5 years. You were surprised you weren't dead.
Five years after meeting the Winchesters, and you haven died. That must be a new record, even longer than their own mom.
You smiled and walked out of your room. You felt happy, at the least.
You were in a blouse and boxer shorts, along with knee socks. Nothing else, not caring about a thing.
It was 6 in the morning, one one of the day's the boys actually slept. You took your iPod and plugged it into the speaker, and started to blare One Way Or Another. It was so loud, you couldn't even hear yourself singing it.
"One way or another I'm gonna find ya
I'm gonna getcha getcha getcha getcha
One way or another I'm gonna win ya
I'm gonna getcha getcha getcha getcha," you sang at the top of your lungs. Sam and Dean were walking into the library, when they saw you pulling a Risky Business.
You slid across one of the tables, which you waxed yesterday, and you slid across it, holding a candle.
The music stopped, and you looked back, groaning. Dean had the funniest face. His nose and mouth were scrunched up, and his eyes were narrowed.
Now Sam, has a bitch face. Full on, arms crossed bitch face.
"Uh, good morning." You held the back of your neck, and looked away. They look at you disapprovingly.
"Your playing the wrong song." Dean shook his head. You looked confused and looked at Sam. He shook his head and looked at Dean.
"I thought I taught you better. Although Blondie is okay." Dean went to the iPod and put on "Old Times Of Rock and Roll".
"Oh. Okay. Thanks, I think." They walked away and you were confused as hell.
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Okay, okay. I wrote this at 5 in the morning. Cut me some slack. xD
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