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The ride back to the motel was weird. From him abandoning his usual values by asking you to drive the Impala, to just staring at you with a huge grin the whole car ride back. “You’ve got gorgeous legs, and your eyes, have I complimented your eyes yet? You have beautiful eyes” the flow of compliments was all that was heard from Dean as you made your way from the Impala to your motel room. You force yourself to ignore the compliments and how they make your heart beat just a little faster. This isn’t Dean. He doesn’t mean what he’s saying. The words repeat in your head like a mantra.
A click was heard from the door as it closed behind you. The room you had been staying in for the last two weeks contained two beds and a pull out couch. It wasn’t the worst place you had stayed in. of course it had its faults, cracked wallpaper, no TV and a few mystery stains. But the beds didn’t feel like concrete and it had a working shower, and in your line of work, sometimes even that would be considered a luxury. The walls were an off white, almost yellow, color and the curtains had these ugly blue and green stripes on them.
Sam’s tall body turns toward Dean, his eyebrows furrowed, giving him his usual worried expression. Looking at the side of his face since he refused to tear his gaze away from you, Sam speaks. "Dean? Do you remember what happened to you?” Dean had started playing with a lock of your hair, twirling it between his fingers. He was totally in his own world, either that or he had made an active decision of ignoring Sam. Sam sighed before shooting you a look as if to say “a little help here?”
You gently guide Dean’s hand away from your hair and repeat Sam’s question to him. But god, was it hard to focus. The way he was looking at you with pure awe and deep adoration. His plump lip formed into a small pout and brows furrowed slightly, creating a charming wrinkle between them. “I don’t see the big deal! Nothing bad happened, so let’s all just chalk this up to a bad day, ‘kay?” Dean says, once again directing his aggression towards poor Sam.
“Look, since this is a witch we’re dealing with, it's probably a spell or potion of some kind, right? So we just need to figure out what counters it.” You say, already walking over to the table where your laptop was sitting, Dean following right behind you like a lost puppy.
“Maybe it’ll wear off. Or maybe it's not really as bad as we think, he hasn’t really done much other than kiss you” You look over from Sam to Dean, who was basically drooling at this point. His lips were parted and he was staring directly at your face.
This isn't Dean.
You shake your head and open the laptop, determined to find some kind of cure to this. “No, we need to fix this now” You say, your fingers typing away on the keyboard, a worried wrinkle forming on your forehead. “Don’t you think we’re being a bit hasty here?” Sam says your name, trying to pry your attention off the screen in front of you. “Don't be stupid-” Sam’s sentence was cut short by Dean’s low and rough voice snapping at Sam “Hey! Do NOT call her stupid!” Sam throws his arms up in defeat, already so over this whole shebang. “Oh, so now you’re talking to me?!”
“Shut up!” you exclaim, successfully shutting both the boys up. “The bunker’s only what?- an hour or two away? Let’s drive back there, figure out what to do. There must be something in the archives that should tell us how to deal with this”
You look over to Dean, a bad habit you had picked up. You don’t know why, maybe it's because you need some kind of reassurance that what you’re saying isn’t stupid. He didn’t seem to be of much help, the grin on his face growing as your gaze landed on him. He seemed to be happy you just looked his way.
Taking the decision yourself, and ignoring Sam's stressful pacing, you start to pack your things. “We’re leaving. Pack your stuff.” Sam did what he was told, going over towards his own bed and stuffing different articles of clothes into his duffle bag, along with the guns that laid upon the table.
Dean was a little more uncooperative. He came up behind you, chin resting on your shoulder “How about I give you a hand with that? huh, sweetheart”
You were just about done with stuff, and didn’t want to indulge yourself into something that wasn't real. So you kindly asked Dean to pack his things, which he surprisingly easily agreed to with a “yes ma’am”, once you said ‘please’.
Once the whole gang had finished, you grabbed the keys with your left hand and swung the duffle bag over your left shoulder and headed out to the car. As Dean reached for the driver's side, you gave him a stern look and steered him into the backseat with a hand on his back, ignoring his excruciatingly sweet, confused look. Either way, he did seem happy you were touching him, so he let himself be led by you.
As you get into the driver's seat, Sam had just finished packing the car and seated himself next to you, bending his head slightly so he could enter the car. Sticking the key in the ignition, you started the car, pulling out of the parking lot with a sigh. Silence filled the car and you decided to turn on the radio, the soft flow of music sounding out through the speakers. It was only broken when the dean peaked his head forward into your peripheral view. “Hey snookums, how about you put on something a little more romantic?” He said with a wink.
This was gonna be a long ride.