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"You’re really far away," Dean coos with a worried tone before singing in a purposefully terrible tone. "Baby come back! You could blame it all on me!"
The blonde in front of him in an outfit he didn’t exactly mind rolls her eyes and takes two steps forward, turning the telescope around so he was holding it properly. “Better now?” she asks as if she was talking to a child. Emma folds her arms and stands back in her spot.
Dean gasps loudly. “This is incredible! What kind of science is this, Em?” he asks, portraying shock flawlessly.
She huffs and begins to walk away from him, the satisfying clicking of her boots on the wood beneath them. “Why I agreed to come out here with you, I’ll never know.” She clearly meant the ship they were on, in the middle of nowhere, searching for who knows what. Once again, Dean got her to accompany her on an adventure, this one much more childish than any other. With it, came the new uniforms, these much less sophisticated than his lawyer’s suit and her secretary dress. However, Dean seemed to be getting a bigger kick out of her apparel than her, and that in itself was unfair.
He drops the lens to his side and follows her towards the steering wheel to their pirate ship. “Oh come on. You know you don’t regret coming out here so we can be alone. You and me, on the sea, I…” His voice gets lost in his throat, and he frowns. “I’m not a free style rapper, give me something that rhymes with me and sea.”
Emma can’t help but smirk, barely looking at him through her wavy hair. “How about Dean’s such a dummy?” she suggests, already feeling as if she’d won that one.
Dean leans on the railing in front of her, giving a thoughtful nod. “That’s one option, I like that, we can keep that on the table. Or… How about ‘I’m searching for Emma’s booty’?” he asks with a hopeful smile. She gapes at him and hits him with a laugh. “Get it? Pirate lingo!” He smiles brightly at her, while their gazes soften. He begins to lean in, their smiles dropping, and in a quick panic, he leans passed her lips, his nose being buried into her hair. “My god, woman. When’s the last time you washed this?”
Emma pushes passed him, brushing her hair out of her reddening face to brush off the awkward encounter. She leaves Dean to gaze after her, pursing his lips in another wasted opportunity. He hangs his head dramatically before going down to his bunk to think things through.
(Warning: This is super cute. It's a Song fic. They are literally singing but this isn't from a musical... if that makes sense. The song it's based off of is here x)
"Oh, Emma… My dear Emma. You’ll never know how much i actually love you." Dean sighs as he changes into his pajamas, dropping his clothes on the floor, kicking them to the side. "We’re the best of friends, and we share our secrets. She knows everything that is on my mind." He says to himself as he lays down in his bed.
"Why don’t you kiss her?" A voice in his head says to him softly. The voice actually sounds like Emma. "Why don’t you tell her? Why don’t you let her see, the feelings that you hide? Cause she’ll never know, if you never show, the way you feel inside." Dean sighs and sits up.
"Oh I’m so afraid, to make that first move." He shakes his head, talking to himself. "Just a touch and we could cross the line. Everytime she’s near, I wanna never let her go. Confess to her what my heart knows, hold her close."
"Why don’t you kiss her?" the Emma voice asks again. "Why don’t you tell her? Why don’t you let her see the feelings that you hide? Cause she’ll never know, if you never show, the way you feel inside."
"What would she say?" Dean says getting up, kinda irritated at the voice in his head which was resounding in his room. "I wonder would she just turn away. Or would she promise me that she’s here to stay. Its hurts me to wait. I keep asking myself…" Dean scrubs his face with his hands. "Why don’t you kiss her?"
"Tell her you love her." Came the Emma voice.
"Why don’t you tell her?" Dean asked himself, walking towards the wall.
"Tell her you need her."The Emma voice encouraged him.
"Why don’t you let her see the feelings that you hide? Cause she’ll never know, if you never show, the way you feel inside." Dean sighs and goes back to his bed. "Why don’t you kiss her?" He asks himself one last time before he climbs in and lays down.
"Why don’t you kiss her?" Emma whispers into the phone before she hears the soft snoring that signals Dean is asleep. She hangs up. When Dean kicked his pants, he also kicked his phone, redialing the last call he made. Which was to Emma. She had heard everything.
