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Chapter 33: Catch Up

A/N: Hey my beautiful lovelies! I still feel like the worst author ever because this took me far too long to get done. I appreciate all of your patience and continued support, which I know I say a lot. Especially since I've been slacking so much in this whole update schedule thing. I've also been struggling with serious writer's block. Which is dumb because I know where I'm taking this, it's just a matter of getting the in between stuff. I don't know...I'm rambling.

Hopefully, with Christmas break here, I can sincerely work on lots of chapters. I think things should be much easier with my semester being over. Keep up the love, support, and comments, because you guys are what motivate me to keep writing, even when I slack off.

I love you guys so much! Thank you for all you do for me!!

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"Why are you doing this?" you asked Dean as your bodies were pressed together.

"I don't know." His voice sounded louder and deeper with your ear rested against his chest. "I came in here to check on you, and this just felt like the right thing to do."

You weren't going to complain. It was nice to be so close to him and to feel wanted and like maybe you had a chance with him. It was a farfetched hope, but you allowed it to exist anyway. Chuck and Lorelai seemed to think he loved you as more than just a sister, and they were supernatural beings. Maybe they were right.

They probably weren't...

The song ended all too soon, and you didn't want to separate from him in any way. His arms were comforting.

"See, I told ya you could dance." He grinned at down at you as you stepped away.

You ignored his comment. "So how about that beer?"

'That sounds awesome."

Dean walked out of the room close to your side, so close that your arms occasionally brushed together. The more you thought of him and the proximity of your bodies, the more you felt a deep heat settling inside you. It was frustrating because you knew nothing would ever come of that feeling.

"Hey, Sammy, look who decided to join us." Dean called out.

Sam walked out of the kitchen with a huge grin on his face, and a few beers in his hands. "Hey Y/N/N."

Sam tossed a bottle to Dean and he caught it effortlessly, handing it over to you. You thanked him and popped the lid off. The three of you walked to the makeshift living room and settled on the couch and chair. Dean was next to you on the couch and pulled a blanket from the basket on the floor and rested it over the both of you. What had gotten into him?

"Do we wanna watch TV shows or movies?" Sam questioned while loading Netflix on the television. "Y/N, it's your day. You choose."

You groaned, hating to make decisions. You didn't have a preference one way or the other, but you knew the boys would make you choose. You sat for a few moments and thought about it. "Sherlock."

Sam set it all up, and Dean went out to get some pizza halfway through the first episode. You tried telling him you were fine and sandwiches from the bunker would do just fine, but he insisted. Truthfully, the thought of eating made your stomach upset. You couldn't help but think about the still healing wound on your stomach and wonder if it had anything to do with it. The fact that God himself couldn't override the demonic power the wound had terrified you.

Sam paused the show and you looked over at him with a joking glare. "Hey, I was watching that."

"Sorry," he replied with a somber look. "But I have to ask how you're holding up."