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“Are they gone?” You ask, back pressed against the wall beside the doorway, not wanting to move in any way in case the cops do happen to peek inside.
“You don’t want to comprehend yourself but me, getting arrested, you’re okay with? How does that work exactly?”
“Well, you’re cute-”
“No, no. I am adorable.”
“Yes,” you nod, “yes, you’re adorable. You’ll be able to make friends and escape easier than I could.”
“You think I’d become somebody’s bitch, don’t you?”
The silence speaks volumes.
“Wow. I see how it is… if anything you’d become someone’s bitch before I would.”
“No,” you shake your head, “no I wouldn’t.”
“No, you wouldn’t.”
“Back to plan E-”
Dean glances over at you. “Plan E? What’s plan E?” He asks.
“Oh- uh- let’s see,” you pull out your notebook you used from when you and Dean had to pretend to be the “feds” earlier. “B, was to pretend to be friends from school who lost contact and there was a lot of sexual tension between us.”
He smirks.
“And I only did that because whenever we’re on the verge of becoming caught, you with your soft lips come over and viciously attack me.”
He smirks, “so, you do like it when I do that? You know, I always knew you had a thing for me.”
You guffaw, “I do not. How dare you say such a thing.” Before he could get another word in, you start talking about the other plans. “Then we have C, where we to try and become bartenders because,” you lift your head to look at him.
He avoids your gaze, understanding that you’re hinting to himself whenever you guys go out for drinks, and he winds up confessing about whatever is on his mind that day.
“You know, drunks like to confess more than a sober person.”
You flip the page, “D, involved really bad costumes. E, you fake an allergic reaction, and we knock em out. I figure E, was our best bet.”
“Was there an F?”
“Yeah, but that one’s not as nice. I die and I’m not ready to make that kind of commitment.”
He nods, “good. I’m not ready to lose you anyway.”
“Aw, is the bad ass older brother actually a big teddy bear.”
“Shut up.”
The door of the antique shop chimes.
“Allergic reaction remember.”
“Yeah, yeah.”
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The plan would have gone smoother had Dean actually known what to do but at least you two were able to get away before they could arrest you.
“Are you happy?” You ask, slamming the door closed.
“Hey, hey. Don’t take it out on baby.”
“Maybe baby is kinky and likes it.”
“No,” he shakes his head. “No, she definitely doesn’t.”
“How would you know, Deanold.”
His face scrunched up in disgust. “Deanold? Is that what you honestly think my name is short for?”
You shake your head, “no but you pissed me off. We were so close. So close.”
“Oh, I’m sorry, princess that your stupid plan E didn’t work. What did you expect me to do. I don’t know how to fake an allergic reaction.”
“It’s as easy as when a woman-”
“DON’T YOU DARE FINISH THAT SENTENCE!”
“Fakes-”
“No.”
“Her-”
“I’m begging you.”
“Or-”
The car comes to a jerking stop. Your hand on the dashboard. “What the hell-”
He pulls you closer and smashes his lips onto yours, mingling your hot breaths until he pulls away to breath. “You still want to finish that sentence?” Dean stares at you with his raised brow, something you never thought you’d find hot before.
“If it makes you feel better, I’ve never faked any with you.”
“Yeah?”
You nod.
“Care to test out that theory?”
You turn towards the dashboard. “Baby, I’ll take care of your therapy.”
“Why are you talking to the car like it’s a child?”
“Baby is your baby and I want her to know that I’m not mean like you and fool around with whatever tramp you found that night.”
“You make me sound like a man whore.”
“You said it not me.”