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Holding my books under one arm I blinked sleepily.

My eyes get hot and my lids dry. I wanted to curse myself for staying up late on a school night but what could I do, Dean Winchester has me in a chock hold.

I dropped my heavy texts in the table the same time a voice called “good mornin

I grunted a response.

“Long night?”

“Something like that” I dropped to my usual chair and poured a glass of orange juice, downing it in three gulps. I exhaled.

“Did you sleep at all?”

“For like two hours, and don’t say anything, I regret it enough as it is”

I rubbed at my eyes with my thumb and forefinger reaching for more juice with my other hand.

“Have this instead, I’ll wake you up” he pushes a mug into my hand and I look at him for the first time this morning.

As usually he is dressed impeccably for work, in a dark dray suit with white dots and a matching tie, I look vastly underdressed next to him in my white shirt and one of my newer jean shorts but I was running late this morn