One Of Them (Supernatural fanfic)

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My eyes snap open as I hear a loud buzzing next to my ear. I look next to me to see an alarm clock. My eyes squint as I try to read the bright red letters. “5:00” I growl and throw the damn thing across my bedroom, it shattering against the wall. It’s been two months since that car crash. And since the last time I saw Castiel...

 

I throw on my clothes and storm downstairs. “WHY THE HELL IS THERE AN ALARM CLOCK IN MY ROOM, AND WHY DID IT WAKE ME UP AT FIVE FRICKEN O’CLOCK?!?!” I question angrily. I’m not the kind of girl you want to be waking up this early in the morning. Hell, they’d be lucky if I don’t set the place on fire.

 

Sam and Dean put their hands up in defense, and Crowley looks quite amused. Dean looks very tire with bags under his eyes, and coffee in his hand. But Sam on the other hand, he looks fully awake. I question them again as to who in god’s name put a clock in my room, and Dean points a finger at Sam.

 

Sam looks at Dean. “I did not!” He argues. He’s obviously the guilty one. I storm right over to him, and throw the now broken alarm clock in his face. Dean laughs his ass off.

 

“That’s what you get for waking up a girl Moosey,” Crowley says in his Scottish accent, taking a swig of Whiskey, like usual.

 

“Why DID you wake me up anyway?” I question, putting emphasis on the ‘did’.

 

Sam shrugs. “It’s bad for you to keep sleeping in till noon time,” He states, making me glare at him more intensely. I guess I look quite intimidating, seemings how he looks away after I see a shiver go up his spine.

 

A scoff rolls off my lips and I head to the cabinet, pulling out some cereal and some milk from the fridge, pouring myself a bowl of cereal and happily eating it at the table. Well, if you call glaring at Sam the entire time without looking away or blinking happy.

 

“I’m going to the farmers market today,” I state. I really need to get out of the house. For those of you who don’t know what a farmers market is, it’s actually exactly what it sounds like. It’s a market, for farmers. There’s all kinds of booths and stuff for anything from homemade baked goods, to vegetable straight from the garden. Even wooden bowls made from local people. Of course, everything at the farmers market is non processed and all locally made.

 

“We’re coming with,” Dean states in his overprotective voice, taking another sip of his strong, black coffee.

 

I roll my hazel eyes. “No, I’m going alone,” I continue, “Or… at least with Crowley. I need some outside alone time, and I know Crowley will keep his distance.”

 

“Hell no! I don’t trust Crowley alone with my little si-”

 

“Dean, he HAS to protect me!” I say, cutting him off.

 

Dean goes to say something but Sam rests a hand on Dean’s shoulder. “Let her go. She could use some time by herself,” He says softly.