Do you Promise?

SKITTLES, BIATCH!!!

Wow, I guess Wattpad got another update, huh? Weird... Anyway, I know, I haven't posted in forever. Don't hate me, I have other stories going on on another website... So.... yeah. ANYWAY... You guys have to listen to two song for me... One is in the youtube box over there -------> but down a little. It's Ignorance by Paramore and I can't help but think of Sammeh everytime I hear it!!! Right?!?!?

Anyway... There are actaully 2 other songs you need to listen too... They're by Panic! At The Disco and they are called....

Lying is the most fun...

and

The Ballad Of Mona Lisa

NOW GO LISTEN TO THEM... after you read this... Or during it, I'm not picky.

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As aforementioned, in the morning I was completely covered with the limbs of a sasquatch. Named Sam. Seriously, he was half-way on to of me!!! Drooling on my boob naturally!

"Umm... ewww." I said quietly and pushed his head off as gently as I could. All that did was make him flail for a moment before locking his arms around me in a death grip... in which I could barely breath.

After about 20 minutes off flasbacks about my sister doing this and calling me "Teddy" when I was little, and onl managing to have Sam tighten his hold to the point of me not breathing, I called for Dean.

"Dean!!" No response. "Deeeeeean!!!" No response. "DEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN!!!!!!!" No response. "GET YOUR ASS UP AND HELP ME DEAN!!!!"

Finally, a response. Of being flipped off.

I groaned and said, "You're brother is kinda choking me. I could use some help."

Now, the response was grumbling into the pillow. I mentally laughed before I said this one, "He's drooling on my boob, Dean."

And that one had him up like a rocket, pulling Sam offa me. I let a painfully large amount of air rush into my lungs, and then I hopped out of bed, Dean now Sam's victim.

I smirked at them, grabbed the Impala's keys, and walked out the door saying, "I'm going to get somethin' to eat. I know, Bacon Cheesburger with some apple pie for you, and some salad or shit for Sam."

I looked back to see Dean scowling, laughed, and went to the car. I got in and drove to the nearest dinner, one of the small town ones, and ordered To-Go. I got myself some icey ceam (A/N Yah, that's how I spell it, gotta problem? Caz I can have Sam and Dean on your ass faster than a dog on steak. Yeah, you really want that? Don't answer that, fangirls....) vannilla blue goo with rainbow sprinkles, of course!

On the way back to the motel, which I had to drive extra fast to get to because of my icey ceam, I listened to some music and made SURE not to get any icey ceam drips in the car. Dean would, literally, have me wash the upholstery and then shoot me. With rock salt. Ow.

When I got back, Sam and Dean were both dressed in day clothes, while I was still in my P.J.'s, and Sam was blushing scarlet as soon as he saw me. I looked down at myself, my white cami having a large drool spot on it. I grimaced and then set thier food on the little table. "Two burgers for Dean and I gotta BLT for you Sammy!" Dean pointed to the cone in my hand, "It's winter...."

I shrugged and walked into the bathroom with change of clothes, smiling. I walk out and Dean is watching TV and Sam is on his laptop. I grin and plop down in the chair next to him, looking at the screen with my head on his shoulder.

"Whatcha lookin' up Sam?" I asked, squinting at the tiny words on the screen. "Nothin' much, just some research for our Dad's hunt. Wanna make sure they come hime early so we can get outta here...."