Eva Triology: {{ So Realistic }} [COMPLETED]

What is wrong with Eva?? damn

* NO ONES POINT OF VIEW *

Doors open.

* EVA'S P.O.V*

To be honest I had a pretty good day. Sam and Dean have lots of imagination and experience. I stink of sex and I love it. Dean and Sam went to shower in separate bathrooms while I just laid there staring at the ceeling. But enough of naughty business, let the seriousness appear out of nowhere.

I go into the bathroom to take super long shower to move all those little sperms of both of them. Now I smell like lavander mixed with vanilla. Such a lovely scent I will be sharing with the world.

I step out and wipe my body dry, then put on some clothes. Of course, making sure they fit almost perfectly, because no girl wants to combine green and purple together. So I put a plain black shirt mixed with jeans and I stick earrings on my little holes on my ears.

I walk to the living room, Harry is still there. We better bury him so he can rest in peace. Dean and Sam were already there, waiting for me. Dressed and all. Pitty.

"Waiting long?" I ask happily, no tension is present because we already know every angle of our perfect hairy and not hairy body parts. Uh, I am thinking dirty again and you must be very grossed out with my internal thoughts. I will just stop now.

"No, we just finished," Sam says and he is glowing with happiness. Dean follows him in step.

"Okay, so what are we going to do with Harry?" I ask and look at my ex husband. Wait if he is dead, I am a widow now? I guess I am.

"You are going to pack your stuff and carry it in our car, we will repaint this circle above us and call the ambulance. Before they get here we will be already gone," Dean explains and nods to himself and taps on his shoulder. I guess it was a gesture of a very well plan. I nod and go back to my room to pack all of my belongings.
Once I was done, Sam takes my suitcases and walks me towards the car, putting them behind, you know... where all suitcases go. I can't really remember how it's called. We do another circle. And in one sentence, I was ready for the ride. I try to call my parents again but without success.

I slam my phone on the floor and step on it. I don't need it anyway, it just goes on my nerves. Sam and I wait for Dean to come so we can hit the road. Once he is here, he starts the engine and drives off of the driveway. I really love this chapter of my life, hope guys won't go on my nerves because I will shoot them dead. So they must obey my commands. I do not like to be disobeyed, from now on, at least.

I am on a life mission and life of my stupid parents are depending on my searching. I always have to take care of them, oh, brother. Oh my my.. I totally forgot about my brother, to be more clear I forgot his existence. I try to call him but remember that my phone is smashed and thrown away. Damn, damn, damn.

"Do you have any device I could use to call someone?" I ask as I lean towards the two of them, one seat that was in one prevented me to lean inbetween them. Sam looks at me confused and with gathered eyebrows that are doing a little dance. I guess thats how he looks while thinking.

"You mean phone?" He asks and releases his eyebrows from dancing, they softened and relaxed.

"Yes, yes. That device you speak into and other person hears you speak," I agree with him, I kind of forgot how its called. What is wrong with me? I kick my head to wake up my brain.

"I have. Who do you want to call?" Sam asks as he hands me his phone.

"My brother," I say and lean back and dial brothers number. After couple of seconds he answered and I thank God for the effort.