Summary: While on a case, a witch plays a little trick on Dean, giving him the gift of too much information.
Word Count: 996
Warnings: none that I can think of
A/N: This is for @squirrel-moose-winchester birthday challenge. My prompt was Curses/Spells/Potions. I realized while writing this that crack is hard!! (at least for me). I am honestly not sure if you will find the humor in this, but it was funny in my head, so here goes. :) Have a wonderful birthday full of laughs and good times!!
You got up and headed for the counter once the coffee pot dinged, but Sam barely seemed to notice. The two of you had discussed the circumstances of the case a bit, but mostly you were waiting for the eldest Winchester to return from the morgue.
You couldn't help but think you should have gone with him, but you didn't want to watch him flirt with the doctor performing the autopsy. You had gotten quite enough of that after the first victim. You were still trying to convince yourself you didn't have feelings for Dean because it would complicate things, and the feeling of pure jealousy you felt inside you earlier wasn't helping.
“What did you just say?” Dean asked. You glanced behind you as he stepped into the room and shook your head.
“I didn’t say anything.” You replied innocently as you sipped on your third cup of coffee that afternoon.
The three of you had been hunting in a small town near Myersville and had finally deduced that the strange events around town were the result of a witch. Now all you had to do was figure out who it was. You kept thinking that the first witness, a clerk at the supermarket, seemed a little off but you couldn’t put your finger on it.
“I think you are right.” Dean told you, sitting down at the table across from his brother.
“Right about what?” You asked him.
“The clerk.” He answered.
At first he surprised you and you watched him out of the corner of your eye, wondering if you had said that aloud. After a moment, you shrugged your shoulders, convinced that you had mentioned it earlier in the night and it was just coincidence that you had been thinking about it then. You sat down and opened your laptop, ignoring the conceited smirk you saw on Dean’s face.
The three of you looked through the files you had and a few old newspaper articles. As the evening wore on, Dean grew more and more restless. Although it wasn’t uncommon for him to become bored and irritated doing research, this seemed different. It caused a few glances between you and Sam, but neither of you said anything.
“Stop!” Dean shouted, pushing himself away from the table and standing up, his hands pressed to the side of his face and his eyes squeezed shut. “Just stop.” He repeated, calmer.
“What is wrong?” You asked concerned.
“I’m not crazy, Sam.” Dean barked instead of answering you.
“I didn’t say anything, Dean.” Sam told him innocently. He glanced at you and you simply shrugged.
“No, but you were thinking it.” Dean argued. He sighed and grabbed his car keys, marching out the door.
“How did he???” Sam asked, looking at the door and then back at you, unable to finish his question. You shook your head and got up to follow Dean outside.
Dean was sitting in the driver’s seat of the impala, keys still in his hand and his head resting on the steering wheel. You opened the door and slid in next to him without saying a word, just watching him. He looked so guilty, and you knew something was up, but you weren’t sure what it could be. Dean started to chuckled and leaned back away from the steering wheel.
“Don’t you wonder why I think you are right about the clerk?” He asked you quietly. “I mean, we never really agree on anything when we are on a case.” He added.
You thought about it for a moment, remembering a lot of heated discussions. “I always thought you did that on purpose just to rattle me.” You accused, rolling your eyes.
“I know, and I usually do.” He admitted.
“Ok, shoot. Why do you believe me?” You asked. Dean turned in the seat so he could face you.
“Because ever since we were there this morning, I’ve been able to hear what people were thinking.” He told you.
“Be serious, Dean.” You told him, annoyance in your voice. Dean just waited a moment, quietly watching as the curious parts of the day slipped their way out of your memory.
“There you go.” He said, nodding as you turned back to him, your eyes wide with surprise.
“All day?” You asked and he nodded. “Everything?” You practically whimpered.
“I especially like that song you kept singing in your head when we left the police station.” He smirked, raising his eyebrows as you felt the heat flow up into your face. “Baby you can drive my car.” He teased, wiggling his shoulders from side to side.
“Shut-up!” You shouted, punching him in the shoulder and hiding your face as he laughed. “I can’t believe you.” You muttered into your hands.
Dean reached out and pulled your hands away from your face. “Come on, that’s not the worse thing I’ve learned today.” He told you. “You should have heard what that waitress was thinking at the diner.” He told you, shuddering.
“I figured you would love to hear what women think.” You teased him. Dean shook his head violently.
“Trust me, there are some things that should remain a mystery.” Dean told you. “Especially when they are about my brother.” He added, and you threw your head back in laughter.
“Serves you right.”
“Yeah, I know. It was fun for a while, but when we were sitting there at that table inside, I heard both of you at the same time. The words you were reading, your thoughts about the case, all of it. It was like being in a crowded bar, only I’m the only one that could hear it. I couldn’t think.” He explained.
“So, what do you say we go take care of this witch and you can get back to normal.” You offered.
“Gladly. Just…do me one favor?” He asked.
“What is it?” You asked, pausing.
“Can you just not think anything?” He pleaded, scrunching up his nose.
“That’s a promise.”
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