Disclaimer: Seriously, I like wish i owned supernatural. Unfortunetely, I dont. but if I did, every epi would be shirtless sammy and dean!!! hahaha
Oh yeah, and you mite wanna read the last couple of lines from the last chapter... cuz yeah it keeps goin
"What?" Sam looked surprised to hear his name. Krissy was seated behind him on her bed. Just as fast as he turned his whole head to face her, Krissy sprayed the whipped cream directly on his face. On instinct, he turned away, trying to dodge, but this just got whipped cream all over his neck and hair.
"Gotcha, Sammy" Krissy said with the biggest grin on her face. Sam thought that this could actually be one of the most beautiful smiles out there, if at some other time. For the hundredth time that day, Jo started to laugh again. She, herself couldn't remember another day in recent times, that he has laughed so many times. Dean joined in too He was almost laughing as hard as Jo, when he noticed how embarrassed his brother was. Instead of helping, he decided to get his brother for not having his back earlier.
"Oh-ho, she got you good." He sunk into Jo's bed next to her.
Sam got tired of being beaten by Krissy. He was pretty intelligent, he did go to Stanford. He grabbed the bottle from Krissy's hands, which was pretty easy to do cause she was too busy laughing to notice. Krissy didn't even to have time to react. He sprayed it all over her face. Her mouth was a perfect oval, and some of the shipped cream got in her mouth. Krissy realized that Sam had faster reflexes than her after many failed attempts of trying to get the bottle back in her hands. With no luck, she decided to leap on to Sam. By this time, Dan and Jo were laughing so hard, they were crying at how pathetic the other two were.
"Just give it back, Sam-my!" Krissy screeched. Sam was lying on the bed, face-down, with his hands and the whipped cream bottle burrowed in his chest. Krissy was next to him, struggling to get the bottle back from him.
"You know he'd probably give it back, if u punched him or something. You know?" Dean said, to fuel his brother's and Krissy's battle.
"Oh my god, Dean you actually have a brain. Thanks, bud" Krissy replied back.
"Seriously. Dean." Jo spoke. Dean shrugged his shoulders at her. "How would you feel if I smacked you?" Jo said sarcastically.
"Happy!" Dean smirked at her.
"Ha-ha. That's so funny." She said sarcastically. She smacked Dean on his arm, to somewhat hurt him.
"That didn't hurt. I'm a man of steel. Gonna have to try harder Jo" Dean laughed. Jo, mad, punched him hard enough to get a frustrated and annoyed grunt from Dean.
"Fuck, that umm. That didn't hurt either." Dean lied, and knew that Jo knew that he lied too.
"Oh, really so, do you want me to do that again." Jo threatened.
"Just kidding," Dean moved a couple feet away from Jo, so he would have time to dodge her next hit. However, their conversation was cut short, when Sam screamed in pain.
"Oh shit," Sam got up, and tried to shake off his sore arm, which had a visible bruise already."Ow, that really kills." His other arm was supporting his injured arm.
"Oh my god, Oh my god. I am so so so sorry… Sammy. Lemme see. " Her face said that she really was sorry, and really scared. "I didn't really. Really mean to like, like hurt you. So Sorry. Sammy, come back here. Lemme see it." Krissy was trying to see his arm, and Sam kept walking away from her. He dodged her and hid behind Jo and Dean, who had no idea what to say.
"It's Sammy. And no, why would I let you see my arm, if you're the one who caused it to hurt? You're the one who punched me." Sam replied back, taunting Krissy. By now, the whole whipped cream thing was forgotten.
"Wait, what happened? Sorry, but I missed it." Jo asked.
"Yeah, cause you were fighting me." Dean added.
"Fighting, how was that fighting? It was like one punch, Dean."
"Two." Dean corrected. "Ok, so what happened, again?"
"Well, first I." Krissy started to tell the story, but Sam cut her off.
"No, see Dean. You told her to punch me, and first she did it lightly. Then she started to punch really hard. Then like all of a sudden, it was like someone threw a bowling ball at me."
"Sammy, I'm sorry. I really am, now let me see your arm!" Krissy said a little pissed off. "And guys don't look at me like that. Like I'm the bad guy or something!"
"But you are. And Sam." Sam replied. Jo knew that Krissy was about to explode, but couldn't say anything. It was too late.
"Oh shut up, Sam-my. Get over it. I was trying to be nice to you, but I guess you just don't care. You're like a bratty little girl." Krissy was mad, and everybody knew it. She was speaking in that tone, again. "Oh my god. She punched me. Oh my god, It hurts. Get over it Sam. Normal guys don't do that. But you do, what a sissy!" She flung her arms. "You know I should call you Sissy Sammy. Cause you really are. And you know what, I am gonna call you Sammy, I don't care if you like it or not. But I am. " Krissy stopped talking, and walked towards the bathroom, pushing Dean and Jo to the side. She crossed her arms and waited until, Sam walked out of her way too.
"Kris…"Jo waited for her friend to turn around.
"What, Jo?"
"You're going to the cemetery, right?" She was talking about digging the dead guy's grave.
"Me?" Krissy asked. "No way."
"Yeah you are, actually." Jo commanded. When Krissy snickered, Jo continued "Fine, rock, paper, scissors."
"You are on." Krissy said, happily.
"Rock, paper, scissors, shoot." Jo won. She had paper, while Krissy had rock.
"Shit." Fine, I guess I have to go now. "Who is going out of you too? I hope its Dean." She said.
Dean spoke up."It's already decided. Sam's goin"
Automatically Sam denied."No, I'm not. Remember, my arm, and Krissy?" Sam decided that two can play at this game. He made a face at Krissy, who did the same.
Dean put his fist out with his other hand underneath it. Sam did the same.
"Ready, "Dean said, and Sam nodded. "Rock, paper, scissors, shoot." Sam had a rock, and Dean, a scissors. When Dean realized he lost, he flung his arms in anger. This made everyone else laugh. "Best of three?" He asked.
"Dean, you know you always lose. There's point."
Krissy and Dean were walking out of the parking lot. They walked over to their cars which were conveniently next to each other. "Hey! Deano", Krissy barked at Dean. When Dean turned, she nodded her head towards her car to let him know they were gonna use her car, and not his.
Dean just laughed at her."First of all, call me Dean. Second, my car or we're not going at all."Dean said harshly.
"Fine, we won't go then." Krissy unlocked her car, and sat inside the car. She got her phone out, and called Jo. The phone kept ringing and eventually went to voicemail. She looked at Dean's car, and saw he was on his phone too. After a couple minutes of just waiting, Jo showed up at her door. She knocked until Krissy opened the door, and walked out of her car. "Dean is so annoying. He doesn't wanna go there in my car."
"Seriously, Krissy. I'm sick of you picking fights with everyone. I thought you and Sam were friends. Dean, I understand. But…"
"Hey, Jo! hurry up a little. i wanna get some sleep too! The sooner this is over, the sooner I can get some sleep." Dean screamed out to them.
Both heads turned, and identically Jo and Krissy rolled their eyes. Krissy handed Jo her keys, and walked over to Dean's car without speaking. She sat in the passenger seat, and crossed her arms. Jo gave a look to Dean, that said don't bother her.
"You guys are all like kids." With Jo headed back to their motel room.
Hahaha, Yeah, another cheesy chapter. lol. As always, please review!!!!!! I'm gonna try to update really soon, so yeah. thats all for now folks. (do you get it?) lol
