"Balls," Bobby yelled from the kitchen after the pans fell from the cabinet. You sat around the corner, snickering.
"I thought I stacked these," he thought aloud. He did, in fact, stack them. You just pushed them around.
He glanced over at you and your smirk and snickering quickly faded as he started walking towards you.
"Did you move my pans around," he calmly asked as he slowly walked towards you.
Instead of answering, you bolted around the corner and up the stairs.
"Why do the kids always touch my stuff?"
You ran into the bathroom and hid in the cabinet below the sink. He almost never looked there.
You cracked it open slightly so you could see his progress.
"Where is that damn kid," he muttered angrily. "Always screwing with my stuff."
Dean exited his room as he saw Bobby looking in tight spaces you typically hide in.
"What did she do this time," he asked, annoyed.
"She moved all my pans around and caused them to fall out of the damn cabinet and took off."
"Where have you not checked?"
Crap.
"Her bedroom, but she wouldn't be stupid enough to hide in there. There is the bath-"
No no no.
He started to walk towards the room as you held your breath to make it more quiet.
He checked in the shower. He then reached for the cabinet door.
You ran out in an attempt to escape, but he caught you before you even made it to the door.
"Put me down," you screamed as he carried you over his shoulder down to the kitchen where the mess was.
"Care to explain yourself?"
"Nope."
"She really is a Winchester," Sam said as he walked in. Where did he come from?
"You know that you aren't aloud to mess with Uncle Bobby's stuff, right?"
You nodded.
"So why did you do it?"
"Because Dean does it all the time," you admitted.
Bobby stood up straight and slowly turned towards Dean.
"You have been touching my stuff too?"
He glared at you.
"It's not my fault," you said and held up four fingers. "I four years old."
"Haha," Sam laughed.
"Sammy is da one who painted your walls," you told Bobby.
Sam shot a glance at you.
"I four years old."
Bobby turned towards Sam as you stuck your tongue out at the brothers.
"I got some files you two are going to go through," Bobby started. "A lot."
