Being Alive ( D.W)

"What Was I Supposed To Do?"

A few days later.At the bunker. 

I knocked on Dean's door and saw him sitting there with his laptop on his lap watching something.

Me "can I come in?"

He nodded, not looking at me.

I sighed, walked over to the bed and sat down next to him "what are you watching?"

Dean "Annabelle. im at the 15th minute"

I nodded "can I watch with you?"

Dean looked at the monitor amused.

I asked confused "what's so funny?"

Dean paused the movie and looked at me "you? The one with a doll phobia. You wanna watch Annabelle? Are you kidding me ?"

I rolled my eyes " you're overdoing it, Dean"

Dean "Elena, you burned all your dolls at the age of 14 in the backyard because you thought they were doing bad stuff to you while you're asleep"

I shot him a look. 

Dean "you made me watch Chucky with you. You clawed yourself into my forearm so strong that I had to get stitches, baby, and now you wanna watch Annabelle ?"

I nodded "yes"

Me "yes"

Dean "why do that yourself? You hate dolls already enough"

Me "Because I like horror movies"

Dean "Babe-"

Me "I know you're gonna protect me, Dean. That's why I asked you to watch Chucky with me and not Sam. I knew you'd protect me from any harm"

He smirked "oh really?"

I nodded "yes. Now can we please watch it"

Dean "you're gonna get nightmares. You're not gonna be able to sleep for a couple days. Which means I'm not gonna get sleep either"

I shot him a look.

Dean "but you're the best reason to lose sleep for"

I nodded and smirked "I know"

He chuckled and put an arm around me.

--

Dean looked at me "you okay?"

I nodded "yeah"

Dean asked amused "you sure?"

I nodded.

Dean "baby, your fingernails are drilling into my thigh"

I shot him a look "you've had worse marks from me, Dean"

He rolled his eyes and eyed me "you think you can try to go to sleep?"

I nodded "I'm gonna try, for you"