Mask- a Supernatural fanfiction

Chapter 36: Dr. Phil

"Catherine, wake up!"

I grunted and snuggled closer into the bed. Maybe the voice would go away and just let me sleep if I ignore it.

"Come on, Catherine. You need to get up."

Was that Sam's voice? Why the hell is Sam waking me up? Doesn't he understand that a lady needs her beauty sleep? Maybe I'm dreaming it...

When I felt two large hands on my shoulders shaking me, I knew it wasn't dream-Sam trying to wake me up from my slumber.

"Get up!" Sam's voice shouted.

I moaned deeper into the pillow and pushed my head further into it.

"Mmm, just five more minutes..." I mumbled, wanting Sam to just let me be.

I heard Sam grunt and then Dean's voice from the other side of the room.

"Sam, she obviously doesn't want to get up. Just leave Kitty to sleep," Dean's voice said. It sounded like he had something in his mouth, maybe a toothbrush. But I was too tired to open my eyes to see.

"Shut up, Dean. She's the one who wanted to get up and work out with me," Sam's voice countered to Dean's.

Wait, 'work out'? What is he– Shit!

I quickly shot up, rubbing my eyes rid of sleep.

"Okay, okay. I'm up," I said as I rubbed my face. When I opened my eyes, I saw Sam standing over me in workout clothes. Dean was by his bathroom with –you guessed it– a toothbrush in his mouth, the white toothpaste foam at the corner of his mouth. He was wearing a robe around his boxers and t-shirt. Dean was grinning at me, despite the toothbrush in his mouth.

Dean moved the brush to the edge of his mouth and greeted me, "Good morning, Sleeping Beauty!"

He was being sarcastic with me. This early in the morning? Jesus. I knew I looked like shit, and Dean's sarcastic comments and smirks only confirmed my beliefs.

"Shut up," I groaned, throwing the covers off of me and making my way out of the room so I could get changed. As I made my way out of his room and to mine, I heard his chuckles.

When I was finally done getting ready, my hair was in a ponytail and I had my workout clothes on. I was wearing a sports bra with an old workout shirt on top of it. I wore black yoga pants and, of course, sneakers. I looked pretty damn cute for someone who barely works out anymore.

I met Sam at the bottom of the stairs. He was wearing a gray workout tank top-thingy with basketball shorts and, obviously, sneakers. His muscular arms were showing and I could've sworn he was flexing as he held out a water bottle for me.

"Thanks," I groaned as I took the bottle. It would be so much better if I were sleeping right now, instead of doing physical activity. Ew.

"Someone is grumpy," Sam commented with a smirk. Of course I'm grumpy! You woke me up!

"Shut up, Winchester." I rolled my eyes and walked up the steps. I just want to get this over with.

Sam chuckled behind me and followed me up the steps. Before I could open the door, I heard Dean shout from the table where he was probably drinking coffee or something.

"Good luck, Rocky one and Rocky two!"

He's such a jerk for referring to Sam and I as "Rocky One" and "Rocky Two". Typical Dean. Plus, who the hell was he talking to? He hates working out; he should try to do this for once.