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Twenty

I have just realised that the Djinn episode with Dean was in season two, I wrote it too early please forgive me 😩.

Also thank you to this person who's been reading and voting since the beginning so a shout out to iheartlexiiii

Present Day-

I sighed as I flicked through the pages of a fashion magazine. Over the top of the magazine, I saw Dean eating on Sam's bed, off of a paper plate. I screwed my nose up at the smell of his food and tried to focus on the beautiful dresses on the page. Sam flipped the page of his own book, something on lore, aggressively which distracted me once again. I scoffed loudly and slammed my magazine down before sitting up.

"How can you eat that, it stinks." I glared at Dean, then turned to look at Sam. "And can you please read quietly?"

Sam raised his eyebrows. "I wouldn't be so frustrated if my laptop hadn't gone missing." He stared at Dean. "And do you mind not eating that on my bed."

Dean grinned, a mouth full of food. "No I don't mind, besides I wouldn't have too if miss vogue over there wasn't lounging on mine reading about the shoes of the season."

I glared at him again, angrily. His eyes narrowed and he leant over turning up the volume on the stereo.

I looked over to Sam who was also getting pretty annoyed with the sound, I couldn't even hear my own thoughts in my head.

"Can you turn that down please?" Sam shouted. Dean nodded and reached over, turning it up even louder. I grunted loudly and stood up, storming over and switching it off.

"Hey!" He reached to turn it on but I slapped his hand away and gave him a stern look.

"You know what? Maybe you should just go somewhere for a while. Anywhere else but here." I raised my brow and he waved his plate of food in my face making me gag.

"Hey, I'd love to. That's a great idea." He wound his neck to look at Sam. "Unfortunately, my car's all screwed to hell."

Sam screwed his face up and shook his head. "I told you, we had nothing to do with-"

The door knocked and I used the excuse to walk away and open it. Bobby stood in the doorway and I moved to the side to let him in. "Hey, Bobby." Sam waved.

"It's good to see you again so soon." The older man responded, his hands idly in his pockets.

Dean rushed over and shook his hand, "Thank god you're here."

Bobby frowned and looked between the three of us.

"So um, what didn't you want to talk to me on the phone about?"

As Sam began to fill Bobby in on the case we had been working on, I tiptoed over to the bed Dean had been sat on and reached out for the plate of chilli fries, making my way over to the bin. "Faith!" Dean came from behind me and I started running, shoving the entire plate in the bin, I turned to face his scowl and just smiled, picking up the air freshener and spraying it around the room. "Much better."

"Maybe you could use that when you get out the shower." He muttered and I frowned. "Excuse me?"

"You always use that perfume afterwards, and- and- it stinks." He crossed his arms across his chest and tilted his chin up in an attempt to look big, I just scoffed and rolled my eyes. "Maybe you should've told me that last week when you were complimenting it." I shook my head and walked back over to Sam and Bobby, whilst Dean stood against the fridge soaking in his feat.