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Chapter 24: Cheering Up

A/N: I know I said I wouldn t update on Saturdays still, and that's still my plan, but I've seen so much love and support from you guys lately (like even more than usual and I didn't even think that was possible) and that has made me really want to get another chapter out. So here it is! Thank you guys so much for all your kind words and support. I can't tell you enough how much it means to me! Love you all and see you in the comments😉
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There was a knock at your door and you groaned, sleep clinging too tightly to you. "Go away." You pulled the scratchy wool blanket up closer to your chin and snuggled deeper into the blankets.

You could hear the sound of the door hinges creaking in protest as someone opened the door. "It's me," Dean said quietly.

For reasons that didn't make sense, the sound of his voice made your blood boil. It was because of him that you couldn't go on the hunt. It was Dean's fault and it was all because he was a womanizer. You were infuriated with him.

Your eyes opened and you jumped out of bed, ready to let him have it. "You're such a jerk," you yelled. "You screwed up the hunt just to go to some crappy bar and have cheap sex." Truth be told, you were more upset with him for having a one night stand than postponing the hunt. The hunt could wait. The fact that he didn't see you the way you wanted him to...that would never heal.

You started pitifully beating your fists off his chests while you cried for the umpteenth time. "You're a jerk," you whimpered softly as you sank back onto the hard mattress and buried your head into your hands, feeling incredibly stupid and pathetic. You weren't sure where that outburst came from and felt embarrassed.

Dean crouched in front of you and tugged at wrists to reveal your tear stained face. "What makes you think I was having sex?" He rested a hand on your thigh. The only thing between his hand and your skin was the threadbare pajama pants you were wearing. You couldn't help but wonder if he could feel your breathing become erratic.

"Sam," you mumbled, not wanting to talk about the subject.

"Sweetheart, that couldn't be further from the truth." He removed his hand from your thigh and reached on the floor beside him. When he brought it back up, you were shocked to see a bouquet of peach and blue wildflowers. "Sorry they aren't professionally arranged. I was out trying to buy some, and there aren't many places around here that sell flowers I guess."

"Dean..." You couldn't think of anything to say to him. The gesture was incredible, professionally arranged or not. It was actually sweeter that he handpicked them from the side of the road or a field or something. It means he went out of his way to get them for you.

"Oh, I also got you a pie. But I, uh, I kinda ate some of it before I got back."

You laughed and his eyes lit up as he grinned widely at you. He stood from his crouched position and sat beside you on the bed. You couldn't help yourself and pulled him into a hug. Your face buried into his neck as his hand rested on the back of your head. "What was this even for?" you questioned when you let go of each other.

He shrugged. "I figured flowers and pie would cheer anyone up, at least a little."

"Thank you."

As he grabbed your hand and led you out of the room, you realized that you were never going to stop crushing on the hunter. He was tough and rough around the edges, he drove you mad with all of the times he tried to make you stay behind, yet you had fallen for him. You didn't understand why you were drawn to him like you were. Sam was easier to get along with and he was nice from day one. Somehow, though, you wanted Dean.