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Two Beds

Title: Two Beds – Warmth Series Part One

Characters/Pairing: Dean x Reader, Sam

Word Count: 1220

Reader Gender: Female

Warnings: None that I can think of.

Summary: The Reader and the Winchesters find themselves at a tiny motel with a grumpy owner and only one available room. But who will she share a bed with?

Author’s Note: Okay guys, this is going to be the first part of the Warmth Series! It’s based off This Imagine about Dean warming the reader up when they’re forced to share a bed and it was requested by like 5 people so here you go! The bottom part is the original imagine altered slightly to fit the new story, sorry if it doesn’t totally blend! If you want to be tagged in the following parts of this please send me an Ask or add yourself to the Warmth Series section of This List. Feedback is always appreciated!

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     It was watching you.

     The creepy carved bust on the sideboard was staring at you with hollow, pupil-less eyes, adding the finishing touch to the murder-y motel lobby vibe of the first place you’d found in this sleepy little town. The room was cold despite the obnoxious clanking of the massive, ancient radiator in the corner. Dean’s voice filled the cramped space as he pulled out his wallet and falsified credit cards.

     “We’ll take two rooms,” he said.

     The stout man behind the counter pulled his glasses down his nose and peered over the frames, staring at the card in the eldest Winchester’s hand with no small amount of scrutiny. It was stolen, of course, but it had money on it and that’s all that mattered. The man settled back into his chair and frowned. Judging by the creases around his mouth you suspected he always looked like that.

     “We only have one room. Two beds. No couch.”

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