Sorry this chapter is short, I figured I would stop it there.

Chapter 12

Summer raised her head up at the sound of the bathroom door opening, and saw Sam standing there. She stood up, walked past him, and then saw Dean by the table.

"How dare you lock me in there? You had no right to do that."

He faced her and saw how angry she looked at that moment. If looks could kill, he would be dead already. "I only did it so you didn't do something dumb, like follow us when it would have been too dangerous for you."

"I don't care if it would have been too dangerous! I am capable of taking care of myself, Dean. You cannot lock me up in a room against my will."

"Sure," he nodded slightly. "You're capable of taking care of yourself, but remember, you haven't done this type of thing before. Hunting, it is something you have no idea what it's really like. It's not all fun and games. It's life and death. Do you really want to risk your life? Fine, go right ahead, and see if you can handle it when you're in deep shit."

"If I'm going to be on the road with you guys, you'll have to let me come. I'm not going to be the girl who sits on the sidelines while you two do everything, so you can forget it."

"We're just trying to protect you," Sam said now joining in on the conversation.

"Thank you for that, but I can protect myself, you know," she said looking at him.

"Yeah, we can see that," Dean mumbled.

She looked back at Dean after his comment. "You may think I can't because of what happened tonight, but that's just one time I got myself in a situation. If you forgot, I handled that guy at the bar when he was starting crap again, so I can handle other things, too, you know."

"Fine, you think you can handle things, you can come with us. But if you get yourself captured, hurt, or anything, I swear we'll make you sit at the motel," Dean said.

"Deal," she nodded. "Oh, by the way," she stepped closer to him and hit him upside the head. "That's for locking me in the bathroom."

Dean winched and put his hand to his head. "I guess I deserve that."

Sam tried not laughing, so he muffled a chuckle while looking away.

"Not a word, Sam," Dean warned looking at him.

"I didn't say anything," Sam replied innocently.

"But you were going to, I know you."

Sam looked at Summer as he grabbed her cell phone off the table. "Here, you lost this back at the mountain."

"Thanks," she grabbed it and set it inside her jean pocket. "So, the wendigo is gone?"

"Good as dead," Dean answered.

"Great. Now we don't have to worry about anyone else going missing."

"Alright, so, should we leave or stay here one more night?" Dean asked.

"Let's just stay one more night. We're in no hurry," Summer said.

"True," Sam nodded.

"Then we'll stay," Dean said as he sat down on one of the beds, and lied down

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"Sam," Summer whispered, watching as Sam held a bottle of whipped cream in one hand, and hanging out of his jean pocket, a white feather. "Don't," she said even though she tried to keep herself from laughing.

Sam grinned as he made his way over to Dean who is still asleep on the bed, he stood next to his brother, uncapping the bottle, shook it lightly, and grabbed Dean's hand lightly, turning it so his palm is facing up. He put his index finger on the tip of the bottle while turning it upside down, and the cream squired on his hand. Sam turned his head in Summer's direction when he heard a quiet laugh. "Shhh…" he hushed her while turning his attention back to Dean. He set the bottle down on the nightstand before he grabbed the feather out of his pocket and he began tickling Dean's nose with it.

Almost immediately, Dean brought his hand to his nose, scratching it. This made Summer and Sam laugh quietly while Sam did it again. Dean scratched his nose again, turning his head in the direction of the wall. Once again, Sam put the feather to his nose, and caused Dean to use his other hand this time, and the cream smeared on his face, waking him up. "What the…"

Summer burst into a fit of laughter and watched as he sat up, confusion on his face, which caused her to laugh harder.

Dean glanced at her before glancing at Sam, who is laughing also, holding the feather in his hand still. "You!"

Sam collapsed on a chair, laughing harder while dropping the feather onto the floor.

"You're so going to get it!" Dean jumped out of bed, ran to Sam, grabbing the whipped cream in the progress, and began covering Sam's face and hair with it.

"Oh god!" Summer choked out, laughing even harder, the tears welling up in her eyes while her stomach started to hurt from laughing.

"And you!" Dean looked at her, eyes locked with hers, hand gripping the bottle tighter, and he slowly backed away from Sam, and made his way to her.

"No!" she cried out, jumping off the bed, trying to get away from him.

Dean ran after her, wrapping his arm around her waist, pulling her back to the bed, lightly pushing her onto it while putting his finger to the tip of the bottle, grinning down at her.

"No! Don't!" she cried out, trying to get away. "I didn't do anything!"

"Exactly," he said lowering his arm, bringing the bottle closer to her face. "You didn't do anything." He pressed on the tip, and the cream started to cover her face.

Sam laughed harder, holding his stomach and watched Dean squirt Summer. "Ohh, shi…" he trailed off, more laughter filling the room.

After a few minutes, the laughter died down a bit while Dean sat down on the bed beside Summer, still holding the now empty bottle.

"I can't believe you did that, Sammy," Dean said looking at his brother. "You of all people starting a prank… I'm shocked."

"What can I say, pay back's a bitch, Dean," Sam said with a grin. "I'm just gettin' you back for that time in Texas."

Dean gave Sam a look before speaking. "Ass."

Sam laughed a bit at his comment.

"You know this means war, right?"

"Oh, bring it on!" Sam challenged the grin never leaving his face.

Summer let a small chuckle escape her lips, hearing Sam saying something like that was different, and it told her that he may act like the type to be all work and no play; he's not. She cleared her throat before speaking. "Just make sure you boys don't go getting me involved, I don't want to be any part of it. It's between you two, and not the three of us."

"Fair enough," Sam said. "After all, it's Dean who I want to get."

"You're goin' to wish you never started it," Dean said.

"Actually, no, your going to be the one to wish you never started it back in Texas."

"This is going to be a long day…" Summer thought aloud before she stood up to head for the bathroom and get the cream off her face.