"Hey guys! Have you seen my knives?!" You yell at the top of your lungs, digging and throwing random crap around in your room at the bunker.
None of your brothers answered, so you go out of your room and see them sitting at the table who Sam was on his laptop and Dean was reading the local newspaper.
"Hello?" You look at them who are still not paying attention to you, so you make your way over to Sam and shut his laptop.
"Hey!" He wines, looking up at you in confusion and anger. "What the heck?"
"Where are my knifes?" You narrowed your eyes at Sam.
"I don't know." Sam answers annoyingly.
He opens back up his laptop, continuing on to what he was doing. "Ask Dean." He gestured over to Dean, who was just lost in space, scanning the newspaper.
"Dean?" You glanced at him, trying to get his attention.
Nothing.
"Hello!? Earth to Dean?" You hit the newspaper to bend it a little to make eye contact at him, making Dean close the paper, raising an eyebrow.
"Hello." Dean simply answered.
"My knives? Where are they?" You rudely asked him.
"Dunno." Dean shrugs, continuing on with the paper.
You annoyingly rolled your eyes.
"Dunno? They were in my little tin box. Now they are gone." Your eyes went over to Sam, who was looking at Dean, then your eyes scanned back to Dean.
"I dunno, now can you leave me alone." Dean spats.
You eyes widened a little, backing up from your feisty brother.
"It was just a simple question." You told him.
"I know, but I told you once. I don't know where they are." Dean repeats himself.
"Okay, don't need to get all wilded up." You uneasily spoke. You turned around, about to go back into your room to mind your own business, but you heard a voice that spoke behind your back.
"Y/N, why are you being such a b-"
"Don't you dare say it." You turn back, sternly saying to him with your nose flaring.
"Bitch." He says it, with no hesitation.
"Hey, Dean-"
"No, no. I will handle this Sammy." You interrupted Sam while walking closer to Dean. "So me asking where my knives are makes me a bitch apparently." You point out to Dean and a little bit to Sam in a sharp tone.
"Lately, you have been. I mean they're just knives. You should be helping us with this stupid case, not looking for your stupid knives." Dean stood up, stating aggressively.
"Oh I'm sorry that I want to protect myself from the monsters and the demons." You harshly said.
"Okay, I'm glad it's settled then." Dean sat back down in the chair then opened back the newspaper. He was reading it like nothing happened.
"So, I'm still a bitch?" You asked Dean, trying to get answers from him on why he even called you that.
"Y/N, please just go to your room." Dean bossy tone made you a little more angry than before when he called you the name, so you spoke.
"You can't 'send me to my room.' You mocked.
"Watch me." Dean threatens.
You stood there while crossing your arms letting Dean know that you weren't going anywhere.
