Winchestered

1.

"Hey Trish!" I hear my brother yell from his room.

"What do you want?" I yell back.

My name is Trisha Reed and I am in my 3rd year of collage. One day I forgot to pay my rent to my landlord for a good 3 months so he kicked me out of my apartment. Don't worry it was a shitty apartment anyways.

"Can you make me that sandwich. The one with french toast."

"What no! You make one for yourself."

"Moooom, Trish wont make a sandwich." That little jerk!

"Trisha make a Sandwich for you brother!"

My mother was always on my brothers side. She use to be on my side before her stupid boyfriend Mark told her all about how weak girls are without a muscular male figure in their lifes. Which is the biggest load of rubbish ever.

Who would even bother with boys. Except if their name is Jensen Ackles and Jared Padelecki. God they are beautiful.

"But mom." I protest.

"Not now Trisha."

So here I am living with my mother and my super annoying 17 year old brother. My dad ran away when my mother gave birth to me so I've never seen his face. Meh, doesn't matter.

I finished making the sandwich for both me and my brother before entering his room. His room always smelled like sweat and boyish. I don't like it. It makes my nose twitch in a weird way.

"A sandwich for your highness." I gave him the plate and he dug in. He was playing some Call of Duty game. Or was it Halo? I don't know.

"Can you bring me a soda from the freazer please." He asked.

"You owe me one." I got up, went to the kitchen and grabbed 2 sodas and went back.

"Thanks sis."

"Do you want a backrub with that too."

"Yeah that's be cool." He laughed still starring at the TV infront of him.

"Not happening Camie."

"It's Cameron." He corrected me.

I like calling him Camie. Makes me feel like I'm Dean and He's Sam. Oh shit it's Thursday!! Supernatural will start soon!! I ran out of my brothers room to the livingroom. Mark was here with my mom and they were kissing on the couch. Gross...

"Get a room." I snap.

"No can do kiddo I'm already turned on." Mark kissed my mom even harder and that made her laugh. I had to force myself not to puke.

I turned the TV on and I was just in time for the 'Carry on my wayward son' part to start. This is the last episode of season 9 and I am sweating already.

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That was the most intence 40 minutes in my life. Dean just became a demon. I am not okay with this what the actual hell Jeremy!! Why did you have to turn Dean into a Demon for!! God I hate metatron and why the frick didn't Cas kill him? I would stick that knife up his ass if I was him. Ugh.

"So he died?" Mark asked, clearly not interested but just trying to impress my mum.

"Yeah well no, He become a demon." I answer.

"So lame." He laughs.

Maybe I should stick a knife up his ass too?

I just laugh along as if that did not make me get the urge to stap him.I got up and went to my brothers room again.

"So?" He asks, still glaring at the screen.

"Dean is a demon now." I throw myself at his bed.

I'm not going to survive this. And with my birthday coming up I won't last that long.

"Oh."

Camie use to watch Supernatural too but he stopped after Kevin and Meg died. He has this huge crush on the girl that plays Meg. Not the blonde Meg. The brunette Meg. He even printed out a picture of her and hung it up on his wall.

A few mintes pass and I'm getting dissy. I shouldn't have eaten all those snacks while watching Supernatural.

The dissyness soon escalated to a really bad head ache. My head is pounding like crazy. I ran to the kitchen and grabbed some Aspirin but before I could swollow them my knees get weak and numb and my vision blurry.

I fell to the floor, shaking. I hear my brother run up to me but I was already gone by then. Everything was black..