We Make Hot Chicks! ~A Supernatural Fan Fiction.

A Day In The Life. Kinda.

A/N: this is my first SPN Fanfic, so be gentle! I appreciate feedback, I think. I've never had any XD enjoy!

Samantha was tired.

Like, really friggin tired. So tired that she didn't even complain when her sister, Deana, played her favorite song over and over and over at ear-bleeding volume.

After two cups of caffeine, however, Sammie plain out shrieked at Deana to 'Shut off that God awful noise before I end you.'

After the offensive record was put away, and Deana had muttered a bunch of insults under her breath, (one of which was "Bitch" causing Sammie to retaliate with "Jerk" almost instantly.) Sammie started to do a lot of research on nothing in particular, whether it be spells, exorcizing, or what ever else the men of letters kept in this arsenal of books.

Meanwhile, Deana was far from tired.

Deana was experimenting with bacon. Why? She didn't know, it was there and, well, she really likes bacon. Wonderful, wonderful bacon. Turning around from the meaty dish (meaty dish, she thought to herself, snickering) she was about to grab some pepper, because, uh, Experimenting. But the pepper wasn't there. What the fu- seriously!? She thought angrily. A lot of digging, searching, and cursing later, Deana had no pepper and burnt bacon.

"Damn. Well, some experiment.." She mumbled, frustrated, as she threw away the wasted happiness- er, bacon.

Samantha was researching something called Universe Cracks when Deana almost stomped back into the library-room with a frustrated look on her handsome features. Sammie looked up from her book at the noise, then smirked at the look on her sister's face.

"How was your bacon?" She teased, the smirk still fixed on her face.

"Shut it, kid. I'm gonna go to a bar and get trashed, wanna come with?" Deana asked, sounding irritated yet fond.

"Nah, this thing is really interesting." Sammie declined, nose deep in the book again.

"Ugh, fine, have fun nerd." Deana teased, drawing out the last word.  grabbed her coat and ruffled Sammie's hair on the way by.

"Ughhhh you jerk!" Sammie grumbled while flattening the deep brown waves back down.

"Don't mention it!" Deana shouted behind her as the door started to swing closed.

**-**

Two beers at a bar later, Deana was far from trashed.  Yet, her drinking spree was cut short by two piercing blue eyes that suddenly appeared to her right on a barstool. One moment she's checking out this hot guy's butt (it was a work of freaking art.) The next she's spilling beer all over herself, surprised from the sudden arrival of the brunette in a tan pea coat.

"Cassie! Damn! What the hell?" Deana quiet-shrieked.

"My apologies. Deana, before you become too intoxicated, I've come to inform you that I have sensed something." Cassie replied in that cool, monotone voice of hers.

"Something? We talking candy canes and lollipops kinda something orrrr bloody battle kinda something?" Deana questioned.

"It's similar to the human phrase... 'Something's gonna go down.'" Cassie tried,  air quoting the phrase.