"Get up" you felt the cold instantly hit your body.
"What the hell?" you rubbed your eyes to see Dean fully clothed holding your blanket.
"We have a case (y/n) lets go. We're leaving in 20 minutes. Pack up"
"You know sure as hell she won't be ready in 20 minutes" Sam walked in the room holding his bag.
"Shut up. What time is it?" you say stretching your arms over your head.
"4:30 am" said Dean with a smirk.
"Shit" you said under your breath. It was your choice to tag along with these assholes. Don't complain.
"You'll get used to it" said Sam as he threw a black t-shirt at you.
"Thanks... Turn around"
Both of the guys turned around, knowing the routine. Dean slowly turned around and smirked.
"Hey. Asshole"
"Watch your language" said Dean sarcastically as he turned around.
"Done."
"Okay" said Sam. He turned around, grabbed his notebook, and walked out.
"Why can't you do that in the bathroom?"
"Because I am very comfortable in this bed"
"Princess" Dean said this under his breath (but you could clearly hear him say it).
"I may be the princess, but you will always be the Queen my dear"
You get up and walk to the bathroom and put on your pair of shorts that Sam had washed at the dry cleaners. He left them out for you to wear them because he knew that they were your favorites. You brushed you hair and teeth as fast as humanly possible so you could be a smart ass and be done in 18 minutes. You throw you brush into the bag along with your purse. Just before you walk out the door you put on you black combat boots and your necklace of a little jar with rock salt in it. You turn around and double check that you got everything, and you walk out the door.
