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AN: This is super old and is, like, the first fic I remember ever writing. Barring my epic Jurassic Park IV script when I was ten. So. Apologies.
There was a crack. A really loud and really lucky crack. Followed by a thump.
Dean felt it was necessary to buy the owner of that shotgun a drink.
Which he thought was a wonderful idea right until he saw the wisp of a girl that was holding said shotgun.
"Dean?" The girl half laughed, lowering the barrel and flipping a stray strand of blonde hair out of her face.
"Dean?" He mimicked back at her. When she didn't move from where she was, hand on her hip and a look of pure delight on her face, he dropped his head back on the ground and dialed his voice back from school-girl mimicry. "Help me up!"
She scoffed and rolled her eyes, but the corners of her lips were stilled curled up. God, was she gloating about saving him? She reached her hand out to him and, with a grunt, pulled him up.
"You know," she said, wiping her hand on her denim jeans, "I think she was going to eat you."
"Oh, you think so?" He quirked an eyebrow.
"I do." She grinned, then quirked her own eyebrow back at him. "Oh, poor baby. Did Dean Winchester have to be saved by a girl?"
He huffed and started toward his car.
"Oh, God, I can't wait to tell mom about the look on your face."
She was going to be buying her own damn drink.