Stormee's P.O.V.
"Yesssss…" Dean handed me a beer at the table. I could feel a slight buzz coming on from the shots earlier. Taken you long enough. Why isn't Dean eating? He looks like a guy who could put a few plates away but he didn't even have one. I wanted to give him some of mine but it was too damn good.
"Where's your plate, Dean?" Sam asked, "Dean?" Dean hadn't responded, he was staring…at me. "Oh, I'm not hungry right now, Sammy."
"You're lying, now eat some spaghetti." He replied. Dean looked away from Sam. "No, Sam, I'm really not hungry. Sam went on, "Dean, eat some damn spaghetti."
"No," Dean said, "Not freaking hungry, Sam." Sam got mad. I didn't know if this was just a little argument or the beginning of a brawl. I just giggled. Sam was mad and persistent and Dean was cocky and stubborn.
"EAT. MY. SPAGHETTI." Sam basically roared. "Okay," was Dean's reply. Dean grabbed Sam's plate and started to devour the homemade spaghetti.
I cracked up so badly. I laughed so hard, running out of hair. I almost knocked my beer over. Dean was so cool. And he was really, really, hot. But Sam…Sam was cute. He was sweet. He brightened the room.
Then again…Dean…Dean was the hottest guy ever. Not in the beautiful or gorgeous way. But in the sexy, rugged way. The typical bad-boy type. God, these guys really are brothers. Two different versions of men. I eyed Sam grabbing another plate of spaghetti. And again, I felt that urge to be close to him. If this urge had lasted this long, it could hold on for a day or two 'til I could explore it.
Right now, I wanted to pursue the bad-boy…if I could ever stop laughing.
Sam's P.O.V.
I got up and grabbed a new plate. She busted out laughing. I couldn't help myself; I started up too. Soon, we were all laughing; hard and loud.
"What are y'all idjits laughing about?" Bobby grumbled groggily from the kitchen doorway. After I had calmed myself down, I answered him. "Nothin', Bobby, sorry if we woke you up."
He eyed us skeptically. "Whatever. Uh, I'm headin' out at 6:00 in the morning to go see a few other hunters a couple towns over. We're gonna do some searchin' around about a case and I'm guessin' y'all are gonna stay here for a couple of days?"
"Uh, yeah, I guess," Dean said, after he downed a massive bite of spaghetti. "If it's okay, I mean, while you're gone?"
"You know it is boys, and Stormee. Just don't burn down my house." Bobby grabbed himself a small helping and made his way back to his room. "See y'all in a couple of days," he called from the stairs.
I contemplated doing more research after I ate, or crashing. Sleep won out. I gave a 'Good-night, guys,' to Stormee and Dean, earning a 'Hey, I'm not a guy,' from the beer-induced Stormee. I rinsed my plate off, got my laptop from the living room and headed upstairs to my recently chosen guest room.
Bobby had like three. I changed out of my button-up and jeans and into a tee-shirt and basketball shorts. I was asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.
