Living with Sam and Dean Winchester

LWSADW: Juice, please

We were on the gas station. Dean was in the bathroom, while Sam was reading some newspapers or something.

“Found any case?”, I asked him, leant on the car, looking at my nails. Sam looked at me, annoyed. I was asking him the same question over and over again in last five minutes. He was wearing some jeans, and a hooded sweatshirt.

“No, but if you help me maybe I will”, he said, glaring. I rolled my eyes.

“I’m bored. I’m gonna go get Dean”, I said, walking to the gas station.

While I was approaching I saw another building behind it. I glanced at Sam and walked to that building. It was some kind of a bar. I could hear laughter and yelling from inside. I went inside and checked the room. It was old, there was red paint all over the walls, and there were some black and white pictures on them. There were a lot of people. A lot. I looked at the bar and saw Dean. I walked to him, glancing at some people fighting in the corner of the room. Drunks, I thought and shook my head. Dean looked at me and grinned.

“I guessed you’d be here”, I said sitting at the chair next to him. Bartender came and asked me what I want to drink. I ordered some juice or something and looked at Dean.

“Oh, you know me so well”, he said laughing. I rolled my eyes. “So, did Sam found anything?”

“I don’t know, he was kinda mad at me ‘cause I was asking him ‘Did you find anything?’ for like five minutes”, I said smirking. He laughed.

“Speak of the devil”, Dean said and looked at something behind my back. I followed his gaze and looked at the door. Sam was standing there scanning the room. I waved at him and he came to us. He sat next to me.

“You guys left me there, alone”, Sam hissed at us.

“Oh, come on Sammy, you had the car keys, you could get weapons any time you want if something attacked you”, Dean stated.

“Found any case?”, I asked, again. Dean was trying not to smile, but was failing miserably. Sam shot me a glare, but then opened his laptop.

“As the matter of fact I did”, he said, shoving us some page on the internet.

“Eighteen-year-old Sophie Carlton, drowned, and she’s the third victim in the last year whose body hasn’t been found in Lake Manitoc”, Sammy said, while we read the article.

“Think there could be a case behind this?”, Dean asked looking at Sam. He nodded.

“Okay, we’re heading there soon after I finish my juice”, I said, while looking at the bartender carrying my drink.

“Sure”, Dean said, but Sam rebelled. Before Sam could say anything Dean cut him off. “You know, Sam, we are allowed to have fun once in a while.” In that moment some waitress in shorts walked by, and of course Dean checked her out. “That’s fun”, he said and started to get up but I stopped him.

“No, nah-ah, we’re leaving”, I said.

“B- Ugh, alright”, Dean said and got up. I followed him and we all got outside. We were walking to the car when I saw some guy, creep, looking at me. Starring is more proper word. I slightly pushed Sam.

“H-Hey guys? That creep over there’s starring at me”, I whispered. The guy was looking young, most likely my age, he had black hair and gray eyes. He was dressed all in black.

“Sam, you and Hay go to the car. I’ll talk to that guy, he might be possessed or something”, Dean said, going towards the guy.

“No, I’m staying”, I said, but Sam tried to drag me. In a second that some trunk passed he was gone.