Fancy a Roll in the Hay? (Pt 18)

Boy are you all gunna hate me for this one. Only two more parts after this folks! I’m sad to see it go, I love this fic. Hope you enjoy this very frustrating chapter. :D xox

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Part 9
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Part 11
Part 12
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Part 14
Part 15
Part 16
Part 17
Part 18

“Are you fucking kidding me? How hard can it be?!” You mutter under your breath, grabbing the stick and examining it closely. “Wait…what the fuck does two dots mean?”

“Oh yeah how hard could it be.” Steve says, rolling his eyes.

“No this is good…this gives me time to actually think…” You say slowly, trying to convince yourself as much as Steve.

“Alright. Do you want to talk it out?”

“I don’t know.” You say slowly, your brow furrowed in concentration.

“So…whose is it?” Steve asks curiously.

“Buc…Piet…wait…” You say, thinking back. “I…I don’t know…”

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“Y/N,” Dean whined from the couch, lenghtening your name. You smiled and sighed at the same time. He was like a child when he got sick.

“Coming, just let me finish the soup,” you answered. You stirred the tomato rice soup for one last time before you poured it into a bowl.

“But Y/N,” Dean whined again. “I want you now!” 

You sighed before you opened the door to his room. “I’m already there,” you said with a smile and placed the soup on the small table next to his bed. Then you looked at him.

He’d catched the flu a few days ago and because he’d denied that he was sick, it had gotten worse. And now he was sitting on his bed, wearing a hoodie and tucked into deveral layers of blankets.

“Do you want anything else?” You asked him and placed a hand on his forehead to see if his fever was as high as it had been before. Unfortunately, yes. “You better get rid off this fever,” you mumbled, more to yourself.

“Cuddle with me,” Dean said and you raised an eyebrow and frowned at him.

“Dean, I don’t think that’s a good idea. I don’t want to get sick too,” you said and gave him an apologizing smile.

He pouted and you had to admit that it looked quite cute. “But I want you to cuddle with me,” he whined and you sighed an ‘okay’ before you climbed on his bed and opened your arms.

“Come here,“ you said and Dean smiled slightly before he snuggled up to you and rested his head on your stomach.

You began to play with his hair and before Dean drifted away, he mumbled, “you’re the best Y/N I know.”