Being Different (D.Winchester)

1.67 Uriel

I was sitting on the bed next to Sam who was on his laptop. i could feel Sam looking at me once in a while. 

Me "You got something to say?"

I looked at him and he looked at me. 

He shook his head "no"

I raised an eyebrow "You're a bad liar. "

Sam raised his eyebrows "I am a bad liar?"

i nodded"always been, always will"

Sam "You're talking to me again, i'm surprised"

I scoffed and stood up. I walked over to the fridge and took a beer out.

Then i opened it "Can you blame me? You left me, Sam, you left me alone"

He sighed and closed his laptop "You're my best friend, Elena-"

Me "i thought i was your best friend, Sam, but best friends don't do that to each other. I would've never left you"

Sam looked down "i know"

I took a sip of my beer "that's all you have to say? do i not deserve an apology?"

Sam asked irritated "for what? For trying to handle my brother's death?"

My jaw dropped "For leaving your best friend, Sam!"

He went to say something but then my phone started to ring. 

I took a sip of my beer and answered my phone "what?"

Dean "why so pissy?"

I raised an eyebrow "nothing. Hey, did you steal my candy?"

Dean "what?"

Me "The chocolates i bought, did you steal them?"

I heard him chew and then gulp "no?"

I whined "Dean"

Dean " I was hungry"

Me "And i want sweets"

Dean sighed "i'll buy you new candy, okay?"

I rolled my eyes "How is it going?"

Dean "Awesome, yeah, I talked with Mrs. Razor Blade again. I've been sitting out in front of her house for hours and I've got a big steamy pile of nothing."

 Me " Look Dean, someone planted those hex bags, someone with access to both houses. There's gotta be some connection."

 Dean" Yeah, well I hope we find 'em soon cause I'm starting to cramp like a –  Son of a bitch. "

I pouted "you know i hate it when you call me that"

Dean " No, Lena, I mean, son of a bitch. "

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Dean walked inside and threw his room key on the table. 

Sam " So, our apple bobbing cheerleader?"

 Dean " Tracy?  The Wallaces' babysitter. Told me she never even heard of Luke Wallace. "

Sam " Huh, interesting look for a centuries old witch."

 Dean "Yeah, well, if you were a six-hundred-year hag and you could pick any costume to come back in, wouldn't you go for a hot cheerleader? I would, hmm... "

Dean sat down on the other bed and got lost in his thoughts. 

I raised an eyebrow at him. 

He looked at me.