Disclaimer: Own nothing, not even sanity…LOL, not mine dang it!

NOTE#1: This was rattling around in my head as I took a break from packing to eat lunch… needless to say this is what I did instead of eating! Thought you might enjoy this weird shot! LOL! Thanks for the continued reading, reviews and alerts! #2 of I'm back, right? Is done! Well, the rough draft is, but I won't be posting it until after the move, I apologize ahead of time for the inconvenience! Love to all my FFF! A special shout out to C across the pond, love ya!~

IN MY HEAD...

"Shut up Dean." I told him clearly frustrated.

He looked at me hurt even a little stunned that I spoke to him like that.

I caved as I told him tiredly while trying to blow a stray hair away from the tickling of my nose, "Dean. I'm packing. I'm running out of time. So, just don't talk to me until I get moved, okay?"

"Uh, no." He replied before he continued, "See that won't work for me." He crossed his arms as he planted his ass on my desk.

"Or me." Piped up Sammy as he appeared next to Dean.

"O, come on! Really? Both of you?" I growled in frustration. It so wasn't fair!

"Yep." They said in unison.

"Please!" I begged them as I tried the Winchester puppy eyed look on them. When that didn't work on the adorable bastards I tried again to work on their chivalrous side, "I love you both really I do. But my husband is getting upset. Remember, moving here?"

"Not a problem. We can take him." Dean smirked before he slapped Sam on the chest and continued, "Right, Sammy?"

"Hey, now! No need to get nasty, my husband is a great guy!" I yelled with a glare at my boys. (Clears throat my boys at the moment)

"Oh, spare us please!" Dean laughed as he made gagging sounds.

I rolled my eyes, "Come on." I begged in a whisper, "Just no story telling while I pack! You can wait for me to write for you."

"But that's..." Dean started to say only to have me interrupt.

"Please Dean... Sammy?" Still I begged as I tried batting my eyelashes at them.

"Hon, who you talkin' to?" My husband asked from the other room.

"Nobody." I said with another glare toward my desk.

Dean grabbed his chest and fell against Sammy as he mouthed at me, "Ouch that hurts."

"Oh, shut up you big girl!" I snapped but couldn't help the tiny grin that appeared despite my best attempt to glare.

"What?" My husband asked which caused snickers from the Winchester crowd still ass-planted on my desk.

I threw a book at them.

AND THAT IS WHY I'M NOT GETTING ANYTHING DONE!

~THE END~