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You and Dean were currently on a hunt in Louisiana , tracking down what the locals called a "Lizard Man", but you and Dean supposed it was just a shapeshifter really into cosplaying. Sam got injured on his last hunt with Dean, so you forcefully came along with him. He was reluctant to let you go, but he knew that a broken legged Sammy was worse than a lost shoed Sammy, so he relented into letting you go.

So you annoyed him, sang completely out of tune to his classic rock songs, and almost crashed baby when he needed some shut eye. So he made the barely fatal mistake of letting you drive, which resulted in him throwing you into the backseat like a child and commanding you stay put until you arrived at the motel.

"How did Sam even find this so called "Lizard Man"? You asked, unbuckling yourself and throwing your hands over the front seat's head rest.

"Put your seatbelt on dammit." Dean growled. "And I have no clue, he is the tech genius, and knows what to look for."

"Tsk, tsk, touchy touchy. Are you always this grumpy at 1 in the morning?" You grumbled, sitting back down and fastening your belt. "How do the women you sleep with even deal with you this late?"

"Shuddap."

"Are we there yet?" You whined.

"You sound like you're five. If you would even look out a window instead of annoy the crap outa me, you would have noticed we are here." Dean sassed, parked the Impala, shut off the engine and hopped out. You followed suit and caught up to the speed walking Winchester.

"Tch." You stuck out your tongue at him.

You walked into the motel, and noticed that it was run by Mexican people. And from what you could tell, spoke in all Spanish. The maids, the people at the front desk, even some residents were speaking fluent Spanish. You hoped they knew a little English, otherwise you might have some technical difficulties. (Unless you know Spanish that is.)

(I don't discriminate races what so ever, I will not tolerate racism. So I do not try to offend anyone of a Mexican background, if I do, I'm so sorry. I only used Mexican people in here because of the Spanish language. I know not all Mexicans speak Spanish, but I am just doing this for the purpose of the oneshot. But if you are angry at me, I'm truthfully sorry. I tried with the little Spanish I put in there, feel free to correct it because I'm pretty sure it's wrong.)

"Hello, room for two please." Dean went up to the front desk lady, giving her a worn out smile.

"Lo ciento, could you repeat that please?" She asked, her hands ready to type at the computer.

"Oh, room for two please. If you could make both beds full that would be great." Dean asked again, his eyes droopy from the lack of sleep. You were getting tired too as you leaned up against the counter, head rolled off to the side.

"Tiring day is it?" She asked, getting up from her chair and grabbing two keys.

"Very much so." You responded, grabbing the keys.

"Sí, mi hermana está sick today, so I had to fill in." She replied, sitting back down. "Good night! Your room number is 148."

"Good night." You waved and headed out towards your room, dragging a half asleep Dean with you. 

You hoisted up your duffel bag and sloppily opened the lock to the room and threw dean on the one bed. You threw your shit down on the floor and plopped down beside him.

Wait... One bed. What the hell?

"Dean! Wake up! I think the lady must have misunderstood us, because we only got one bed." You shook awake the Winchester as he stood up and rubbed his eyes.

"Great. I'll go tell her to switch up our room then." He started walking towards the door before you grabbed his arm.

"I'm pretty sure I read a sign that said if you wanted your room switched, in was 100$ in cash." You sighed.

"Damn, that's expensive." He muttered. He looked around the room to find only one bed, a small table with two chairs, a TV, and another door which you assumed was the bathroom. Sure it was a compact room with minimal furnishings, but it was very clean and sanitary, so you couldn't complain.

"I guess we are gonna have to share. You don't mind do you?" You asked.

"No, we are both tired and cranky, so we won't think twice about it in the morning." He replied, throwing off his shirt.

"Alright." You yawned, secretly watching Dean sadly put on a white t-shirt. Why couldn't he be like all the other men and sleep shirtless?

But then again, you usually just wore a sports bra to bed with pajama pants, hopefully it wouldn't be an issue. (If you don't, pretend you do.) You decided to not tell him and just roll with it. So you changed in the bathroom, brushing your teeth and hair. You were the first to climb into bed, since you got the bathroom first. The sheets were crisp and clean. Hopefully Dean didn't hog the sheets, because you would win that war. Dean finally came out and lazily got into bed. You both faced each other, and it was awkward.

"A sports bra? Really (Y/N)?" Dean smirked.

"What? They are very comfortable and I get sweaty at night." You defended yourself. "A-and I'm sorry if I like snuggle up to you at night or grab your arm or something."

Dean smiled. "It's alright, I'll probably do it, too. Good night (Y/N)."

The lights shut off and Dean was out cold. Maybe he could contemplate the fact that you were sleeping right next to him. In the same bed. Without a shirt. But you couldn't. You had thought of all the possibilites that might happen that night or in the morning, until you finally stressed youself out enough to actually fall asleep.

Dean had woken up countless times to find you clinging to him, so he gently pried you off and went back to sleep. He wasn't going to lie and say he didn't stare at your clevage for a bit of an excessive amount of time, but he did do the gentlemanly thing and not touch you there. But at one point he did give in and allowed himself to hold you at night. He liked the feeling and wished he had it more, but he also liked the fact that you sank into him when he did it. So Dean decided hell with it, and slept like that.

You had  woken up to the feeling of arms wrapped around your midsection, so you thought nothing of it and drited back inot your slumber. You subconsciously pressed your body up to the side of Dean and put your hands on his chest. Then you woke up a second time, realizing that it was Dean's arms around you, and your hands on hsi chest.

"Good morning (Y/N)." Dean said a little sheepishly from being found out.

"Morning there Dean. What uhhh what were ya doing there?"

"Y'know it seemed that you liked being there and I didn't mind it, so I let you sleep. That was all. But you seemed to be getting a little handsy." He raised his eyebrows.

"You could have rolled me over like you did the countless times last night!" You exclaimed.

"Oh, you know about that too?" He rubbed the back of his head.

"Men, I swear. They are all horn dogs!" You sighed and snuggled deeper under the blankets. "But it was a nice feeling, even with that t-shirt on." You mumbled extremely quitely.

"You liked it, huh?" Dean smirked.

You blushed. "W-whhhaat? Nooo! Of course not, pshhh." You stumbled along.

"Okay, okay, I'll admit, I liked it too, there even." He grinned, getting out of bed and stretching. Which of course, you couldn't help yourself but stare at dat ass.

"I think your staring." He grinned.

"Oh ho ho, but who took advantage of my lesser clothing last night? I don't think 10 seconds has anything on a few minutes, now does it Dean?" You shot back, burrying yourself under the covers.

"Touche."

Author's Note

Sorry for a crappy ending, I didn't know how to end it appropriately.

LOOKING FOR A NEW COVER FOR ALL OF MY BOOKS! IF INTERESTED IN MAKING ME AN EDIT, BECASUE I CAN'T EDIT FOR SHIT, KIK ME AT AvengingSupernatural AND I WILL GIVE OUT THE DETAILS.! I ALREADY GOT TWO FOR MY AVENGERS ONESHOTS, SO I'M HAPPY ABOUT THAT!

I don't know what I have to say, besides I like your faces and that cats give me life.

I'm tired af and spellcheck wasn't working when I typed this so yeah, probs a crap-o mistakes.

I GET MY WISDOM TEETH YANKED OUT ON AUGUST 14TH, SO DON'T EXPECT ANY UPDATES FOR LIKE A WEEK OR SOMETHING IDK.

It's 11 o lock over here and I feel like a stayed up for 283649264 days. WAI DUZ DIS HAPPUN.

IT WAS EXTREMELY HOT IN MINNEESOTA AND NOW IT'S BONE CHILLING COLD. THANKS FOR THE DIRASTIC WEATHER CHANGES, STATE. LOV YA TOO.

I'm in a Skyping mood right now, is anyone up for skyping? Because if you are just message me or something and I'll give you the skype name. SO WOOP. If I don't respond right away, I'm sleeping. Just a heads up.

ILY

Until next oneshot,

~AvengingSupernatural