“Cassidy, open the door!” I yelled while banging on the door!” I yelled while banging on the door.
“Sorry! I’m in the shower already!” she shouted back as the water turned on. I could see the smirk on her face. That girl.
I turned around and slid against the door. 10 minutes later, as the door opened, the ground and I met. The smooth, tiled linoleum and I met. It gave me a bruise on the back of my head.
(This not a Supernatural story or Dean story, this is pure fantasy and teen fiction. It has nothing to do with Supernatural. I repeat, it has nothing to do with SUPERNATURAL.)
