Winchester's girl

chapter one

"Didn't Sam and Dean tell you that you're not allowed to smoke in the house?" My friend Charliann questioned me over FaceTime as she could see the smoke from my bowl passing over the camera. I placed my phone on the living room coffee table and even though she couldn't see my face, she could definitely see the smoke slowly filling up the room.
"Yeah, but...." I exhale the smoke and cough a few times, "they're out right now and Sam told me that they aren't suppose to be back until after three." I pick up my phone, tap on my phone, and look at the clock. "Oh, fuck it's 2:15! I need to open one of the windows!"

I set my bowl on the table and run to the dining room where there is a sliding glass door. Sliding it open, I make sure the screen is locked and open it as far as it can go.
"I gotta finish smoking before they get back!" I yell loud enough for my friend to hear me on my phone.
"You should probably go outside if you're opening all the windows and shit right now. Won't staying inside and smoking make the smell even worse? Even if the windows are open?"

I sit back on the couch, crossing my legs crisscross beneath me. Picking up the bowl, I light it again and forget about the question that my friend just asked me. My thoughts go directly to Sam and Dean, becoming paranoid with the thought that something bad may have happened to them on the hunt they just went to complete. I pick up my phone, seeing that my friends screen is paused but don't think anything of it.
"Hello?" She says. Her tone of voice making it clear that she was wondering if I completely forgot that we have been talking for the last two hours.

"Hold on, I'm texting Sam...I don't know why the fuck he hasn't texted me." Charliann almost cuts me off with a laugh, "why don't you just fuck him already and get it over with?" Not like you're gonna be staying with them much longer."
Unpausing my screen and returning back to the FaceTime, I see that my friend has also returned. "First off, Sam is in a long distance relationship and I don't think he finds me attractive at all. Every time I try to wear something hot around him, he just ignores me. Fuck him. I fucking hope that neither of them come back tonight and I'm gonna finish smoking on the couch. I don't give a fuck anymore." Her eyes widen and she sort of shakes her head with a smile and a laugh. "Dean pays attention." We both begin to laugh and I take another hit from my bowl. Choking on the smoke and coughing a few times as tears run down my cheeks from the lack of air, I return back to the conversation.

"Dean will pay attention to anything that fucking moves and has a pussy. He says he doesn't fuck a lot of girls but I know he probably sticks his dick in everyone that he sees. But there's like a 'no fucking' policy with the people that they have to look over," I air quote no fucking and continue, "first off, not my fault I'm here. It's my cousins for trying to sell me to a demon for no fucking reason what-so-ever. And to be clear, Dean and I've never done anything... not really. I mean, we've never fucked or anything sexual really... we've just made out. But I don't think Sam really knows too much. I hope not, because I want Sam but I gotta have fun."
I set my phone up on the candle in front of me so my friend can see me and so I don't have to hold my phone up while I smoke to still see her. Her phone is already propped on her desk and she's spinning in her gaming chair. But only spinning enough so she is still able to see me and I am able to see her. One of her legs is propped up on the chair and she sort of wraps her arm around it to keep it there. "You're out of your mind. And what are you wearing at..." she moves closer to the camera to tap it and see the time "2:23 in the morning when we should both be asleep."

I exhale a big puff of smoke and look down at my outfit. "I am wearing a red bralette where my tits are out, but they're pretty small so it doesn't really matter. Not like they will find it attractive anyway. And then for the bottom half I am wearing just my black leggings."
"Serena, that is a bra. Not a bralette. Just because it's suppose to be a sexy lingerie one doesn't mean you just wear it with nothing over it."
"Bitch okay? I have a cardigan over it too. That is also black, and long, and something that Sam has complimented before. So stay out of my whore outfit choices and start the next game of Call of Duty with your gaming friends." We both laugh and I sort of pull my cardigan up to cover my tits. Therefore, not exposing the red of my bra and wrapping my body in the black cloth.