Being Alive ( D.W)

"Where We Happy?"

A few days later. At the bunker. In the control room. 

I was looking through some books with the hope that there was something useful in them. They've been out for a couple days, leaving me alone in the bunker. 

Sam and Dean walked in. 

Dean cheered " Hoo-hoo! Back to back to back. That was one for the books."

Sam nodded "Yeah."

Dean looked at the in barbed wire-wrapped baseball bat in his hand  "Man. Dad would love this thing. "

Then he dropped the bat on the table. onto the books. guts and blood stained the page. 

I looked at Dean annoyed "Dean, the books"

Dean sat down "sorry"

Then i eyed him. 

Dean asked me confused "what?"

Me "You're covered in ghoul and wraith. You... you even have a piece of siren in your hair."

Dean pulled out the piece and looked at it amused "gross. how do you know?"

Me "Sam filled me in"

Dean "of course he did"

Me " you should shower"

Sam nodded "she's right.  You've been wearing the same pair of boxers for four days."

I looked at him engrossed. 

Dean " Okay, one, weird that you know how much underwear I packed"

Sam asked confused "That's what's weird about this?"

Dean "And B, it's two and two. Doesn't count if you flip 'em inside out."

I shook my head amused. 

Sam's phone buzzed and he looked at it "Got another case."

Dean asked surprised " Really? Already? How'd you do that?"

Sam shrugged "Same as the others. I-I made a computer algorithm that scrapes data from police scanners, emergency calls, uh, local news sites, and then it puts everything through a h--"

Dean starred at Sam. 

Sam " The computer told me."

Dean "Computers. "

Then he chuckled "Monsters, porn. Is there anything they can't do? All right.  Well, let's get to it, then."

Sam nodded "Yeah, that's fine. And, dude, um... after you get cleaned up."

Dean stood up " I got baby wipes in the car."

Sam " Dude. Dean, I'm serious, man. You smell like roadkill."

Dean " That's 'cause I do all the heavy lifting."

Sam looked at him annoyed "You -- All right. "