"So this guy only attacks at fancy events?" Sam questioned.
"Basically." I answered. "And there is a banquet tonight. So have fun." I smiled.
"You aren't going?" Dean asked.
"Oh honey, I don't do dresses." I told the male before turning back to my computer.
"Y/N, we need you. Come on." Sam groaned.
"No. I hate dresses. No, I loathe them." I told the boys.
"I'll pay you $100." Sam offered.
I considered it for a moment.
"Fine." I groaned.
The boys basically shoved money and the keys to the Impala in my hands before shoving me out of the room to buy a dress. I huffed and left for the store.
I returned not even an hour later. Sam was in the shower and Dean was watching TV.
"I hate shopping." I groaned, flopping down next to Dean.
"I know you do." He chuckled.
I leaned my head on his shoulder, exhausted from my 2 hours of sleep.
"Tired?" He asked.
"You get your four hours, I get my two." I told him.
"Go to sleep. This banquet isn't for another couple hours." He told me.
"Thanks, Dean-O." I smiled.
"I hate that name." He grinned.
"No you don't." I stated.
He chuckled again. I dozed off not too long after. The last thing I remember is Dean shooshing Sam.
"Y/N/N. Time to get up." I was lightly shook.
"No." I groaned, barring my face in Dean's chest.
"Yes, come on. You have to get ready." Dean chuckled.
I groaned and rolled over.
"Fine." I huffed.
"Bathroom's all your's." Sam told me.
I got up and walked to the bathroom, dress and heels in hand. I dressed quickly.
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I sighed and did my hair quickly.
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