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"i just died and you have sex, do you know how that makes you look?" barbie yelled
"i was just...blowing off steam okay, and how do you know i had sex?"
"you reek of stink which you tried to wash out with her perfume" responded barbie covering her nose and walking away from dean.
barbie was upset, she was fuming, she assumed dean would be so depressed after losing his baby sister, but what does he do to cope instead? have sex!
barbie returns to the living room, with dean following close behind asking how they were certain barbie wasn't just a demon walking around. the young winchester answered that she just drank some of bobby's water, almost every beverage in bobby's place had some holy water in it.
"okay, fine, what about the shifter?" dean asked
the oldest winchester walked over to his bag and pulled out a sharp knife. barbie told dean that it wasn't necessary to do that but dean believed 'barbie' was hesitating.
dean harshly grabs barbie's arm, having her squirm not wanting to get a cut but finally dean went ahead and the young winchester let out a scream. safe to say, she passed the silver test but she was upset with dean.
"i literally just came back from the dead!" screamed barbie, holding onto her fresh new wound.
"but how!?" dean asked
"what makes you think i know! i don't, but i'm now regretting that i didn't stay dead!" screamed barbie
ellen told dean to give barbie some air, that she had just came back. dean stayed quiet before leaving the room and barbie yelling after him: "no idea why you're upset with me! i should be upset with you!"
sam told barbie to take it easy but she couldn't help but continue on to add a list of reasons why she hates her brother, dean so much.
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days went by, ellen left eventually saying she was going to meet up with jo on a hunt before wishing barbie good bye. after that it was just the winchesters and bobby; barbie keeping her distance from dean and vice versa.
most of the time, she would be writing a new article for vogue, other times she would be sitting in an empty room trying to piece everything that happened before the explosion, during and afterwards. having a better understanding of how she was still alive, but there has been no solution.
"you can't keep doing this" sam said entering the room and sitting down across from his sister
"but how am i alive? that explosion should have killed, blown me up to smithereens!"
"but you're not in itty, bitty pieces, you're here and alive isn't that what matters?"
barbie stared at sam before saying: "have you ever died, knowing there was no way you should've lived but you are, and you're just wondering and wondering how the fuck are you alive?"
