Supernatural | One-Shots

The T.V Show Argument: No One

Words: 545 
Warnings: Light Cursing(it's just two), Some spoilers from Gilmore Girls[01x05(it's just the very end of it)] 
This one is real short and I hate it.
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"Why does Dean from this show like so much like you, Sam?" (Y/N) asked, staring towards the television with wide, curious eyes, "I swear, y'all could be twins." Sam swallowed the beer in his mouth and moved his head slightly.

"What? No, he doesn't," Sam said- he didn't see it. (Y/N) rubbed (Y/P) forehead as (Y/P) laid back against the couch.

"Sam, I swear he does. Let's ask Dean," (Y/N) muttered as the show went off. As if on cue, Dean walked over, "Dean, doesn't Sam look like the Dean from Gilmore Girls?"

"I don't know. I haven't seen him. And why does he have my name?" Dean lightly tapped his butt against (Y/N)'s arm. (Y/N) scoff as (Y/P) took the remote away from him, "Alright, scoot, jerkface. Show your elders some respect."

"You scoot, asshat." (Y/N) grinned as (Y/P) moved over some so Dean could sit. He reached for the remote but (Y/N) moved it, "Nuh-huh. I was here first, television is mine." Dean huffed as he leaned back against the stiff pillow. The show played loudly again but the three got hooked.

Rory goes into her room and closed her door, trying to get away from Lorelai but she just raises her voice.

'Okay, so I'm going to be up for a while, if you want to get back to me on this,' Lorelai said and waited for a response.

'I know where you are.' Lorelai turned to leave but Rory opened her door and stuck her head out, 'Hey, do you think you can keep him out really late on Thursday night because I have this oral exam on Friday that I'd really love him to sleep through.'

'I'll do my best.' Lorelai held back a laugh as she answered.'

"Wait, no. It can't end like that! Do Dean and Rory solve whatever they have going on? And why does that Dean look so much like you, Sam?!" Dean exclaimed as the end credits rolled and something else started playing. (Y/N) turned the television off with a small smile.

"He does not! His hair is too short and I would never cut it like that," Sam explained. Dean looked over at him.

"It grew like that last summer. Remember because you got upset over it," Dean reminded him and Sam threw a couch pillow at him. Dean laughed and threw it back at him. It hit (Y/N) in the face and it caused (Y/P) to gasp softly, "Shit."

(Y/N) grabbed the pillow behind (Y/P) and hit Dean with it, causing his head to snap backwards and him to accidentally lick the pillow.

"Ugh, that's disgusting! I don't know could be on that!" Dean gagged as he got up and ran to the sink in the bathroom. (Y/N) giggled softly.

"Do you want to go out to eat? My treat!" (Y/N) yelled to him, "It'll probably taste better than this nasty, dusty throw pillow." Dean gagged again and (Y/N) and Sam busted out laughing.

Burgers, burnt fries, and melted milkshakes were what was for dinner that night. It was a calm night, the first one in a very long time, and they spent it sleeping and eating and just enjoying each others company. Every other day they were at each other throats, the stress from hunting and almost dying weighed on them, but this night it was peaceful.