Being Alive ( D.W)

"What Was I Supposed To Do?"

He smiled "great"

Night.

I slowly shook Dean "Dean"

He turned to me and put his arm around my middle and his face on the crock of my neck "mhmm"

Me "I can't sleep"

He jumped up and turned the nightstand light on before grabbing his laptop "alright"

I looked at him confused "what are you doing?"

Dean opened Netflix "looking for something to watch since the sun's not gonna be up for another 6 hours and you're definitely not gonna fall asleep."

Me "you don't have to stay awake with me, Dean, I can go back to my room or into the control room and chill there"

Dean shook his head "nope, you're gonna turn the whole bunker upside down to go find for something doll like and then you're gonna burn it"

I shot him a look "that's not true"

Dean shot me a look back.

I sighed and turned to him "Dean, baby, I don't want you to lose sleep because of me, okay? I'm fine. I can manage to not freak out for 6 more hours"

He shook his head "no, you can't"

I shot him a look "why don't you have more trust in me?"

Dean "Because I know you"

I rolled my eyes and moved out of the bed "I am fine"

Dean "you're not"

I shot im a look "Winchester"

Dean sighed  "fine, but promise me the second you freak out you come to me."

I nodded "I promise"

Then I walked out and froze when I saw the corridors being dark.

I sighed "you have got to be kidding me"

Then I walked down the corridor into the kitchen and turned the light on.

I walked to the fridge and took out a water bottle.

Suddenly the lights went out and I felt something on my leg.

I screamed and grabbed the butcher knife and looked down.

A doll.

I kicked it away with my leg and heard someone laugh.

Dean.

Me "you son of a bitch"

He stopped laughing and smirked "I told you so"

Me "you son of a bitch "

Dean walked over to me "come on"

Then he grabbed the doll "I thought you had said you were fine"

Me "I thought you knew better than to be a smartass while I am holding a knife"

Dean rolled his eyes and I put the knife down.

I grabbed the doll and walked over to get matches.

Dean "what are you doing?"

Me "just watch"

Then I lit the doll and threw it into the metal bin. It was starting to burn.

Dean "you're crazy"

Me "you do not mess with me with dolls, okay? I've told you that countless of times"

Dean nodded "I know, I listen"