Dean - 30, Sam - 26, Kate - 24.

Sam rolled over in bed, frowning to himself as he heard what sounded like someone jumping around the motel room. He though back to the previous night, contemplating whether or not he could be hungover. Lifting his head from the pillow, he opened his eyes to see his brother hopping around with one leg stuck in the pair of jeans he was attempting to pull further up his thigh. He stared at him for a couple of minutes in astonishment, unsure of how to react. "Dean." He said after a minute. "What the hell are you doing?"

"I can't-" Dean glanced up at him and frowned. "How fat have I gotten?"

Sam raised an eyebrow. "Dude, those are your sister's jeans." He said flatly.

"They're-" He stopped and looked down for a second before facing Sam. "Oh. Well, since when did she start wearing jeans that looked so much like mine?" He argued, smirking to himself. "She obviously admires my style."

Sam shook his head at his brother and dropped back down in his bed, pulling the covers over his head. "You're obviously an idiot."

Dean laughed. "C'mon Sammy. Get your ass out of bed."

"Why?"

"Because, we're gonna go pick up some coffee while our sister puts on her ridiculously skinny jeans-" Sam looked over at him again just as Dean pulled them from his leg and threw them across the room, pulling on some of his own.

"Right."

"I'll go check us out of the room while you get her up, and tell her if she's not ready by the time we're back then-" He stopped to think of a threat. "Just tell her I'll shave off her eyebrows or something." Sam rolled his eyes at him and nodded as he climbed out of bed and made his way to the bathroom.

Kate blinked open her green eyes, yawning as she sat up in bed and rubbed the sleep from her eyes. "I see you're awake then?" Sam smirked as he walked into the room from the bathroom.

"Good thing we've always got you around to point out the obvious." She muttered.

"Yeah well, it's a gift." He said sarcastically, grinning at her. "Nice hair."

She groaned and made a lame attempt to flatten it before dropping back down on the bed. "Where's Dean?"

"He's in the car, we're gonna go grab some coffee and then we're hitting the road. So he told me to tell you that if you're not ready by the time he gets back, he'll shave off your eyebrows while you're sleeping."

"Oh really?"

Sam shrugged. "Just passing on the message."

"Well, you ask him who's going to look less stupid when we both have to draw them on."

Sam laughed and pulled open the motel door, walking outside to the Impala. He and Dean went to the nearest diner to pick up some coffee before heading back to the motel room. Dean climbed out of the car first and crossed the parking lot to their room, closely followed by Sam. He went to open the door but found it locked and banged on it with his fist. They waited a couple of minutes before Dean knocked again. "What the hell is she doing in there?"

"I dunno Dean, I can't see through doors." Sam muttered. "She was awake when I left."

"Kate!" Dean shouted. "Get your lazy ass out of bed right now!" He pounded on the door with the side of his fist before giving it another slam with his hand. He turned to Sam who simply raised his eyebrows in amusement and took another drink of his coffee. "I swear, if she's gone back to sleep I will kick this door down and kill her with my bare hands."

Kate came to the door a few minutes later, smiling innocently as she looked between them. "Cold out Dean?" She asked him with mock curiosity.

Sam snorted, covering a laugh, which only made Dean frown harder. "You were sat in there listening to me yell at you, weren't you?"

Kate shrugged. "Would I?"

"Yes. Because you're an evil child."

She smirked at him. "Says the guy who just yesterday, went through his own little sister's bag and stole her candy."

"I told you already, that wasn't me."

"Of course it was you, I watched you stuff the bag into your jacket when I walked in. How stupid do you think I am?"

Dean tilted his head to the side. "Do you want an honest answer to that?"

"Oh, real mature Dean."

"Well fine, maybe it was me but.. those sweets are bad for your teeth. And as your big brother, it's my job to take that bullet for you."

Sam began fully laughing at them now. "Do you two even listen to yourselves or does this stuff just come out?"

"I think to Dean it's just like a buzzing noise in his head." Kate smirked.

"Now who's being mature Kate?" He muttered as he dropped into the chair next to Sam's. "You see what I mean bro, evil."

"Hey Sam, have you ever seen your brother go down with one punch?" Kate asked Sam.

He looked up at her and grinned. "Nope, I can't say that I have."

Dean laughed. "You think you could knock me out? Even if I gave you a free hit, you couldn't knock me out."

"Sure I could. One punch and you'd be done."

"Yeah right." He smirked at her. "But what'd happen if I punched you huh?"

"Nothing. I'd stand here and take it."

"Oh sure, Kate you'd need your face remodeled." He said flatly.

Kate raised an eyebrow and nodded. "Whatever you say, Deano."

He smirked. "I could crush your face with my hand."

"You what?" He stood up and took a step towards her, grabbing her face with his hand. "Dean! Get off me!" She laughed as she punched him in the stomach.

"Ya know something, mom wanted a third kid, I wanted a puppy." She raised an eyebrow. "I still want a puppy."

"Oh pretend like I'm not the one thing in your life that gives you reason to go on." She muttered.

"Newsflash Kate, you're not."

"Well obviously you're not going to admit to it, that'd be awkward."

"You're unreal."

"When you idiots are done.." Sam grinned. "I'm sure people are dying somewhere." Dean and Kate looked between each other, neither answering him. "Alright good, 'cause I think I found us another job, about five or six hours away."

Dean looked down at his watch and thought it over. "Fine, let's hit the road."

Hey again, hope you're liking part three so far and thank you for reading! :)