A few days later.At the bunker.
I knocked on Dean's door and saw him sitting there with his laptop on his lap watching something.
Me "can I come in?"
He nodded, not looking at me.
I sighed, walked over to the bed and sat down next to him "what are you watching?"
Dean "Annabelle. im at the 15th minute"
I nodded "can I watch with you?"
Dean looked at the monitor amused.
I asked confused "what's so funny?"
Dean paused the movie and looked at me "you? The one with a doll phobia. You wanna watch Annabelle? Are you kidding me ?"
I rolled my eyes " you're overdoing it, Dean"
Dean "Elena, you burned all your dolls at the age of 14 in the backyard because you thought they were doing bad stuff to you while you're asleep"
I shot him a look.
Dean "you made me watch Chucky with you. You clawed yourself into my forearm so strong that I had to get stitches, baby, and now you wanna watch Annabelle ?"
I nodded "yes"
Me "yes"
Dean "why do that yourself? You hate dolls already enough"
Me "Because I like horror movies"
Dean "Babe-"
Me "I know you're gonna protect me, Dean. That's why I asked you to watch Chucky with me and not Sam. I knew you'd protect me from any harm"
He smirked "oh really?"
I nodded "yes. Now can we please watch it"
Dean "you're gonna get nightmares. You're not gonna be able to sleep for a couple days. Which means I'm not gonna get sleep either"
I shot him a look.
Dean "but you're the best reason to lose sleep for"
I nodded and smirked "I know"
He chuckled and put an arm around me.
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Dean looked at me "you okay?"
I nodded "yeah"
Dean asked amused "you sure?"
I nodded.
Dean "baby, your fingernails are drilling into my thigh"
I shot him a look "you've had worse marks from me, Dean"
He rolled his eyes and eyed me "you think you can try to go to sleep?"
I nodded "I'm gonna try, for you"
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"
I shot him a look,shaking my head "you don't listen"
Dean nodded "I do. You're scared of dolls, your favorite color ist violet, you love roses, you start crying when your are frustrated, you love pizza, you love cheese cake, your favorite smoothie is cherry banana, you love proving me wrong, you hate it when people ask you stupid questions, you love ranting about TV show characters either because you hate them or you love them, the only reason you start watching something is because you know there is a hot guy and you stop watching the second said guy is dead or left the show. You love the MCU with so much passion. Your favorite characters are The Winter Soldier and Loki"
I smiled at him.
Dean "and I know you love me even though I can be extremely irritating sometimes"
I nodded "yeah"
Dean "I listen, baby"
I nodded.
Dean "was that convincing enough to get you in bed with me? We still have 5 hours left. Wanna watch a movie?"
I nodded "fine"
Dean nodded, put his arms around me and lifted me up "come with me"
Next day. Morning.
Dean and I walked into the kitchen and Sam was there sipping on his coffee.
Me "morning"
Sam "morning"
I sat down across from him.
Dean walked to me with two cups of coffee.
I grabbed one "thanks"
He nodded and sat down next to me .
The he poured himself some cereals in the bowl.
He walked over to the fridge and started searching for the milk.
Sam "we ran out of milk"
Dean's head dropped and he grabbed something before closing the door and sat down next to me.
I grimaced confused "Orange juice?"
Dean just poured the orange juice into the bowl of cereals.
He was tired, I could tell.
Sam eyed him confused "you okay?"
Dean nodded before downing is coffee.
I eyed him "isn't that hot?"
Dean nodded and before starting to eat the cereals.
Sam looked at me confused "what's wrong with him?"
Me "he didn't get much of sleep"
Sam "does it have something to do with that burned doll in the bin?"
I blushed a little "maybe?"
Sam leaned back amused and asked Dean "what did you watch?"
Me "Annabelle"
Sam nodded shocked and amused "oh boy, a doll movie? Are you kidding me? "
Dean "I was watching it when she came in. What was I supposed to do?"
Sam "I don't know, throw her out?"
Dean looked at him annoyed.
Me "it was my fault, okay?"
Sam "no more doll horror movies for you"
Me "but.."
Sam "I wasn't asking"
I sighed "okay"
Then I asked Dean who was eating his orange juiced cereals "how does it taste?"
Dean shook his head, grimacing "wrong"
Sam "Well, You should've known better than to let her watch it with you, Dean"
Dean shot him a glare.