,  "Son of a bitch."