My Devotion deanxoc

The Dean List

"You'd be surprised."

He places his hand on my leg again, a sign of comfort and understanding. There was no way he was going to understand this.

"It's a list of the girls."

"Girls?"

"The ones you brought home."

"You kept a list of my hookups!?" He laughs. Not the reaction I was expecting.

"Yeah, I guess so. It started as a joke. When we were 14. There were three different girls in one week so I wrote down their names."

"You put your name down?"

"Not yet." Finally, I laid down, put my head on his chest. His breathing was steady and calming. How? My heart was racing, it felt like my throat was closing in on itself. My palms were sweaty. "I left the notebook in Lawrence."

"I think you should add your name. What if it happens more than once? Do you write the name down several times?"

"No, start a tally. Your girlfriend freshman year? Kara Davidson? 13 times."

"We should start a tally," He says, poking me in the ribs. I squirm and laugh, burying my face in his chest.

"That tickles! If I have to write another name after mine, I might die."

"It's supposed to tickle," He ignores the second part of my statement.

I lean up, shocked. 

"You're supposed to tell me you don't want there to be another name after mine!" 

"Of course I don't want another name after yours."

"Good, I don't want to have to burn all my hard work."

"I think you mean my hard work," He says, winking again and rubbing my leg. He leans his head down and kisses me. "I'm telling you, we're starting a tally."

I smile as he kisses me again, his hand dragging up my back and holding onto the back of my neck. I kiss his cheek, then whisper by his ear.

"Not tonight though, we've got a roommate."

By now, the sleepiness is thick in his voice, but with as much sass as he can muster, he whispers "she started it." I kiss his neck and lay my head on his shoulder. He moves his hand to the small of my back and tickles my ribs again. I bat his hand away, but he just takes my hand in his and we both fall asleep about 5-10 minutes later, still holding each other's hands. 

Rose's POV:

When I emerge from the bathroom, they're asleep in each other's arms. I debate waking Dean up and shoving him to the couch, or hell back to his own room but eventually, decide against it and take the couch for myself. I had to grab a pillow from the bed, but it wasn't too hard because they're both on one half of the bed. Thinking back on it, I could have slept on the other half, but that would be like sharing a jail cell with Bonnie and Clyde. 

I grab a pillow from the bed and pull the blanket up around them. I need a blanket too, so I grab one from the closet before laying down on the couch. Before falling asleep, I send a text to Sam. 

During the three hours that Shelby and Dean were gone, Sam and I had finally gotten to talk about where we were going. We did some other things during those three hours, but that wasn't the point. 

The text read "Hey, ik you're sleeping but I just wanted to say I'm rlly happy with you :)"

Dean's POV:

I wake up around 8 the next morning and smile at Shelby, still asleep in my arms. Glancing around the room, I notice that Rose took the couch when she could've shoved me out of the room. Her arm is hanging over one edge of the couch and her face is buried in a pillow.

A few minutes after I wake up, Shelby stretches her arms around my neck in a hug. She whispers "good morning" and smiles. 

Rose groans from the couch, "I'm staying here forever. You can't make me do shit today."

"Actually, sleepyhead. Check-out is at noon, so you might want to gather your stuff back into your duffel bag, but you can sleep in the car."

"Ew," Shelby rolls over into the pile of pillows next to me.

"You're both not morning people, got it."

"People that like mornings give me hives," Shelby says, voice muffled by the mountain of pillows.

"Hey now, what about our traditions huh?"

"We haven't done any of those since 7th grade." 

Shelby sits up. Her hair falls over her face and she pulls it back into a messy ponytail. 

"Doesn't mean we can't do them now, besides, we gotta teach Rose the best parts of a hunt."

Eventually, once the girls are completely ready, hair and makeup perfect to their standards, we grab a plastic bag from the bottom of the trash can. The cleaning service tends to be lazy, so they drop the roll of garbage bags into the bottom of the can, then conceal it with the bag that they line the can with. We tear apart the bathroom, filling the bag with lotion samples and soap bars that Sam and I will use at home. 

An hour later, we've checked out of the hotel and are on the road back home. Bobby asked Sam to rise with him, so the girls and I hit the road in the Impala. Secretly, I was hoping they would both just fall asleep for the majority of the ride, because a pretty girl asleep in my lap and her best friend silent in the backseat made my life easier.