Extraordinary (A Supernatural Fanfic)

Back Off Bitch

After we were done eating we just sat there and talked.

"Tatiana said something about needing help on a case. What are your leads?" Sam asked.

"Um, there's been a string of murders. Only one witness, says that it paid no attention to her. It only wanted her boyfriend. All of them were guys and they were all in a relationship. We were planning on going to talk to her at 5. She wanted to get away from her house so we're meeting her at a local resturant for dinner," Tia explained.

"It's called Annie's. I heard they have really good wings and steak and ribs and just barbecue in general. I'm excited. I haven't good barbecue since Georgia. It was a sad day when we had leave there. I literally cried. It was some damn good barbecue. Wait, off topic. Sorry," I rambled.

"You sound alot like someone I know," Sam said to me, staring at Dean who was smiling and nodding. I laugh and Dean just shrugs.

"Hey, It's not my fault the girl like BBQ but I can't say it's a bad choice." He smirked.

"Okay, back on topic. What should we do until 5?" Tia asked.

"Pick outfits, maybe some shopping, or something. Personally, I wanna play Xbox and kill shit." I replied.

"Hell yeah!! I'm in!" Dean said. We fistbumped and I stuck my toung out at Tia.

"See!! Fistbumping isn't out of style."

"Oh shut up." She laughed out. "And like you would need to actually find an out fit or go shopping for new ones. You look great in everything you wear."

"I call bullshit! I look fucking terrible right now."

"Like hell you do! I don't even want to hear it." Tia got up and walked into the kitchen, leaving me and the confused Winchester brothers at the table.

"What was that about Francesca?" Sam's confusion was painfully present in his voice as he asked his question.

"Call me Chess and she has this problem with me calling myself ugly. She always flips out on me when I say that I'm not pretty. It's not my fault that I have a low self-esteem. I always got picked on in school for being smart. She was there through all of it. She's the sole reason that I'm still alive," I said, feeling tears well up in my eyes at the end. "I'm sorry," I got up and walked over to the bed, sitting with my back to them.

"Please don't cry Chess," Sam walked over and sat next to me, rubbing my back.

"You didn't seem to be shy and stuff at the bar last night," Dean said.

"Wait, what happened at the bar last night?"

"Oh we made this bet. If she couldn't make it to six shots of hard liquor then she had to sleep with me. If she did make it to six, I had to buy her drinks. And the best part is that she came up with the bet."

"What?! Why would you accept a bet like that Dean? You're a genuine jackass," Sam yelled.

"I knew that I'd make it. I'm not stupid enough to give my virginity to a guy I had just met at a bar," I interupted their fight.

"Wait, you're a virgin?!" Dean asked. "How is that possible? You're sexy as hell."

"It's called saying no you jackass." I glared at him through the tears streaking their way down to my chin.

"Calm down Chess, there's no need to cry." Sam wiped away a tear with his thumb. I threw my arms around his neck and started to downright sob into the crook of his neck. He hesitantly wrapped his arms around me and pulled me onto his lap. "Shh. It's okay. I've got you," he whispered into my hair.