Note:

This is my first fanfic. There a no particular timelines for the supernatural characters, but for the twilight charactersit is situated after the fourth book.

"DiJ...? Jesus Christ, DiJ, What the hell was that?

"Hey Dean," I smirked, "that was fun, wasn't it?" I laughed. I had a gash above my blackening eye, another down the side of my left cheek; I spat blood from my mouth as it ran steadily from the cut on my fat lip. Dean's appearance wasn't much different to mine. We were too evenly matched, and had only stopped fighting each other when my hoodie had slipped from my face and Dean had actually seen who he was trying to kick the shit out of. Mind you I didn't blame him; in fact I'd kind of provoked him on purpose.

"The hell it was!" Dean said angrily, "Shit! DiJ, I could have hurt you. I did hurt you," He said re-evaluating, his eyes sweeping over my face. I laughed again.

"It's a couple of scratches, Dean, come on, and by the way, you don't look that great either you' know."

"I'm fine, and this is SO not funny Bridget, so quit laughing about it". He said, glaring at me, "Why the hell didn't you tell me it was you?"

"Meh….a few reasons" I replied, smirking again, "Firstly, because it SO is funny. And don't interrupt," I added quickly, when he opened his mouth angrily, "secondly, I'm bored as hell, and thirdly, well, I've always wanted to know how we'd fair up against each other. Last time I asked you for a fight you refused. So, yeah, that pretty much sums it up." Ha ha, if looks could kill. Shooting daggers at me he said;

"I'm just gonna pretend that you didn't just say that, but instead you actually had a really good reason. Now I'm taking you to the hospital." He grabbed my arm and started to drag me in the direction of where I'd seen him park his car earlier. But after a couple of months of total boredom I was not going to give up my amusing fun quite yet. I pulled away fro him and laughed again.

"This is not funny." He said, contradicting my last thought.

"Oh My God Dean! You're being so boring tonight, no fun at all! Please don't tell me Castielle shoved his stick up your ass as well, did he?" Dean stopped and turned to look at me. Damn, I didn't mean to let that slip, but, in my defence, it was almost a too good a comment to pass up anyway.

"DiJ, how the hell do you know about Castielle?" he demanded.

"Oh you' know, I'm just so full of awesomeness that I just can't help but know these things." I said. But, oh, he was so not going to let this slide.

"Wrong answer, so I'm only going to ask you this one more time or….."

"Or what? Are we gonna get into another fist fight Dean? 'Coz I'm pretty sure that was how this argument started in the first place."

"DiJ how did you kno…?"

"How's about we makes us a deal?" I cut in "I'll come back to wherever your holed up for the night, we'll do a tad bit of first aid, coz there is no way in hell I am going to the Hospital for just this," I said pointing to one of the wounds on my face, "and on the way there, I'll tell you how I am so ingeniously smart and know everything ". Dean rolled his eyes.

"Deal," He said.

"Only there's just one more teensy wincey thing." He sighed.

"And what's that?"

"I get to drive."

"Not a chance."

"Oh come on Dean, you've gotta' let me, I already have the keys, see?" I said, dangling his car keys in front of his face, and then snatching them back as he made a grab for them.

"How'd….?" Dean began angrily.

"I'm just that good!"

"Bridget!"

"No, no, no, we've already been through this, you have to agree to the deal before I tell you anything about my awesome 'know and do everything' skills." Dean sighed.

"Fine!" He said, "Just. Don't. Wreck it. Or we will be in another fist fight."

"You know, that's not really a deterrent, Dean."

"Shut up, DiJ."