Mask- a Supernatural fanfiction

Chapter 31: EPCP

Dean drove all the way through the trip, refusing to let me drive for at least part of it. It was like trying to argue with a wall, which only frustrated me beyond compare. He was only being stubborn as he is. And I was only trying to be nice by lending my driving skills so he could get some rest. But like I said, he refused and told me that I was the one who needed rest, which I didn't get because I was scared Edward would only get to me again.

We arrived around nine at night on the same day. Dean didn't want to stop for food, convinced that we will lose time, so we got here earlier than we thought. But I was hungry as hell. He parked the Impala in the garage and took all the bags out. He wouldn't even let me carry mine, but he put my bag in my room and left me to unpack.

When I was done, I felt a familiar pain in my lower stomach.

"Dammit. Now? Really?" I said to myself. I knew my period was coming, but it wasn't supposed to come until next week. And it gets bad.

I quickly ran to my bathroom and took care of it before I could leak. I really hate periods. They are totally useless and only serve as a painful message from Mother Nature herself that you are not pregnant. That's the only perk of periods; your body telling you that you aren't bearing a child. Which is good for me, considering that bringing a child into my life will only be painful for the baby and myself. But why it had to last a week? Totally unnecessary.

As usual, the pain eventually became unbearable and my muscles got their usual aching feeling. Then came the headache, on schedule. And of course, because of my luck, we are out of Advil.

Why world, must you forsake me?

I knew Dean didn't want to hear it, so I tried to keep my monthly reminder a secret. Which was hard to do, since I groaned every second of the day. So I tried taking a warm bath, which only soothed my pain for a couple of minutes.

I really needed that Advil.

After I finished changing into a large t-shirt and workout shorts, I finally padded out of the hallway and to the table, where Dean had some pizza ready. The cramps were bad, and I held my stomach, hoping it could somehow bring me comfort. Dean was on the phone with someone, I think Sam. So he didn't notice me until I unintentionally let out a groan.

His head darted to me, worry plastered on it.

"What's wrong?" he asked me, holding his phone away from his mouth.

"We're out of Advil..." I groaned as I took a seat across from him. His face fell.

"No, you don't get it for another week..." Dean mumbled. What? He knew????

"Excuse me?" I threatened.

He ignored me and instead put the phone back to his mouth.

"Sam, bad news. The bloody war came a week early."

What. The. Hell. They had a code name for my period?!

"Dean, you better explain yourself!" I yelled at him. I can't believe they had a code name for my period! What the shit!

"I have to call you back. The tiger is on the prowl." Is that another code name!

"Dean!" I yelled. He put his phone down, and got up from the table, completely ignoring me.

"Dean Winchester! You better answer me!" I threatened, but he only disappeared down the hall. I sat back in my chair, completely overtaken by what the hell just happened. The Boys had a code name for my period, let alone the way I acted. Like it was some sort of military action. Like I'm some sort of mission. And they had my schedule memorized. Was I really that bad? That they had to memorize my schedule?