Clueless // Supernatural & Dan and Phil [ D I S C O N T I N U E D ]

7. Pooh and Thor

It's been a couple of weeks since Dan and Phil told me they were coming to my house.

In that time I've been doing a few things to neaten up the house and try and make it look like it has actually been cleaned in the last 10 years.

My weeks have consisted of: finally filming that video, helping the Winchesters finish the case they were originally here for, cleaning, tidying, more cleaning, YouTube, Tumblr, repeat, even more cleaning, combat training with Dean, more tidying, Pokémon, a little more YouTube and, you guessed it, just a shit-ton more cleaning.

Sam's been pretty helpful, but Dean. Oh. My. God. Let me tell you something. Never, I repeat, NEVER let him into your home.

First of all, all he ever talks about is pie. "Hey, Anna, while you're up, get me some pie!", "Are you going to the shop? Don't forget the pie.", "Woah, dude... Where's the pie?" I swear to god that's all I ever hear. "Pie this!", "pie that!". I can't get pie out of my head. I'm left thinking about it 24/7 and it's driving me insane.

Second of all, his constant flirting is going to end up killing me. I can't deal with it. I'm terrible at relationships and I can't flirt to save my life (well, actually that's a lie, but I think I'll save that story for another day). I have to resist the urge to punch anyone who flirts with me and, quite frankly, right now I wouldn't mind punching him. I don't think my dad and Sam would argue with me about it to be honest.

And lastly, he's the messiest person I've ever come across. I thought I was bad, but my how I was wrong. That guy'll walk to the bathroom and leave a trail of destruction after him. I keep finding candy bar wrappers and crumbs of various sizes everywhere. Seriously, how do the crumbs end up everywhere but the garbage can? They end up in my socks! The socks I have on my feet the whole day! The socks that go no where near Dean and his friggin' pie!

Honestly, I've never known anyone as messy as myself until Dean. I don't even know anymore. I've resorted to staying away from him (holding a salad is always a good way to repell him - just FYI).

Dan and Phil have been sending me cute texts and FaceTiming me almost all the time. It's so sweet and I'm so happy that they're so excited.

My confidence in God and the universe is growing and I'm praying hard that everything will go according to plan and Dan and Phil will be fine here and won't end up being eaten by a ghoul or something. I have all my fingers and toes crossed.

"Just drop me off here, dad. I'll call you when they're out so you can pick us up." I tell my dad, Bobby Singer, from the passenger seat of the mini-van he's driving.

I open my door and climb out, grabbing my small black backpack and putting it onto my back.

I walk to the other side of the car to be face to face with my dad. He rolls the window down and I lean on the edge of the door.