You sighed dreamily and giggled a bit, like a prepubescent teen, as your favourite fictional dream guy finally leaned closer and kissed the heroine of the book you were reading. You were totallylost in the fussy romantic description of the scene and didn’t even notice thestrange look Sam sent you over the stack of research material.
“What are you laughing at?” Sam asked,
lifting an eyebrow. The book in his own hands lowering a bit so that his eyes
could meet with yours, his hazel eyes soaked in the same question he had voiced
“N-Nothing special, just thought of
something funny that’s all,” You said, trying unsuccessfully to hide the book
as Dean snatched it from your hands.
“Looks like our big, tough, hunter chick is
reading a romance novel,” He grinned, laughing once you tried to jump for the
book, keeping it just out of reach. “So this is your dream guy then huh?” Not
waiting for an answer he started reciting the romance scene that sounded
absolutely awful when he read it out loud.