I dressed swiftly in work out attire. The older Winchester was going to be tested. I strode from my room, nearly colliding with Sam. He reached out and grabbed me around the middle, pulling me to him.
"Mmm. Those shorts." His hand reached around and smacked me lightly on the bottom.
I leaned my head back against his chest, putting my hands on top of his arms. "Later," I squeezed his arms and broke from his grasp. "Eat up." I shouted back to him.
"Have you never heard of a day of rest?" He followed swiftly behind me.
"Rest is for the weak. That goes for you two as well," I pointed to Dean and Castiel. "Eat up, meet me in ten minutes." I pulled my hair in to a high pony.
"But, we've been working." Dean pouted.
"I've been working too!" Sam rebutted. "I stabbed her in the ribs yesterday."
"Yep. Wooden angel blade right through the lung." I pointed. "It was luck." I scowled.
"Whatever." Sam sat back down and began wolfing his breakfast down. "You all need to hurry, if you don't meet her in ten minutes, she'll make you run all day." That spurred them into eating quicker.
"All day?" Dean asked through a mouthful.
"Till you can't anymore and she has to fly you back." Sam said matter-of-factly.
"I don't put up with slacking!" I said, walking to the kitchen to begin cleaning while they ate. "Seven minutes!" I put things in the sink to soak and put leftovers away. I strode across the bunker with the boys at my heels. "Okay. What have you two worked on?"
"Uh, little of this, little of that." Dean murmured. "I've mostly been teaching him about humanity."
"Why?" I tilted my head. "His humanity is fleeting." I put my hands on my hips.
"What if it's not?" Castiel said.
"Don't worry about that." I strode across the room and picked up the wooden angel blade Sam stuck in my side yesterday. "I have it handled." I said, tossing the wood to Sam. "Or, I will." I walked to Castiel with another blade in my hand. "I promise you." I said in Enochian, when saying a vow in Enochian, death is the only escape from that vow. He looked at me and nodded solemnly, talking the wooden angel blade from me, palming it without hesitation. I passed another to Dean.
"Alright?" Dean looked at it reproachfully.
"Let's see what you've got." I circled around to stand in front of Dean, my hands empty.
"You might want to get one of those weapons." Dean said cockily.
"I'll be fine." I smiled serenely.
"Your funeral." He murmured, advancing towards me openly, it was more of a charge, really. I bent at the knees and tilted my shoulder in, accepting the majority of his momentum at my shoulder, bending further at the knees at impact. I reached over and grabbed his arm, pulling him towards me as I tilted my body in the opposite direction and pushing upwards with my legs, flipping him over instantaneously. He landed on his back with a wheeze.
"Did you even try?" I looked down at him.
"No." He groaned. "Just a test." He sat up slowly. "You passed."
"Glad to hear it." I rolled my eyes. I saw from the corner of my eye Sam and Castiel had taken a seat to enjoy the show. When I turned to face them Dean cracked the angel blade over my head with a surprising amount of force, sending my head jerking to the other side. I spun quickly and struck at him with my wings.
"You have six limbs, it's not an even match!" He dodged both wings narrowly.
"Yeah." Sam shouted. "She doesn't care." I smiled and bent at the knees, spreading my wings and preparing for him to advance. Dean Winchester is a man of action, he doesn't have the patience to wait for an opening, he creates one. He barreled towards me again, wrapping his hand around the base of my pony tail, and throwing me like a shot put. I spun a few times before gaining my sense of direction back, I snapped my wings out, tilting my left down to bank and right my self, before I nearly collided into a wall. I spun quickly and blanketed my wings to hold air. My feet touched the wall and I bent my legs to use the wall as a launch, I flapped my wings once to gain more force backwards, tucked them in completely, pushed hard from the wall, snapping my wings back out and flapping hard. I torpedoed into him so hard I had teleport and catch him to keep him from going through a wall.
"Don't pull my hair." I said, setting him down. "It just makes me angry."