"Sam, hurry the fuck up!" Marisa snapped, as Sam typed away at the computer.
It was 11:30 in the morning, and everyone was moody. Marisa was trying to do a handstand on the bed she shared with Dean, while Sam sat on the floor. Dean was sitting in a chair near the window, reading the towns paper. With the lack of coffee or sugar going around, Marisa was ready to punch anyone that pissed her off.
"SAM!" Marisa shouted, as she tried to balance herself on her hands.
"If you keep shouting at me, it'll take me longer to find something," said Sam, as he clicked and typed.
Marisa huffed, and kicked her feet off the bed. Finally, after an hour and a half, she was on her hands.
"HOLY SHIT! I'M DOING IT!" she shouted, making them both look up.
Before they could say anything, Marisa tilted to the side, let out a shriek and fell onto the floor with a loud crash. Sam started laughing, while Dean ran to her side. Marisa laid out on her back, staring up at the ceiling.
"Ow, my head," she cried, as Dean sat her up.
"Smooth, Ris. Real smooth," said Sam, as he went back to his typing.
Marisa gritted her teeth, while Dean checked her for any broken bones. Once he saw that she was fine, Dean pulled her off the floor and sat her down on the bed. She looked at Dean, and pouted.
"Geeze Ris, look at cut on your hand. Maybe we should clean that out and cover it up," he said, winking at her.
Marisa nodded, "Ow Dean! Don't touch it!" she shouted, as Dean pulled her up off the bed by her wrist.
They both walked out of the bedroom, leaving Sam behind to laugh at her, and disappeared into the bathroom. Dean shut the dooor and locked it, then went to the sink and turned it on. But instead of placing her hand under the sink, he pushed Marisa up against the wall and started kissing her. Marisa moaned softly, and relaxed into his arms.
"So, will my hand be okay?" she asked, holding her perfectly fine hand in front of his face.
Dean looked at it, and smirked. "I believe you can keep your hand," he said.
Marisa giggled, and leaned forward to kiss him again. Dean pulled her shirt up and over her head, throwing it down on the floor. Pinning both of her arms up over her head, he moved from her mouth to her throat, then to her neck. Marisa's breath hitched, when he began to kiss her collarbone.
"Dean.." she breathed, feeling her face flush with heat.
Suddenly, there was a loud knock on the door. They both jumped, back away from each other.
"Guys! I found us a hunt! Hurry up!" Sam shouted, banging on the door.
Marisa rolled her eyes and let out a frustrated sigh. Dean turned the sink off and handed Marisa her shirt, then walked over to her.
"Later?" he asked.
She smirked and shrugged, "Maybe," she whispered.
Pulling her shirt back over her head, they kissed quickly went back into the bedroom.