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Greetings earthlings.

CrazyGirlMe here back with some super awesome cowabunga indulged fun. Originally I posted this as a one shot, just a little something to entertain my mind and you's, however after the ever awesome reviews you guys left for me urging for the ever amusing word or 'more', I ended up taking it upon myself to do so, although keeping it myself.

Because the connections in my head don't line up right as they should, after an rather rough mental episode I tend to lock myself away, keeping more and more to myself as well as getting very shy and scared about positing my works online so apologies for keeping everyone waiting for so long. While I do try and change, it's quite hard; I even have troubles showing my works to my best friend to which shows me hers all the time.

And so here I am presenting the wounder that is the rest of the fic that was completed months after the first chapter. So kick back, throw your feet upon the desk and relax as we re-enter two very different worlds that amuses the hell outta me.

You know the drill.

Peace.

Late One Night.

Chapter 2.

"Can't believe you lost the damn thing!" Dean complained as he fell down upon the hard motel mattress, tired, exhausted and now completely frustrated as the sun make its morning rise in the sky now deeming the night now a complete waste of time.

"Dude, he was charging through the streets and alleyways like a greyhound. What was I ment to do? It's not my fault that he shifted and I slipped. He was just too damn fast, Dean." Sam pointed out in defence as he limped to the freezer to get an icepack before easing down upon the couch, raising his sore ankle upon the armrest for the pack to rest atop.

"I swear, it's like living with a clown sometimes... a freakishly tall-child-clown." The older brother muttered while rubbing his eyes before getting up, grabbing a pair of track pants and a clean tee afore heading towards the bathroom, only half shutting the door.

It had been two days since their first run in with the shape shifter and the four turtles down in the sewers. While the other 'brothers' gave their help for the night, neither human nor mutant was able to find the prey. Needless to say the Winchester's had now spent both the night after and the night just passed looking for the damn thing however to no success.

To put it lightly; annoyed and frustrated were just the topping on the emotional cake right now.

Sam opened his mouth to spit a reply in retaliation however opted against it at the last moment, deciding that sometimes it was best to not give his brother more to bite on let alone argue back with...despite it allowing Dean a way to which help vent some of his massively pent up emotion. He shook his head, choosing to not let him have the last say this time, it had been a long night and Dean lecturing him on something that was out of his control was one of the last things he wanted right now.

Sam sighed, releasing some of his own frustration and anger in a huff of breath before reaching across to the coffee table for the remote to the TV, anything to break the awkward silence of a bathroom door not being fully closed complete with urination sound. "Hay, Dean?"

A mere grunt was all he got in reply.

'Screw it.' "What were you doing while I was chasing down the shifter?"

The toilet flushed and the older brother emerged, in the progress of removing his shirt, staring at Sam with an obvious look that was mashed together with not being impressed.

The younger brother shrugged as he pressed the power button, played with the remote while waiting for the TV to load up, his own face lined with innocence and curiosity.

Dean unleashed his own frustrated sigh, 'He's not going to put this to rest and let me have a shower in peace is he?' "I went the other way around, was gonna pop him from the side when you chased him out...but that was..." he paused and placed a finger on his chin, emphasising the sarcastic thinking look. "... hmm let me think, until you slipped up...literally."

A lone sarcastic laugh left Sam's mouth, amused at the concept. It honestly wouldn't have surprised him if Dean had got sidetracked on the way. He shook his head and turned attention to channel surfing, dropping the topic there and then.

Dean stood there for a moment, watching his brother as the just said convo replayed through his head before turning back to the bathroom, still not fully closing the door behind him totally at ease and comfortable with his brother, yet another sign that they had been cramped together for way too long while muttering to himself unbeknownst that he was still in earshot. "Still your fault, Sam."

"We're not kids no more, Dean, I'm not playing the blame game."

The older brother suddenly appeared back at the partially open door, hands hovering around the button on is jeans about to comment back but instead waved his hand and disappeared back into the room, the call for shower and sleep too enticing to pass up any longer.

It wasn't till ten minutes later that their moods relaxed; for Sam it was the comfort of relaxing on the couch channel surfing under the somewhat homely racket of his brothers shower singing while for Dean it was the almost tranquilizing feel of hot water upon his skin tackled with the singing of good ol' AC/DC.

It was when Dean turned off the water and exited the shower that he heard a knock upon the door, instantly putting him on edge erasing what was a calm relaxed mood all to pull in his hunter sense. Quickly slinging a towel around his waist and grabbing the gun that was hidden in the small room as a precaution (After a long and engaging debate about being stuck on the loo or in the shower when evil decided to show its ugly mug that Sam had eventually allowed the weapon) and cautiously emerged from the room, meeting his brothers eye's as he limped towards the door, armed and prepared for any danger.

Any other day the plan for any visitor this early in the morning would be to let them knock, pretending the occupants were either 'asleep', not in or wait for the visitor to call out and if they were known, then commence the progress of deeming them safe to enter.

Another knock.

Still the brothers waited in silence, their breaths barely making a sound.

It was at the third interval knock that it was accompanied with voices. "Knock knock: Ninja-gram."

"Yeah open up, Knuckle-heads, we know you're in. Can't fool a ninja, pal."

"You're one to talk, Hothead." Was the reply, the sound of someone being wacked upon the head come seconds later.

"...Owww..."

The brothers relaxed at the voices, not happy at the intrusion but deciding to allow it none the less. Dean grabbing a pair of jeans before returning to the bathroom and this time, shutting the door fully while Sam hoisted the weapon in the back of his jeans and opened the door to let in four teenage mutant ninja turtles dressed in human cloths bearing hats and hoodies.

Sleep sadly the last thing they were getting any time soon.