The Moose Will Be Mine
This fic was written for 2 challenges: (1) the glorious @thing-you-do-with-that-thing SPN Hiatus Writing Challenge Week #18. The prompt is “There is so much blood.” And #2 the amazing Ana @percywinchester27 ‘s POJ challenge. My quote is “With great power… comes need to take a nap. Wake me up later”
Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Reader
“What is your brother’s deal, Dean?” I asked as I looked up from the ancient text on Vetala I was reading.
“Could you be a little more specific, Sweetheart?” Dean asked, draining the last of his beer in one long swallow.
“How long did Sam say he would be?” I asked cautiously before answering.
“An hour at least, why?”
I swallowed nervously. “I’ve noticed him staring at me like I’m a dog he wants to pet when he thinks I’m not paying attention. He definitely has my chest memorized, that’s for damn sure. “
Dean grinned broadly. “I was wondering when you’d finally figure it out. I think he’s got it bad for you, Y/N. But every time I try to talk to him about it, he changes the subject.”
“Well, most of the women he gets involved with end up dead, so can you blame him?” I said with a smirk.
“Don’t think I don’t know that you have it just as bad for him,” Dean told me just as the bunker door opened and Sam came in. I bit off my response and just glared at him instead.