Cupid ((supernatural/ Dean Winchester))

Chappie Seven: Help

A/N Hey,

What a surprise this morning to wake up to,  over 100 reads! I can't believe it! Thank you all so much, I never thought I wold come so far ands it is all of you all!

I know I haven't updated much but I just got a phone,  and my tablets off getting fixed so I am trying to work on my stories on a new key board and it is difficult, but I should be getting my tablet back soon then I will be updated sooner with longer chapters.

Much love,
Onceuponachris XOXOX
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AMORETTA'S POV

I blinked in disbelief, choking back a near hysterical laugh, not believing what I heard, yet loving the sound of it. I playfully cleaned my ear before saying, "Did I hear you correctly? Did the almighty Winchester's just say 'please'?"

Dean grunted angrily, trying to cover it with a cough, but failing horribly since I heard it plain as day. His little brother, Sam, shot mad warning looks at him, I felt oddly smug at the revelation that I was to blame for this family fight. I know it was upsetting to be driving a wedge between the two brothers but doing so just might let me get the upper hand in this ordeal.

"Hey, Sammy," I whispered, not too quietly cause it's not like I was really saying anything that those other two didn't need to be kept out of. "I don't exactly see where the win/win works out for me, care to explain?"

"You win your life." Dean chimed in, cutting Sam off when he opened his mouth. "Isn't that enough?"

"Now, now, now," I said in a patronizing tone of voice, wiggling my finger like a disapproving mother. "Little Deanie shouldn't be so rude as to interrupt me and your brother, and plus I think you owe me this much, you should know I don't have many friends."

Guilt and something else flashed in those storybook green eyes, he looked down, not even replying to my comments. Regretting the slight rude tone to my voice, I gave him a sad smile and made a move to rest my hand on his shoulder, a small but a comforting movement. He tensed and jerked his arm away from my  hand, regaining his icy exterior.

I made eye contact with him then his brother and my curiosity answered before I thought through the situation. "I want to help, I want to know when he did with my blood."

Sam smiled and completely relaxed, a hand landed on my shoulder and the scenery changed, into a little motel room that probably costed less than my iPhone case. I noticed that the others had also been moved here, probably by that angel with his wings able to take us anywhere in the blink of an eye.

"Show off." I muttered, plopping down on the dirty dushty bed, watching the dust particles float and dance in the light. Sitting up I went to grab my bag to change clothes for the day and realized it wasn't here. "Hey, trench coat, you forgot my clothes, unless you're going to buybuy me a new wardrobe and lap top."

The old and plentlyful backpacks were on my lap before I had even finished my last sentence. The car keys on top of the pile, jingling with each wobble of the barely standing pile.

"Your car is out front." Dean told me, laying down on the other bed that was nearly double the size of my one I was laying on. I narrowed my eyes in suspicion that he had done something to my baby to spite me. He didn't open his eyes again.

"Amoretta, that bed is kinda small, unless you want to be on the floor until we change hotel rooms, you have to share with Dean." Sam commented, scratching the back of his head awkwardly. I looked at his brother pointedly, then glared back at him before standing up and forcefully tearing Deans pillow out from under his head and the blanket off of Sam's bed, his seemed relatively cleaner than the one on Dean's bed. "What are you doing?"

"I would rather sleep in the tub than sleep in the same bed than that thing you call your brother." I tell him, hastily making a bed on the floor that I won't even be using anytime soon, I would have to be put in a coma to sleep around these people. Sam seems alright, I admit to myself, but I don't really know him so that would be a bad choice to trust him now  after all he just had a gun to my head not to long ago.

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A/N

I know this was a short chapter but I just really wanted to post because of my hundred reads, and I haven't posted in a while so I figured a little was better than nothing.

Until next time,

Onceuponachris XOXOX