Bitch, I Might Be
Summary: Classic Dean helps Reader sleep plot
Word Count: 1084
A/N: So, I couldn’t sleep last night or tonight. I was all spazzy (just ask @kclaire1 who got a really confusing email from me… oops!) and I don’t know why, so I decided to just write about it! It’s only three weeks into the semester and I think I’m going crazy. I wonder how insane I’ll be by midterms or finals. Also I think this is a gender neutral reader! (Of course my brain isn’t working so I might have missed something)
It’s three o’ fucking clock in the morning and I’m cleaning the bunker’s kitchen. Why? No idea. I mean, Sam keeps it clean enough. The Winchesters aren’t slobs. Actually, they’re cleaner than I am. I’m the token dirty roommate in this trio.
Which brings me back to the question: Why the hell am I cleaning the kitchen at three a.m.?
Well, really, I should be asking the questions: Why the hell can’t I sleep? Where the hell did all of this energy come from?