Who is dean?

EGGS

MAY IN HER PONYTAIL ^^

Dean gently closes the door to his room as he hears the shower water begin to run. He puts his hand on his chest, not being able to calm his raging heart.

"What the hell, may..." he says to himself.

"What the hell, dean." He says to himself once more, facepalming.

His eyes skip over his own hands as he thinks to himself.

She doesn't even like you anymore, you screwed up. Anthony is the one she likes.

Dean rolls his eyes at himself thinking back to when he first met may. "You actually think I'd like someone like you back?!" He facepalms himself again, this one a bit harder than the last.

"Ughhh I'm such a fucking idiot." He whines, rolling on the floor.

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May POV

As I finish up putting on my pajamas, I skip into the living room. "I'm calling Quinn!" I yell at dean. The phone, still on the charger, rings before I get a chance to touch it.

Quinn's name highlights itself in the middle of the screen. "Hello?" I answer putting the phone on speaker and sitting on the floor.

"Oh my gosh! My child is ok! Where are you?!" Dean rushes into the living room, still drying his hair with a towel.

"We had to go to dean's parents vacation house. Why did you send dean to my hotel room?" A moment of silence from the other side of the phone followed by a loud wail. "I'm sorry may! I did something bad! It was all that Leah's fault!"

Dean crouches down next to me as I put my fingers on my temple in irritation. "Wait, you know leah too? What is going on? Start from the beginning."

Quinn takes a deep breath and begins, "Leah was sitting by me in the bus and she overheard me fan girling about you and dean getting closer," dean's eyes flicker to mine and mine flicker to his.

An unreadable expression.

"And she said that she would help me get you two together but- b-but I didn't want her to because I don't trust that little devil but she did it anyway! she tricked me into telling dean you wanted him upstairs!"  She cries dramatically in the other side of the phone.

I feel my cheeks beginning to warm up and my eyes linger from dean's in embarrassment. "Quinn. When me and you see each other in person we can discuss this. For now please give the phone to sandy." I say in a low tone, shaking my head.
Sometimes Quinn takes things too far.

Not a minute goes by before I hear Sandy's joyful voice. "Sandy, it's May and Dean. We aren't with the trip, you all left us at the hotel. Is there anyway you can come back for us?" I ask in an exasperated sigh.

"Oh my! I thought I counted everyone...I'm so sorry I can't believe this happened. I hate to tell you that we are unfortunately already on our scheduled plane heading for the next state! Where are you two now?"

"We're staying at my parent vacation house." Dean speaks up.

"Jeez.... I'll have to figure something out. For now I'll call both of your parents and start to think of a plan. Again I am terribly sorry." Before either of us could respond she hangs up.

"Guess we may be staying here for more than one night." I laugh nervously, grabbing my phone. Dean stays silent, his eyes shifted to the side as if he was thinking.

I blink a few times, finding it hard to pull my gaze from him. A hollow pit sank in my stomach as I begin to imagine what he could possibly be thinking after what Quinn said."Um.. I'm heading off to bed." I awkwardly say, gaining his attention.

I stand up, adjusting my shorts, my stomach growling loudly. It's enough to stop me in my tracks. "You're hungry?" He stands up, striding into the kitchen.

I peak my head around the corner to get a view of him.

Dean can cook?

He's only ever made me soup and even then it was out of the can. He looks over his shoulder at me as he digs through the refrigerator. "You know how to cook?" I ask quietly, still peeking around the corner.

"No, but an omelette should be easy....right?" My eyebrows raise as I start to think about it. "I think I have a better idea," I enter the kitchen fully continuing on, "It's not good to waste food so I'll cook and you can be my right arm."

He shrugs, thinking about it for no less than three seconds. He opens a cabinet under the counter and puts the pan on the stove. "Let's start."

I order him around the kitchen for the next five minutes, telling him what ingredients to grab.

"First add the butter, so it doesn't stick." I say, standing in front of the pan and turning the burner on low.

"Hold this." Dean says slipping a butter knife handle into my a wrapped hand as he opens the butter.

He wraps his hand around mine, directing it to the butter. My breathing stops along with my heart as I feel him shift directly behind me. "T-too much." I say in barely a whisper as he scoops more butter than necessary onto the knife.

Without saying a word he wipes access butter onto the rim of the container. The bubbly sensation shifting around my stomach intensifies as he continues on, he guides my hands to the pan, the butter sizzling away as soon as it's pressed to the pan. "Now what?" He asks, his deep voice sending shudders down my spine.

We continue on, my nerves spiking. As he got closer to help me crack the egg I could feel his cool breath gently blowing on my neck, making my hair stand up on end.

The pan begins to sizzle loudly as we add the egg. "We are going to do something easier than an omelette," I begin.

With our close proximity and my body malfunctioning because of that fact, there is no way I'd be able to breathe through making two omelettes without him getting suspicious.

He can't know I still like him, it would be humiliating after all we've been through.

"It'll be a sunny side up!" I say, not being able to cover the tracks of nervousness laced between my words.

" fine by me." He utters.

After cooking we finally settle down and eat. It wasn't much but it was enough for tonight. I make my way back to my room as dean and I finish up eating.

"Good night, may." Dean says smoothly, leaning on the door frame of his room across the hallway. "Good night, dean." I respond, Rolling my eyes with a laugh as I close my door.

BONUS

May holds her breath, focusing on he black socks as she creeps from her room to the bathroom.

She stops in her tracks as she sees dean in the living room, he pops the cork off of an expensive bottle of alcohol and begins to pour himself some into a clear glass.

Dean drinks? May thinks to herself as she closely watches the glass touches his lips and he begins to drink.

His eyes flicker to her.

It's enough to make May practically jump out of her skin but she stays in the same place, frozen in fear.

"Oh shit, I thought you were asleep." He says quickly, putting the glass down and trying to hide the bottle of alcohol on the side of the couch.

"What are you drinking?" She asks, making dean soften.
He shrugs, putting the bottle back on the table. "It doesn't matter."

May shifts on the heels of her feet, nervous about the next words to utter out of her mouth. "Can I have some?"