Decapitation of... who?

Sam’s POV

I sprawled across my bed. Dean’s laptop rested against my thighs. Dean had escaped to the bar, leaving me to fend for myself. I decided that, no matter how much Dean resented going, we couldn’t put off a trip to Lawrence anymore. Personally, I didn’t really want to go back either. I tried to avoid Lawrence when I could, since the days of hunting the yellow-eyed demon. I clicked onto the local airports  website, and was just scrolling down through the list of flights, when I heard heavy footsteps clop down the hall. A moment later, the door opened, and my older brother stumbled in, looking very drunk.

I frowned at him.

“You know, Dean, this isn’t really a good time to be drunk.” I commented sourly.

He frowned. “But I feel great!”

“Yeah..” I said sarcastically, rolling my eyes. Just waiting for him to say or do something stupid.

“And..” Dean continued dreamily, with a very familiar look. I gagged. Love. “I met this extremely sexy chick, at the bar...”

I made a chocking sound in my throat.

“Her name was Annie... Isn’t that just the prettiest name ever?”

“Dean!” I exclaimed. I slapped his cheek lightly. “Dean! We’re in the middle of a case! We don’t have time to muck about with chicks.”

Dean frowned. “You’re bossy.” He looked up at me, “and freakishly tall.”

I frowned. “You haven’t invited her home have you?”

Dean grinned. I just wanted to slap him again. “That’s exactly what I did.”

“How do you know she’s not some kind of monster?” I snapped crossly. Cases and love didn’t mix well. As both of us had reason enough to know.

“You mean, some hide under your bed come out at night kind of monster?” He hadn’t dropped his almost joking tone. And I was really beginning to get rather annoyed.

“No.” I retorted. “Like. Vampire, demon, shapeshifter. The place is over-run with them”

Oh. Like Alice? Ruby? Lucifer?” Dean asked, almost tauntingly.

That did it. My past was nothing to joke about. Even if he was drunk and didn’t know what he was saying. Infuriated, I snatched the Colt from the bed, and aimed it at Dean. He smirked lightly. 

“You gonna shoot me brother? Dean asked.

“Yeah,” I replied, attempting to make myself sound sure.

Someone knocked suddenly. Dean leaped up to get it. 

“Annie!” he yelled excitedly.

“Shh,” I whispered quietly, “wait, I’ve got to hide this first.”

“Does it matter?” Dean hissed impatiently, his hand already at the door. I quickly stuffed the gun and the laptop in my bag. Then pushed the bag under my bed. Dean opened the door as I straightened up. The girl, Annie, walked in rather nervously. She was tallish. Not taller than me though. She had wavy brown hair that fell to below her shoulders. Her sparkling sea-blue eyes were fixed on Dean. She was pretty, Dean wasn’t kidding. 

“Hi,” she greeted Dean happily. She looked around a bit. Then her eyes fell on me. She looked a bit confused. I waved at her weakly.

“Who’s this?” Annie asked Dean.

“Oh. Just my brother,” Dean said, in an off-hand voice.

I frowned. “I’m Sam. Sorry...” I suddenly felt a bit awkward. I pointed to the door, “I’m just going now.”