You heard giggles coming out of the kitchen when you woke up.
"Morning, sunshine!"
Sam's deep voice buzzed through your head. At an uncomfortably high volume. You raised your head to see him, holding a glass of water and an aspirin.
"Can you not shout at me like that? Thank you!" "I didn't. But whatever. How was last night?" "Disappointing!"
You let your head plop back down on the table.
"How comes?" "It was boring! No cute guys except for the bartender who brought me home." "Dean didn't seem to be bored!"
You lifted your head to glare at him.
"Why do you have so much fun, making fun of my feelings? Are you jealous? Or are you just a sadistic asshole?"
He let out a loud laugh which caused your headache to grow stronger. His smile grew wider, when Dean and the girl came into the library. She was basically hanging on to him and he was smiling. His hair was a mess and he had that 'after-sex glow'.
"What got you laughing like an idiot, Sammy?" "Angie's suffering a 3rd degree hangover." "My bad! Want me to get you an aspirin?" "Sam already did but thank you!"
You slowly stood up and walked towards your room.
"Don't bother me today, unless there's an apocaly-" "Just go take a nap!"
Dean said, looking at the girl with a look that said everything.
"Unless there's a puppy in the library!" "It was awesome, meeting you Alice!"
The girl waved at you. She probably was a nice girl but you couldn't stand her just for being here.
"It's Angie!"
You left.
"Did something else happen?" "You should know! You two went out together last night!" "You went out with her? And then ditched her for me?"
She seemed angry.
"Well, I didn't ditch her for you. We agreed on having a fun night out with other people!" "You're unbelievable!"
She stormed outside. Sam and Dean stood in the library, completely confused.
You spent the rest of the day sleeping, eating and binging Netflix. You walked through your room in sweatpants and a tank top, gathering snacks to end this day with a movie marathon, when Dean waltzed into your room.
"Is that never knocking a Winchester-thing or do you just don't have any manners?" "Why aren't you dressed yet?" "I am!" "Not for the upcoming occasion!" "A movie night is coming up! I'll definitely win best-dressed!" "So you're not coming out with me?"
He frowned. You were seriously reconsidering staying in just because of the look on his face.
"Come on, Angie! It's Saturday! You can't actually consider staying in and binge-watching Game of Thrones?" "That was what I had planned but if it makes you happy, I'll join you! I have to cut back today, though!" "Lightweight!"
That comment kinda fueled you. You got up and disappeared into the bathroom. You got out, wearing your hair in a messy bun, you're favorite flannel shirt and some shorts.
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