“You know what I hate - Hic! -about vampires?”
You looked up from the increasingly interesting tabletop and to your boyfriend, who was sitting in the chair beside you with a beer in hand and a smile on his face.
“What?” he asked.
You put your hands on Dean’s knees and leaned forward, face a hair’s breadth away from his as you flashed a conspiratorial smile. “That they kill people. That’s not cool.”
Dean shook his head and laughed, putting his half-drank beer down on the table beside him. “You know what, I hate that too.” He closed the gap between you, lips brushing your ear as he whispered, “That’s why we kill them first.”
“OH MY GOSH!” You tripped over your own feet and went tumbling forward. Dean’s strong arms catching you around the waist was the only thing that kept you from face-planting. “We do that - Hic! - don’t we?”
“Yeah,” Dean tucked a piece of hair behind your ear, “we do do that.”
You looked up at your boyfriend and flapped your mouth like a fish out of water. Then you burst out laughing and practically fell over as Dean tried in in vain to get your squirming form firmly seated in his lap.
“What?” Dean asked, pulling your back flush with his chest.
“You – Hic! – said – Hic! – DO DO!”
“I … seriously?” Dean sighed and slid his hand under your legs, standing from his chair without warning and hoisting you into the air. “Come on, I think you’ve had enough for tonight.”
“What? Nooo,” you whined, clawing at Dean’s arms to no avail.
You tried to wriggle free and find your way back to the library, but it was no use. You’d have a hard enough time getting out of this situation when you were sober. Drunk you stood no chance. So with a resigned sigh you went still in Dean’s arms and let him carry you back to your shared bedroom, suddenly finding yourself drifting in and out of consciousness with the new-found calm.
“Goodnight, Sweetheart,” Dean whispered, kissing your forehead as he laid you gently on the bed.
You mumbled in response and reached out, catching Dean by the wrist and holding on with what little strength your fatigued body had left. “Stay,” you muttered, voice muffled by the pillow your face was currently pressed against.
Dean squeezed your hand and tucked it under the blanket. Then the mattress dipped and you rolled back as the eldest Winchester crawled in behind you.
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