A/N: Hello folks, I know, I know, I'm bad and I'm ashamed of myself because I didn't manage to update my other story "The Phantoms Little Sister" but my muse just won't come and I'm terrible sorry. To be honest, I'm updating this so I don't feel as guilty as I should that I can't update my ohter story. So, to get away from my self-pity-party, here is a little three-shot about Supernatural, which plays a big role in my life and I so hope I got Sam and Dean in character and of course that you like it. So here is the first chap and have fun.
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural (even though it would be awesome), I only own my OCs. Also Dean didn't tell Sam before convention, Hell experience
„Man, that's sucks. I mean, they don't even look like us and they treat our lives like it's a damn joke. I swear, the next time I see Chuck, I'm gonna shoot him. This time for real!", Dean said to Sam as they went to the bar.
„Yeah, I know what you mean but for now, play it cool."
„Yeah, I kn…", Dean broke up midsentence because…
„Dean… DEAN! Don't you dare ignore me! I damn well know you can hear me", a girl with long brown hair which she held up with a ponytail, wearing a white summerdress, a hoodie and sneakers made her way to the brothers.
Dean looked at her perplexed. „I'm sorry, do we know each other?"
The girl, who's now standing right before them, looked at him and said with a blank face: „No one is talking to you, Winchester!"
She walks past the brothers with a slightly angry face. „Damn it, Dean, put away the damn food and listen."
Another girl with short blond-brown hair, wearing a green tank top, leather jacket, really short shorts, combat boots and a gun holster on her right leg looked up with a grin. „Hey Sammy, you should taste the food here, it's really awesome."
She tried to give Sammy some food from her plate but she only took it away from her and put it down on a random table.
„No, I won't try the damn food, we're here because of the damn ghosts and you know it. First, do your damn job, then you can have fun", said Sammy as she dragged her past the Winchester brothers.
„But I didn't have the chance to taste the pie yet!", said Dean while she was dragged away from her food.
Sammy only graced her with a bitch-face. „Alright, alright. First the job then the fun, got it."
She reluctantly followed her companion but you could see her sulk (which she would never admit later on).
Sam and Dean just looked at each other. „What the hell was that?"
„I don't know, but we should find out what she meant by ghost. Do you think this hotel is actually haunted? And how the hell did she know who we are?"
„Well, we have to find it out, but first, if it is haunted, then we have to gank it!", said Dean with new found glee in his voice.
Sam just rolled his eyes and they resumed their way to the bar to get information.
„God, did you see their faces? It was hilarious." Dean laughed her ass off as they moved around the corner.
„Concentrate, Dean. We have to solve this damn thing before it attacks someone."
„Yeah, yeah, chill a little, Sammy."
„It's Sam and you should concentrate more", she said, but a little smile snuck up on her face. „But yeah, his face was priceless when I called him by his last name", Sam giggles.
„So, what are we up against?"
„I don't know exactly but this hotel was an orphanage before and the caretake, Leticia Gore, killed four boys and one of them was her own son."
„That's sick, I mean, what mother would kill her own son?"
„It wasn't my mommy!"
Dean and Sam spun around and saw a little boy who had been scalped.
„What do you mean, your mommy didn't do it?", asked Dean as she kneeled before the boy some steps away.
„Mommy always protected me!"
„Ok, but who did that to you?"
The boy looked behind them afraid and vanished.
„HEY, WAIT YOU didn't tell us what happened", said Dean while she went more quiet at the end.
For a minute, everything was silent, until Sam and Dean were smashed against the wall. Sam and Dean couldn't even do a thing before Leticia Gore appeared before them.
„Bad, Bad, you are bad boys." And she flew right through them.
„Ok, I think I know what's the problem here."
„Really? Care to enlighten me Sam because I freaking don't know what's wrong with this damn place", said Dean, pissed after she stood up again after she crashed to the floor.
Sam only looked at her and said: „What if Leticia isn't the one who haunts this place but the kids she killed? I mean, we saw what happened to her son. What if the boys did that to him and not his mother and she just freaked out and tries to protect the place since then?"
Dean shuddered slightly. „I knew it. Kids really are creepy."
„Yeah, and that's why you can deal with them so well", replied Sam with a smirk.
„Did you just accuse me of being creepy?"
Sam looked forward, still smiling. „Who knows."
Dean just bumped into her with a smirk. „Prick."
Sam just smiled and shoved her back „Git."
Sam and Dean went to the receptionist to ask him some questions.
„Hey, can you tell us where Leticia Gore was buried?", said Dean with a comanding tone.
„What my friend tried to say is if you can give us directions where the nearest graveyard is. We would be very grateful because, you know, we are real fans and want to see where she was buried."
Dean looked at Sam as if saying ‚Yes as if this makes it better.'
Sam only looked back with a gaze that said ‚Shut up'.
The receptionist looked at them for a minute and gave them the direction to the graveyard.
„Thank you", Sam smiled at him a last time before they went to the graveyard.
„God, that's the part I really hate in our job; to dig up the damn graves!", Dean said after she collected the shovels, salt, lightning fluid and matches and shoved them into a bag.
Sam took the flashlights and closed the trunk. „Yeah, well, you chose this job, so deal with it."
„Yeah, yeah. Let´s just go." Dean shouldered the bag and gave Sam one of the shovels.
They made their way to the entrance and looked for the graves of the evil children. They walked further into the graveyard until they saw flashlights and heared talking. They crept closer to the spot and saw that the Winchesters, with two other wannabe Winchesters, were digging up Leticia's grave.
‚Well, that's going to be fun', thought Dean. „HEY! What do you think you're doing?" Dean noticed with satisfaction the flinch her question caused.
Sam and Dean went nearer to the half dug up grave. Dean leant against the tombstone.
„What are you doing here? You have no business here, so go back like good girls and let the men handle this", Dean said with a smirk.
But he didn't count on Dean who looked really pissed after his statement. Sam tried to signal his brother to shut up but Dean didn't look at him at the time. To the surprise of Sam, the girl smiled at his brother.
She looked down at the tombstone and looked up again right into Dean's eyes.
„What I'm doing here is easy, I just like long walks in the moonlight inbetween graves. It's just the right setting for a romance, isn't it? And my business here is to get rid of the bad ghosties which haunt the hotel. You said we should let the men handle it? Well, I don't want to crush your self-esteem but I always knew that men never get the right spot to do things right. So be good little boys and let us women handle it. At least we know what we're doing." Dean stood up straight again and turned around to face Sam who already stood at the graves of the children.
Dean could only make some steps until Dean shouted after her.
„What do you mean?"
Dean faced him over her shoulder with a big grin. „I just wanna say you have the wrong grave, you dunderhead!"
After this, she reached Sam and started to dig up the graves of the children.
„There's no way we have the wrong grave. Who does she think she is, huh? I can't believe her, I mean…. And stop it with the damn grin, Sam, before I hit you."
Sam only continued to grin at the misfortune of Dean, to be burned by a girl.
As Dean reached Sam she only looked at her with a small smile of her own.
„You really enjoy that you can mess with him like this, don't you?"
„Hell yeah, after all, I have some payback to do", replied Dean with a big grin.
The boys went back to the hotel after they salt ´n burned Leticia Gore. But they didn't expect that it wasn't over with yet. Well, it ended with Sam and Dean in the cluches of the evil children. They nearly overpowered them and came closer with their knives until the gosts were set on fire. Sam stood up and helped Dean to his feet.
„Well, I don't want to say it but the girls…."
„Sammy, if you end this sentence I'm gonna punch you", said Dean pissed and walked out of the room.
Dean was more pissed when he saw Dean and Sam walking through the entrance door and the shit eating grin Dean had on.
„Well, were you enjoying your play date with the boys?"
„You find that funny?"
„Well, if you ask me like that! No… I find this freaking hilarious."
„Why you…"
Sam who saw that Dean wanted to have a go at her held him back.
„Wow, easy man. Who are you anyway and how do you know who we are?" Sam directed the questions directly to Sam because one look at Dean and he saw the same look he saw on his brother.
She just wanted a fight with him but Sam didn't really know for whom he should worry more. But it seemed that Sam could calm her Dean down with only a hand on her shoulder.
„Ok, we should calm down. How about we meet elsewhere so we can chat. You saw the clearing down the street, half an hour away? Yeah? Let's meet there when you finished your business here."
Sam nodded at the brothers one last time before looking at Dean and whispering in her ear.
„And you restrain yourself. It would not do any good if you flip out here."
Dean shook her hand off her shoulder.
„Yeah, whatever. Let´s go."
Dean walked to the door without looking at the brothers again.
Sam looked at them one last time to apologize but a loud „SAMMY" prevented her from doing so. She turned around and hurried to Dean.
After Sam and Dean said their goodbyes to the wannabe Winchesters, Chuck and Becky, they sat in the car for a few minutes.
„So, are we gonna meet with the sisters?", asked Sam.
„Yeah, we should, because the short one seemed familiar to me. And why do you think they're sisters?"
„Well, they´re like us just like a female version. So it can't be too far-fetched that they're siblings. What do you mean by familiar, like a one-night-stand? I mean, I knew you´re a narcisist but to sleep with a girl with your own name, it's…"
„It's not like this, Sam", interrupted Dean, a little aggresivly. „Nothing like this."
„So you know her?"
Dean suddenly looked very tired. „Let's just say I hope that I'm wrong."
Sam looked concerned at his brother before they drove to the meeting point.