Dean and Sam pulled into the junkyard wearing very different expressions. Dean was grinning mockingly while his little brother sulked and refused to look at him.

"Sooo—whatcha gonna do with your girlfriend tonight?"

"She's not my girlfriend!" Sam denied. He sounded like a second grader; this only spurred Dean on.

"I think your down stairs brain says she is!" Dean teased in a singsong voice. Sam blushed. A lot.

"Dude! Enough with the down stairs brain! Anna was right! You are like a twelve year old!" Accused Sam, now glaring at the man beside him. Dean gasped.

"I can't believe you're whipped already!" He cried in mock horror. He rested his hand on his brother's shoulder with sympathetic eyes.

"We'll get through this." Sam shoved the offending hand away. He folded his arms and glowered out the window.

"Bite me, you asshole."

"Oh I would, but I believe the name 'Anna' is tattooed on your ass. In big, cursive letters."

"Shut up!"

Meanwhile….

"Did you hear them? Was that the whatchamacallit?" Claire asked, sticking her head up from her cereal bowl. Anna grinned and shook her head.

"No…That was me making noises! You jump every time!" She laughed, banging her spoon on the table in amusement. The blonde did not look amused.

"I hate you."

"No you don't!"

"Fine. I dislike you."

"Noooo-You love me and you know it!" Claire just glared and replied, "Save it for Sam."

Anna's eyebrows rose. Now it was Claire's turn to laugh.

"You want some ice for that burn?" Claire's laughter was cut short as Bobby entered the kitchen looking tired.

"Did I just hear one of you make a noise like an engine?" He asked dryly. Anna smirked.

"Noooooo."

"It was you wasn't it Anna?" Bobby questioned. Claire smugly continued to eat her cereal while her sister grinned innocently.

"Maaaaybe!" Her playful face beamed up at Bobby's haggard eyes.

"You two are insane," he announced. Anna pouted while her sister opened her mouth in protest, successfully losing a large amount of her breakfast. Bobby could only stare in wonder, though Anna didn't seem too surprised by her sister's klutziness.

"Why am I insane?" She cried, after she had mopped up her face.

"Obvious reasons," the man replied, turning to search the fridge for some kind of nourishment. All of a sudden, they heard the roar of an engine. Bobby paused and gazed at Anna over his shoulder.

"Did that come outta you?!" He exclaimed. Anna shook her head; her face had lit up dramatically.

"You're lying!" Claire cried as her sister rose from the table and looked out the window above the sink.

"I'm serious Claire. Do I look like… a car to you? I mean, come on!" Anna sighed, still peering out the window. A smile then spread across her face and she hastily put her hair up in a messy bun. Behind her, Claire was finally realizing that there was actually a car outside. (A/N: Now you have to remember…Not everyone's a morning person!)

Claire jumped up and ran to the door. She did not see Bobby's expression of confusion and slight embarrassment. The man quietly questioned her sister, "Is she wearing pants?"

Anna shook her head in a hopeless fashion.

"I don't think so."

Still unaware of the fact that she was pants-less, Claire pulled the door open and happily hopped down the porch steps. She waved at the incoming vehicle. Her sister appeared next to her and also waved.

/\/\/\/\

"Well we're back," Dean grinned as they pulled up and stopped in front of Bobby's home. A look of bemusement fell upon his face when he saw Claire exit the house. He nudged his brother.

"Hey Sammy…"

"What?" Sam asked in a grouchy voice.

"Look out your window. Something strike you about this picture?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Just look." So Sam looked and immediately rested his head against his fingers. Dean started to roar with laughter as he emerged from the Impala. Sam followed his example, staring at the ground.

Claire stopped waving when she heard Dean's laugh and turned to her sister, as she was confused.

"What's so funny?" The poor girl asked. Anna put her arm around her sister's shoulder and said, "Look down hun."

"Huh?" Dean and Sam began approaching; one was grinning widely and the latter shook his shaggy mane to and fro.

"Just-Just look down," Anna advised. Claire slowly let her eyes travel downward. She saw her boy shorts, which were decorated with Johnny Depp's (A/N: No! We don't own him either! But we wish we diiiiid.) face, staring up at her. Her face blazed like Hellfire and her hands slapped themselves over her nice (in Dean's opinion) butt cheeks.

"I'm going to get some pants," she grumbled. Anna nodded as the blonde stomped back into the house. She then turned her attention to the brothers.

Dean and Sam finally stood before her. Dean chuckled and coughed, "Awkward!" Anna ignored him and wrapped her arms around Sam's waist. The very tall man rubbed the small of her back as he returned the show of affection.

"Missed you," Anna smiled into his jacket. Sam squeezed her and asked, "Are you doing ok?"

"Mm-hmmm." She nuzzled his chest, causing his grin to widen into a beautiful smile.

Dean snorted and rolled his eyes before making his way into the house.

"Hey Bobby! How's it going? Where's Underwear Girl?"

"Hi. In the living room," Bobby replied with a sigh. Snickering to himself, Dean stealthily approached the living room. He stuck his head into the doorway just in time to see Claire pulling her jeans up over Johnny Depp's face. He tiptoed up to the girl and snatched her off the floor.

"Thanks for the welcome show!" He cried as he spun her around the room.

"Aah! Put me down! Don't touch me!" She ordered.

"Hey! I thought you were happy to see me!" He crushed her in a big bear hug before setting her on the floor.

"Well I was until I made myself look like an idiot!" Claire moaned.

"Naah. You looked good to me."

"Great Dean. That means a lot," she replied sarcastically.

"I still think those panties make you look like that guy's bitch," Dean teased.

"Well I wanna be!" Claire huffed. Dean's hands slipped out to pull her towards him. He stared down at her and his eyebrows quirked in amusement.

"Really? When I'm around? Ya sure?" He asked, letting his fingers play with the hem of her shirt. He grinned broadly as her cheeks flushed.

"Well…Maybe I can make an exception," she answered. He was leaning dangerously close; their lips were almost touching, and then Bobby interrupted them with a grunt. (A/N: Damn Bobby. Terrible timing!)

"There's a demon upstairs you idjits. This ain't some kind of romance novel! Get yer hands off her Dean! I have to baby sit you too? Aw shit! Where are Anna and Sam? I swear if those two-"

"We're right here," Sam stated. Bobby, Claire, and Dean were greeted with the sight of the youngest Winchester and the redhead, whose shoulders were draped with Sam's massive arm.

"Good! Now stay where I can see you!" Bobby groused. "We've got work to do and I don't want to hear any funny noises!"

"But I do!" Dean proclaimed. Bobby silently cracked his knuckles against his head.

"Ow!"

"Idjit."