Grey

11.

"Psychopathic behavior is more likely to accrue in younger stages of youth-"

"What are you watching?" Dean asks talking over a documentary I was watching. I sat lazily in the bunker and this happened to be on TV. It was actually quite interesting.

"It's about how psychopaths learn there evil ways." I say all mysterious-like. "No seriously though, it's actually interesting. Most psychopath tendencies come from how you're raised in most cases."

"Well if that's the case Sam and I outta be the next Norman Bates." He joked.

"Well actually you two might be more considered as vigilantes. Me on the other hand...my childhood more fits the description." I laugh.

I laugh because I don't think I could actually really hurt anybody. I mean yeah as fucked as my childhood was I don't think I was cable of real murder. I look to Dean who I noticed didn't think my joke was that funny. In fact it made him look...uncomfortable.

"Jeez Dean lighten up, it's a joke, I don't think I could deal with the responsibility of being a psychopath." I kid again, trying to lighten the conversation. He brushes it off with a fake chuckle trying to pass it off. I didn't buy it. I roll my eyes.

What was his problem? Couldn't take a joke lately....

"Cas wait-" We suddenly here Sam yell.

We turn to see Cas fast walking to us with Sam right on his heels. I sit up instinctively inching away from Castiel. The guy just rubbed me the wrong way.

"What's going on?" I ask when I notice Cas is staring intensely at me. Seemed to be a habit of his.

"Dean-"

"Not now Cas." Dean says harshly. My eyebrows scrunch together. Were they fighting?

"Why won't you-"

Suddenly Dean grabs Cas's shoulder roughly pushing him into the other room where they couldn't be seen. Their voices got further and further so I assumed they took the conversation else where.

Okay now that was weird.

Sam still stands there awkwardly, trying not to make eye contact with me.

"Sam...what's going on?" I say getting up off the couch.

He smiles politely stuffing his hands in his pockets.

"Nothing, nothing their fighting about something."

"Fighting about what?" I ask crossing my arms over my chest.

"Uh-you know what-I don't know. You'll probably have to ask Dean that."

My eyes narrow. I didn't believe he didn't know anything but I would ask Dean.

"Ask me what?" Dean asks suddenly with a irritated-looking Cas behind him.

"You two are fighting?" I say turning my motherly scold towards him.

"Hardly. Cas here was just concerned about you."

My whole face scrunches together. Now I know he was lying.

"Concerned about me?"

"Yeah. He heard about your little mermaid accident. I didn't want him to upset you so I told him not to say anything."

"Why would I get upset?"

"Just teaching him to be polite." Dean grins.

I stare at him with one eyebrow arched. A small part of me semi believed him. I don't know though, I wasn't stupid but I also didn't want to pry. If they didn't want to tell me then whatever.