A/N: This is based on a recent development for me and it just seemed perfect for Elizabeth. She's gotta balance out all that manly testosterone somehow.

And why yes, I have read "Cupcakes".

Occurs during 6.12 Like A Virgin.

Disclaimer: I sincerely doubt Eric Kripke would give the boys a sister, so you can safely assume that I'm not Eric Kripke.

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It was only to be expected.

Sam and Dean were brothers. Two grown dominant territorial adult males who couldn't get away from each other if their lives depended on it. They fought over everything like brawling alley cats. Sometimes the arguments were very serious and they came to blows. Most of the time, however, it was just petty, pointless bickering arguments. That was part of being brothers.

But it hadn't even been twelve hours!

Elizabeth had known that everything was going to be okay when she stepped into the study and Sam barreled into her like a freight train. A big muscly freight train with enormous puppy dog eyes and a bad case of morning breath. She'd barely been able to get her arms around him to hug him back, but yeah. Sam had his soul back. Everything was okay.

Everything had gone back to normal.

That is to say, Sam and Dean were arguing again. It was the petty, pointless bickering arguing that was all part of being brothers. What they were arguing about this time could have been anything from Sam taking the last slice of pie to Dean writing dirty limericks on post-it notes and leaving them for Sam to find.

What Elizabeth could not fathom was why they had wandered into the kitchen to argue in front of her.

Bobby had probably kicked them out of the study and locked the door. His excuse would be that he couldn't get any work done otherwise, but the elder two Winchesters knew the old man wasn't keen on Sam's presence.

The living room was empty. A perfect place to bitch each other out.

No, they had to come in here and do it in front of me. Elizabeth thought grumpily. She pressed her hands over the headphones in hopes of drowning out her brothers' voices, but it wasn't working. She stopped the video and glared up at the two men, wondering how to best get their attention. I'm trying to watch something here. Take it outside.

She unplugged the headphones, turned up the volume, and took the video back to its intro. Smirking to herself, she pressed 'play'.

"MY LITTLE PONY! MY LITTLE PONY!--"

Poured out of the laptop's tiny speakers at an ear splitting volume. Dean shrieked in a combination of horror and surprise. Sam looked positively mortified. Elizabeth let the song carry on a for few seconds to ensure that she had their undivided attention and then stopped it.

"Snark, bitch, growl, snap, bite, piss on a tree to assert my dominance! It hasn't even been twenty four hours and you're already getting at each other's throat for some stupid-ass reason! What is wrong with you two?" Elizabeth bellowed at their shell-shocked faces. "I don't care if this is how you bond! Shut up and do it quietly or I will make you watch My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic and you will like it!"

Dean stuttered. "Y-You're watching-"

"The newest incarnation of My Little Pony, yes." Elizabeth confirmed. She readjusted all the volume to its previous level and plugged the headphones back in. "It's cool in the same way that Powerpuff Girls is cool. Now shut up. I still have five episodes to catch up on."

Dean and Sam shared a frightened look. Their sister had never been very 'girly'. She didn't like the frilly foufy stuff, they had never seen her in a dress and she cheered just the same as them when the gore started flying in the slasher movies.

To the boys, My Little Pony was the epitome of all things girly and froufy and Elizabeth had just admitted to liking it.

Elizabeth glanced up.

"Don't look like that, Dean. You adored Powerpuff Girls."

"No I didn't!"

"You thought Buttercup was the shit. You loved her."

"Lizard--"

"And you'll probably enjoy Friendship is Magic too. Rainbow Dash has some pretty Buttercuppy vibes--"

"Liz!"

"What? I can hardly be ashamed of liking- neigh, loving a show about ponies. And neither should you. This show reaches across age gaps and genders and I wasn't going to watch it last week!" Elizabeth pointed out. "There's something intensely wrong about listening to Pinkie Pie sing cheerfully about cupcakes while my little brother is recovering from Hell! Now if you don't mind, let me enjoy the pretty ponies!"

She restarted the video and clapped her hands over the headphones, still smirking shamelessly at her brothers' dumbfounded expressions (Sam regarding his macho big brother in a new light, Dean in shock from having one his shameful little guilty pleasures unveiled).

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