Dean headed out of the motel room, the sun beaming down on him, causing the sweat on his forehead to glisten. Blake looked up from the giant fist that imprisoned him and felt unusual as everything seemed to go in slow motion as he watched Dean wipe the sweat from his forehead. Blake didnt understand what was going on, ever since Dean found him they had bickered back and forth, but now a certain part of his mind wouldnt shut up, and it kept saying the same thing as he stared up at Dean Dean is a freakin god, and Blake was that gods number 1 concern right now. Blake instantly shook the feeling, although it lingered in the back of his mind. His train of thought was instantly interrupted as he felt the air rush past him and soon found himself dangling by his hoody in front of the stern face of Dean. Okay Toy Story, I gotta make a store-run, now you can go back in the trunk with all the shiny weapons that could blow you apart and rant your tiny little ass off in there or you can ride up front with me, but if I hear a word from you, Im gonna make myself some Blakey pie, your call Dean said sternly. Blake just looked into the green pools that were Deans eyes, and that feeling crawled back into his body. The slight feeling of respect towards Dean. Dean got in the drivers seat, tossing Blake onto the passengers seat. Dean began to drive as Blake occasionally glanced up at Dean, only now really noticing how huge he was, or rather how small Blake himself was. Blake wasnt sure if it was the whole ordeal so far or just the adrenaline wearing off, but his eyes soon began to get heavy, and pretty quickly, he drifted off to sleep.
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