To Hunt or Be Hunted

"You know, Sammy, you really need to get laid soon because I can't handle anymore of this...whatever this is." Dean says as he searches the house, tossing papers around aimlessly.

"Dude, why are you always pestering me about it. All a girl has to do is blink, and you thinks she's head over heels for me. Besides I-" Sam was cut off by the older Winchester.

"Jess, I know. " he says slightly annoyed.

"Yes, Jess." he snaps back.

Suddenly the feeling of a gun to the back of his head causes his whole body to stiffen.

"Uh, Dean?" he says.

'What Sa-"

He couldn't say much at the sight he saw when he turned around. There stood a girl about one quarter shorter than his moose-like brother, and the look of death in her eyes.

"I don't know Jess is, or who you two bastards are but, why are you in my house?" she growls.