I'm Such A Fool For You

Part 1

Dean drags his hand down his face, and a long sigh falls past his lips. He glances over at y/n, his gaze lingering longer than necessary before he shakes his head and turns his attention back to the books in front of him. But, he can't help but look back over at her in only a few seconds, his thumb wiping at the corner of his mouth as he does. His lips part slightly as his eyes take in her resting form, her body slightly hunched over the book she had been studying only moments before, her eyelids gently fluttering in her sleep, and the slow, reassuring rise and fall of her chest as she breathes lightly. Dean's eyebrows pull together and he sighs slightly, his shoulders relaxing. He rests his hand on the desk, forcing his attention back to the book in front of him.

"Sammy," he barks, "why are you making us do all this research again? We got a case I don't know about?" Sam pokes his head out from behind his book and shakes his head.

"No. It's just always good to stay informed, Dean." Sam wags the book slightly, his lips curling up into a small smirk. Dean rolls his eyes.

"Nerd." His voice is rough, and he sighs, rubbing his eyes slightly. "You practically worked y/n to death," he murmurs, glancing at her again. "Look at the poor girl, she's dead asleep- and that doesn't look too comfortable." Sam rolls his eyes.

"Dean, she offered to help."

"It's only helping if there's something that needs to be done, Sam." Dean says, giving his brother a pointed look. "You and me both know she'd offer to help us even if she was dying," Sam shakes his head and smiles slightly. Dean grunts and closes his book a little to loudly.

Y/n jolts awake, the old, dusty book falling from her lap as she stares ahead with wide eyes, her chest heaving up and down. Dean's lips pull back as he hisses slightly, his gaze moving over to her.

"Sorry about that sweetheart," he murmurs, moving over quickly and sweeping the book off the floor, carelessly tossing it on the table. "You okay?" He kneels in front of her, placing a hand on her knee as his eyes search her face. Y/n blinks and swallows, turning her gaze to Dean.

"Yeah, I'm fine." She whispers, a small frown marring her features as she swipes Dean's hand off her knee, and sighs, rubbing her eyes. "What time is it?" Dean's eyebrows shoot up, and he grins, opening his mouth.

"Time t-"

"Don't you dare, Dean Winchester." Y/n glares, pointing her index finger at him. Dean holds his hands up in defense, smiling slightly as he looks down at the ground.

"It's almost 6," Sam answers.

"Thanks." She says, smiling at Sam and making a point of glaring at Dean before she stands up and slides past him. Dean spins on his knees, standing up smoothly as he waltzes over to her.

"So, you hungry, or...?" Y/n turns around, an exasperated look on her face as she sighs.

"Yes." She answers, crossing her arms. "Why?" Dean shrugs, his eyebrows shooting up quickly.

"I don't know, just thought I'd ask." She curses under her breath slightly, turning away from him. "Obviously I meant because Sammy and I were gonna go get something," he calls out.

"We were?" Sam asks, not looking up from his book.

"Yeah, we were just talking about it, remember Sam?" Dean shoots his brother an over-exaggerated wink and then nods twice at y/n. Sam sighs.

"Oh yeah!" He exclaims, slamming his book and sitting up, one eyebrow quirking up. "We were," his overacting is almost painful, and Dean rolls his eyes slightly, shaking his head again.