Jabber-jay is what Dean would call you sometimes. You had a habit of repeating sayings that you found funny or liked how it sounded when you said it, doing impressions to get the pitch and tone perfect.

Sometimes it was annoying though, especially when you didn’t realize you were doing it or didn’t take the damn hint.

In general though, you loved to talk, even if that meant turning off your filter to keep the conversation going. Meaning that sometimes it took a weird turn or just want completely off track.

One particular day, you were repeating a saying that you heard on Tv, a line that you took a rather obvious liking to. Usually, Dean didn’t usually bother to say anything since it only really lasted for a few hours as a time.

Today though, when he was talking to you on the couch, perhaps you weren’t listening since you happened to say your little line. That made him pause, slowly side eyeing you as he set his jaw subtly.

“We need’a put a mute button on you, I swear,” he said, rolling his eyes as he pursing his lips, shifting his position on the stale couch as he flipped through the channels. “Sayin’ the same damn things as if you’re Polly the Parrot.”