Supernatural | One-Shots

The Professional Flirt: Dean W.

Words: 516 
Warnings: Spoilers for 01x17 (Season 01 Episode 17) 
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"(Y/N), are you a magician? Because whenever I look at you, everyone else disappears."

"They say Disneyland is the happiest place on earth. Well apparently, no one has ever been standing next to you."

"I was wondering if you had an extra heart. Mine was just stolen."

"There must be something wrong with my eyes, I can't take them off you."

"Was your father a thief? 'Cause someone stole the stars from the sky and put-"

"Dean, shut up, man. I get it, I'm hot. I'm trying to research these 'accidents'." (Y/N) sighed as (Y/P) rubbed (Y/P) forehead. (Y/P) smiled at him though because no matter what he does, (Y/P) still loves him.

"For some reason, I was feeling a little off today." Dean only let a cheeky grin fall on his face as (Y/N) let (Y/P) head bang against the wooden table of the Inn they were staying at for the time. The throbbing in (Y/P) head didn't compare to the bad pick-up lines, "But when you came along, you definitely turned me on."

"Oh my god." Sam opened the door of the room, just hearing the last part of the pickup line, "That's a low, even for you."

Dean only chuckled as he took his food. (Y/N) thanked him but placed it aside to continue researching.

"(Y/N), eat. That can wait," Sam said as he sat down.

(Y/N) hummed as (Y/P) clicked on a link and read what it said. (Y/P) smirked as (Y/P) turned the laptop towards them. Dean had noodles in his mouth, a couple of the ends of them poked out, as he read.

"That's why the rock salt didn't work on him, Mordecai isn't a regular spirit," Sam gasped out as he dropped the chopsticks back into the boxed by accident, "He's a Tulpa-"

"He's formed because people believe in him," Dean finished his thought and the noodles in his mouth.

"Mhm. I was thinking- remember those boys that called us amateurs when we first went? What if we give them a fake story but make it look like we're serious about it? Make a fake-" Alice started to explain.

"A fake death certificate, act like we have this big story, and try and bargain with them to have them shut down their website-" Sam picked up on what (Y/P) was thinking.

"Word would travel, the legend will change. We can just say he was scared of guns or something and kill him with plain bullets!" Dean exclaimed putting his box of noodles down. (Y/N) hummed and nodded (Y/P) head.

"But, how fast would the news travell?" (Y/N) wondered. Both Dean and Sam shrugged as they started to eat again.

"Did it hurt?" Dean asked (Y/N) as (Y/P) ate (Y/P) noodles, making (Y/P) roll (Y/P) eyes, "When you fell from heaven?"

"No," (Y/N) said after she swallowed the food, "But I did break a nail crawling out of hell." Dean's mouth fell open while Sam held back his laughter. Dean quickly composed himself.

"Oh, that's why you're so hot." Dean winked as (Y/N) groaned and rolled (Y/P) eyes. Sam just laughed at (Y/P) mistery. (Y/N) flipped him off as (Y/P) ate more of (Y/P) noodles. This time Dean laughed.