Imagine you're the "little sister" of Team Free Will, and they take you shopping when they notice older men checking you out.
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"I can't believe you got us kicked out!" you exclaimed as the doors behind you closed. "You can't just fight every battle! I never even got any clothes!" "Yeah, and the old man checking you out was practically taking what little clothes you have on off with his eyes!" Dean hissed before snapping the thin line of your spaghetti strap against your shoulder. "Ow!" Sam, whose face was still contorted in anger, sighed. "We'll go to a different store." You stopped dead in your tracks without a single warning. Luckily for you, the two men and angel piled on top of each other instead on to you. "No. Hell, no! I'm letting Charlie take me, because you three just beat a stranger to a pulp because he was staring at me!" "Inappropriately," Castiel added. "I don't care. Just get in the car." The backdoor to the Impala slammed shut as Team Free Will stared at the car and back to the store guiltily. With a shrug, they scrambled into Dean's prized possession where they continued to rant on and on, throwing in random apologies here and there. You, on the other hand, boiled in anger silently. Damn overprotective brothers.
