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dean winchester || first textual experience pt. 5

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     Back at the hotel, Sam nods along as you retell everything that happened at David Abrams's home. "You know," says the Winchester, furrowing his brow, "it sounds like that David kid might be possessed."

     "Okay. Then you and Dean can go expel the ghost out of that boy, because I'm not going back there. He is freaky as hell."

     Dean chuckles from his the wall he's leaning on, arms folded over his chest.

     "Why're you laughing?" you inquire.

     Dean tries, and fails, to fight off his grin. "I'm not."

      "What is it?"

     "You have to go back there."

      Your eyes widen and your jaw drops. "Why?"

      "You forgot your sweater," Dean says, pointing at your bare shoulders.

      You groan. He's right. "Can't you just get it for me?" you whine, pouting at him.

      Dean laughs. "No, I'm not the one who forgot it."

      You glare at him. "You're really enjoying this, aren't you?" He smirks at you. You roll your eyes and stomp over to the motel door, swinging it open.

      Dean looks at you quizzically.

      "Get the friggin' keys."