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DeanXReader (Please read A/N)

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“Seriously, Y/N, how many times have you read that now?” Dean asked, coming to sit beside you on the couch. You turned your book over in your hands, careful as you handled the well-worn binding, and you gave him a smile.

“I lost count.”

“Such a nerd,” he muttered, and you laughed, opening your book again. 

“I was here first, by the way. Quit crowding me,” you said from behind your book, pushing Dean away with your toes.

“Hey. This couch isn’t big enough for both of us and your big feet. Stay on your side,” Dean said, putting his elbow in the way of you, and smiling as you continued to push at him.

He trailed his fingers lightly over the bottoms of your feet when you wouldn’t relent, and you squealed, pulling them back.

“That’s cheating. You know I’m ticklish,” you laughed, brandishing a finger at him and trying on your sternest expression.

“All’s fair in couch war,” he grinned, and grabbed the remote.

You pushed your feet over to his side again, slowly, as you leaned against the arm of the couch. You peeked over the cover of your book and saw him smiling, just slightly, as he kept his eyes on the tv. He allowed your intrusion of his space to stand and let his arm rest on your shins as you read; he kept the volume low for you.

You were about to open your mouth to speak when Sam peered around the doorway of the viewing room, spotting his brother.

“Dean, some girl is waiting outside for you,” he said, glancing at you as he spoke. Another girl, you thought grimly. That’s all you’d been hearing about lately and it turned your stomach every time. Dean stared at Sam a moment as he turned around on the couch with his arm still on your legs, and his eyes lit up in realization.

“Right, right. I forgot. You didn’t let her in?” he asked, getting up.

“I told her you’d be right out. What the hell are you doing inviting girls here to the bunker now, Dean?”

“I’m doing whatever I feel like, that’s what,” Dean replied, and you heard their squabbling die down as they walked down the hall away from you. You spread yourself out, stretching across the couch that suddenly felt much too big for you.

You finished the chapter of your book after Dean left, taking your time, before heading out of the viewing room and wandering the quiet halls. You peered into Sam’s room to find him sprawled out on his bed with his laptop glowing brightly in front of him.

“Hey,” you said, knocking lightly on the doorframe.

“Hey, Y/N.” He sat up and closed the laptop, ushering you inside. 

“Research?”

“Yeah, just checking to see if there’s anything worth looking into.”

“And?”

“It’s quiet,” he shrugged. 

“That’s good,” you said, lingering still in the doorway. You hesitated a moment and Sam waited patiently, not saying a word because he knew you wanted to.

“So…Dean,” you finally started.

“Yeah?”

“Earlier…” You grasped the hem of your shirt, avoiding Sam’s eyes. “He was going on another date?”

“Looked that way,” Sam said gently.

“And…she was probably…I mean, they’re always pretty…”