Insane?

Chapter 4

(Alex's POV)

I'm not sure what it is exactly that makes people snap because if you had asked me what I would be doing in the next 3 days I would've said you're fucking insane.

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Ben and I got up from our nap at about 6pm. We couldn't hear anything happening downstairs so we assumed it was ok to get dinner now. It's kinda fucked that we have to sneak around just to get food.

We decided on pizza with stuffed crust because that shits good. Then went upstairs and started watching Supernatural on Netflix. Not gonna lie I'm gay for Dean.

Ben always argued that Sam was cuter. Which isn't fair because Sam is cute, but Dean is...god damn.

"Benny hurry up you're missing the good part." I yelled just as Dean got hit by a car. I winced.

"I CAN'T MAKE MY PISS COME OUT ANY FASTER WITH YOU YELLING AT ME! I'M SHY!" He yelled back.

I groaned. Oh for fucks sake.

I heard him running into the bedroom. His belt clinking as he pulled up his jeans.

"HURRY! HURRY! HURRY!" I yelled.

He jumped onto the bed just as Sam's Tuesday restarted.

"So what happened?" He whispered.

I nearly jumped out of my skin when a piano landed on Dean.

"HOLY SHIT," I yelled. "TRYING TO GIVE ME A FUCKING HEART ATTACK!"

"Is he choking on fucking sausage?" Benny laughed.

"Benny! Dean just died show a little sympathy!"

He laughed. "Sorry baby...child, person, Alex." He said awkwardly. I looked at him like he grew 2 heads. What the fuck? Weirdo.

"Benny...I have no idea what you just said." I laughed.

He looked so cute. He was looking down embarrassed and was blushing.

"Awh," I said.

"Alex stop," he blushed more and groaned. " Ugh is this how you always feel?"

"Yup." I smirked. "Now what was that whole awkward babble thing?"

He mumbled something.

"What?"

"I don't know Alex. Can we just drop it?" He asked blushing more.

"Fine." I sighed.

He pulled me onto his lap and wrapped his arms around me.

Ah seriously Deans ass is a gift.

I felt benny flick the back of my head.

"Hey! What was that for?" I whined.

"My ass is so much better than Dean's," he grumbled.

"I said that out loud?"

"Yeah," he glared.

I laughed. "Are you seriously pouting right now? What difference does it make? I think Dean has a hot ass and you think Sam's cute." I laughed.

He moved me off his lap. So now we were both cross legged sitting opposite each other on the bed.

"Would you quit talking about Dean's ass?" He growled.

I smirked. I have no idea why he's angry but he looks hot. Time to add fuel to the fire.

"You're just mad that his ass is perkier than yours." I said. I would've laughed if I didn't think that he was gonna attack me any minute now.