Supernatural | One-Shots

The Cute Mind Reader: Dean W.

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Warnings: Light Cursing -----------------------------------------------------------

June 1st, 2006 --- 11:34 A.M. --- Thursday.
'How is (Y/P) so cute?'

June 1st, 2006 --- 11:36 A.M. --- Thursday.
'Oh, (Y/P) looked at me. Oh my God, oh my God.'

June 3rd, 2006 --- 1:13 P.M. --- Saturday.
'(Y/P)'s so beautiful, how can (Y/P) joke about being ugly?'

June 3rd, 2006 --- 1:17 P.M. --- Saturday.
'Even (Y/P) name is pretty: (Y/N). Ugh, I could just fall in love.'

June 9th, 2006 --- 6:23 P.M. --- Friday.
'(Y/P) eyes are so (E/T) and full of life. I could drown in them.'

June 20th, 2006 --- 1:19 A.M. --- Tuesday.
'Never make eye contact while eating a banana.'

July 2nd, 2006 --- 10:11 P.M. --- Sunday.
'Where do hamsters outside of pet stores?'

July 2nd, 2006 --- 10:12 P.M. --- Sunday.
'Why is (Y/N) making that face? (Y/P) looks like (Y/P) just realised something.'

July 7th, 2006 --- 3:40 P.M. --- Friday.
'Boooo, boooo, boooo, boo– for fuck sake, mate!'

July 7th, 2006 --- 3:42 P.M. --- Friday.
'When did I turn Australian?'

July 7th, 2006 --- 3:44 P.M. --- Friday.

'Weird... (Y/N) is talking in an Australian accent now... And it doesn't sound bad on (Y/P).'

August 20th, 2006 --- 3:59 A.M. --- Sunday.
'Boob, leg, foot, arm, fingers?? Where do they come from? Where do I come from?'

August 20th, 2006 --- 4:01 A.M. --- Sunday.
'Don't yell at me, (Y/N), not my fault it's four in the morning and you are still awake.'

August 20th, 2006 --- 4:02 A.M. --- Sunday.
'Wait. How did (Y/P) hear me? Can (Y/P) read minds? No, (Y/P) can't. That's a fictional thing. Something from a comic book- but I thought that with Sam and his visions. No. (Y/P) can't read minds. (Y/P) would hate me if (Y/P) could- and (Y/P) would get onto me a lot me.'

August 20th, 2006 --- 4:04 A.M. --- Sunday.
'But... maybe that's what (Y/P) wants me to think- oh shut up, (Y/N) and just sleep!'

September 4st, 2006 --- 12:39 P.M. --- Monday.
'Risin' up, back on the street. Did my time, took my chances. Went the distance, now I'm back on my feet. Just a man and his will to survive– Jesus fucking Christ man! I'mma clock a ghost if they jump out at me again. Forget the gun.'

September 12th, 2006 --- 2:56 P.M.--- Tuesday.
'Mmmm, what if I ate this?... Would it kill me? Maybe. Am I still gonna try it? Yeah.'

September 12th, 2006 --- 2:57 P.M. --- Tuesday.

'What the hell is wrong with me? Why did I think that was a good idea?'

September 12th, 2006 --- 2:57 P.M. --- Tuesday.
'Why is (Y/N) laughing at me?'

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(Y/N) rubbed (Y/P) eyes as (Y/P) dragged (Y/P) feet into the kitchen of the motel and yawned loudly. (Y/P) made (Y/P)self a little glass of water to wet (Y/P) throat just enough not to hurt anymore. (Y/P) pulled (Y/P)self back to (Y/P) bed as Sam's inner voice filled (Y/P) head.

'Sam~' A girl moaned.

(Y/N) gagged. He couldn't be serious, having a wet dream like that. (Y/N) rubbed (Y/P) forehead as (Y/P) covered (Y/P) head and blocked (Y/P) ears but to no avail, (Y/P) can't block out that moan; (Y/P) going to be sacred for life. (Y/P) sighed as the voices quieted down and (Y/P) could let go of the pillow. It may seem like a gift, you know, hearing what people think, but it's not. It sucks.

"You awake?" Sam's muffled voice filled (Y/P) head this time. (Y/P) moved (Y/P) pillow and looked over at him. He had drool on his chin and his hair stuck up in many directions. (Y/N) giggled before (Y/P) remembered what (Y/P) heard. (Y/P) silently gagged when Sam got up on the other side of the bed, so (Y/N) couldn't see his problem, "'m taking a shower."

"Take a cold one," (Y/N) muttered as Sam closed the bathroom door. (Y/P) pushed (Y/P)self up and stretched. (Y/P) didn't look any better if (Y/P)'s being honest. (Y/P) hair stood up like a cowlick and (Y/P) had sleep in (Y/P) eyes. (Y/P) rubbed (Y/P) thumb across them and get the rheum away. A knock made (Y/P) jump, "Coming."

Slowly, (Y/N) made (Y/P) way to the door and, without looking at who it was, (Y/P) opened it with (Y/P) eyes closed.

"Yes?"

"Heya, (Y/N)." Dean smiled tiredly as he walked in. He was still in his pyjamas but neither cared and he was carrying his bag of stuff. 'Mhm.'

(Y/N) heard him hum in his head but ignored it as (Y/P) shut the door and went back to (Y/P) bed.

"Sammy in the shower?" (Y/N) nodded as (Y/P) fell on (Y/P) bed, Sam's old shirt flew up some and showed (Y/P) shorts that were too short. '(Y/P) ass looks so good.'

"Deano, come here." (Y/N) reached (Y/P) hand back for him to grab. When he did, (Y/N) pulled him forwards and he fell on the bed. He landed half-way on (Y/P) and on the bed but (Y/N) didn't care, "Mhm, much better." (Y/N) snuggled into his chest as (Y/P) slowly drifted off to sleep.

'What the hell? What the fuck? Keep calm, this is not a drill. Whatever you do, K E E P–C A L M!' (Y/N) smiled as Dean mental screamed to keep calm. (Y/N) kicked (Y/P) leg over his and pulled it between (Y/P)s. One arm was around his chest and the other one was under (Y/P) head. Dean's were by his side because, at the moment, he didn't know what to do, 'Okay, okay. Calm, just– cuddle (Y/P) back, jackass! This is probably the only time you may get to!'

Dean slowly wrapped his left arm around (Y/N) and pulled (Y/P) to his chest. (Y/N) nestled (Y/P) body into his as (Y/P) used the arm under (Y/P) head to play with his hair instead. Dean's other arm wrapped around (Y/P) in a protective way and he suddenly felt really tired again. Rather than fighting it, he let himself get consumed by sleep as (Y/N) did moments ago.

Sam may have got a picture as blackmail after he got out of the shower or maybe it's just a little payback from the other week when he took a picture of him and a girl. Just maybe, it's just because Dean looked peaceful for once and not waking up in a cold sweat, but it's probably just for blackmail. We won't ever know.