C+C

The diner, the girls hated to admit, reminded them of the one William used to take them to every Saturday morning. Metal framed tables and chairs, friendly waitresses who brought you a refill when you didn't ask for one, juke box in the corner with songs you've never heard of, and a counter bar that hosted the swivel chair that squeaked when you moved.

To say the least, it was making them a little uneasy.

Charlie was about to take another bite of her grilled ham and cheese when Dean tapped her shoulder.

"Come on, juke box," he said before getting up.

She couldn't help but smile a little as she got up and followed after him.

Courtney shot them an amused look before stealing one of Dean's fries off his plate.

Sam let out a laugh. "Don't let him catch you doing that," he told him before his phone rang. "Hey, Bobby," he answered with an easy smile.

"Hi, Bobby," Courtney greeted, leaning forward so he could hear her.

"He says hi," Sam told her before his brow furrowed. "Uh, yeah, hold on," he said, opening his laptop, the screen coming alive with the search engine he always seems to leave it on. "Okay, tell me those names."

Courtney watched with mild interest as Sam typed away on the computer, slowly making her way through the tuna melt she had ordered. She turned her attention back to her sister and Dean when the later started to pound on the poor machine, Charlie laughing as she tried to stop him.

"No, no, no, you're right, it's definitely weird," Sam said, his attention focused on the computer screen. "Okay, Bobby. Thanks."

"What's up?" Dean asked as the two walked back over and sat down.

Sam cleared his throat. "Uh, Bobby found something in Wyoming," he answered.

"A job?" he asked, sounding a little too eager.

"Maybe," Sam allowed as Dean shoved half of his burger into his mouth. "Small town, no one's died in the past week and a half," he explained.

Dean seemed confused as he chewed. "That's so unusual?" he questioned.

Sam shrugged. "Well, it's how they're not dying," he stated as he typed furiously again. "Uh, one guy with terminal cancer strolls out of hospice. Another guy gets capped by a mugger, walks away without a scratch."

"Capped in the ass?" Dean questioned, getting unamused looks from both girls.

Sam took in a deep breath and began to read. "'Police say Mr. Jenkins was shot in the heart at point-blank range by a 9 millimeter.'"

Dean's eyebrows shot up. "And he's not a donut?"

Sam shook his head. "Locals are saying it's a miracle."

Courtney let out a snort. "Which usually means it's not," she stated, leaning a little closer to Sam so she could read the police report.

"Okay," Dean agreed.

Sam thought for a moment before pulling a face. "It's gotta be something nasty, right?" he asked, clearly not understanding. "Maybe people making deals or something?"

Dean swallowed hard. "You think?" he asked, demon deals still a sore spot for him.

"What else would it be?" Sam questioned.

"Iuhnuh," Dean supplied the best he could around the mouthful of burger he had just shoved in.

Charlie let out a sigh at him and palmed the side of his face, shoving him away slightly.

Dean shot her a smirk before going back to his food.

Sam gave a small nod. "All right. Get those to go," he said, gesturing to the food the other three were still eating.

Both Charlie and Courtney let out groans at that but weren't too put out, seeing as a brick had settled in both of their stomachs at the memories of Saturday mornings. As they both gathered their stuff to leave they both noticed that Dean hadn't budged an inch.

"What?" Sam asked, having also noticed that Dean wasn't moving.

Dean watched him for a moment, chewing slowly before swallowing hard. "You want me with you?" he asked.

Sam's brow furrowed. "Yeah, why wouldn't I?" he asked, sounding must as confused as he looked.

Dean shrugged, a Winchester bitch face expression pulling at his features. "Ah, I don't know, I don't wanna be holding you back or nothing," he answered before taking another bite.

Sam appeared more than fed up. "Dude, I've told you a hundred times, that was the siren talking, not me," he reminded him. "Can we get past this?"

Dean nodded slowly before practically throwing his burger down onto the plate. "Yeah, we're past it," he answered.

The girls shared a wide eyed look at the altercation. The Winchester's had developed the technique of avoiding the problem at all costs and had practiced it their whole lives. Seeing Dean full on bitch out about it was a little shocking.

Charlie cleared her throat. "I'll get this boxed for you," she said as she picked up Dean's plate along with her own.

He made no move to acknowledge her.

C+D

Charlie and Dean sat in the kitchen of Jim Jenkins, having split up from their siblings to cover more area.

"Now, you two said you were bloggers?" Jim asked, walking over and taking a seat at the table across from them.

Charlie gave him a pleasant smile. "Yes, sir. We run a blog called ," she told him, keeping her voice as friendly as she could.

"All God's glory fit to blog," Dean added with a cheesy smile.

Charlie chuckled nervously and she kicked Dean in the shin under the table. "We wanted to talk to you about what the people in town are calling what happened to you a miracle," she told him.

Jim nodded. "It was, plain as day," he answered.

"You seem very sure about that."

He shrugged. "How else would you explain it?" he asked. "The doctors can't. There's a bullet in my heart that's pumping like a piston."

"Well, how do you explain it?" Dean inquired, a look of complete and total disbelief on his face.

Jim watched them for a moment before shooting a glance into the living room where his wife and kids were. "Look, honestly I-I was nobody's saint," he admitted. "Not exactly father of the year either."

"Okay," Dean encouraged as they nodded in understanding.

He took in a deep breath. "But when that guy shot me and I didn't bleed a drop I just knew the Lord was giving me a second chance."

"Is that so?" Dean asked, his features twitching between disgust and fake pleasantry.

Jim watched him for a moment before pressing on. "I had this feeling like angels were watching over me."

The two shared a look.

Jim leaned back in his seat. "I wouldn't expect you guys to understand," he stated.

Dean looked back to Jim and seemed to struggle for a moment. "Well, we'll just have to try."

Charlie cleared her throat, breaking the tension filled stare the two men were having. "We've noticed a certain pattern with situations like yours and we have to ask," she told him.

Jim gave a nod of consent.

"Have you been to any crossroads recently?"

Jim shook his head. "No."

"Have you met anyone who for a split second had black or red eyes?"

Jim was far from understanding. "Who'd you guys say you were again?" he asked.

Dean flashed him a smile. "Never mind. Thank you for your time," he said, getting up from his seat and heading to the front door.

Charlie jumped up and dashed after him, Jim following after with a deep frown pulling at his face. She didn't catch up with him till she was in the Impala and Dean was angrily attempting to get the keys out of his jacket pocket. "Hey, hey, stop," she said, reaching out to grab his hands. "Take a deep breath," she told him.

Dean did just that and relaxed into the driver's seat.

"They're not demon deals so there's no hell hounds," she told him, her thumbs running across the top of his knuckles.

He let out a humorless laugh. "How'd you guess?" he asked, his eyes drifting shut.

"Any rational person would be wary of the monster that killed them," she pointed out. "Especially a monster they can't see."

Dean gave a weak smile.

"I still have nightmares about banshees," she told him.

"Really?" he asked, opening his eyes to look over to her. "You've never woken me up."

Charlie chuckled lightly. "Please, you sleep like the dead."

He narrowed his eyes in thought. "How bad are they?"

She shrugged. "It's just her scream. Empty motel room and her scream," she explained, spacing off as she thought about it.

"Hey," Dean said, snapping out of her thoughts. "Next time it happens you wake me up, okay?"

Her eyes widened slightly but she nodded anyways. "Yeah, okay, but only if you do the same," she told him.

"I thought I woke you up anyways?" he asked, remembering all the times she had rubbed his back while he breathed heavily into his pillow at an attempt to get his heartbeat back to normal.

Charlie nodded. "True, but not every nightmare wakes you up like that," she reminded him.

"What do you mean?"

"Like those nights where you wake up and you lock yourself in the bathroom for an hour," she told him. "Wake me up for those."

Dean swallowed hard, defeated in the fact that she had found out the one thing he thought he had managed to keep from her.

"Please?" she asked, raising one hand to cup the side of his face so he couldn't look away from her.

He took in a deep breath, his eyes glancing away from hers for amount before he nodded. "Yeah, okay," he agreed.

"Thank you," she said before learning forward to press a kiss to his cheek.

Seeing an opportunity Dean turned his head at the last moment and connected his lips to hers.

Charlie's eyebrows shot up at that but didn't pull away from him, instead she moved her hand from his cheek and threaded it through his hair while her other ran up his arm and to his shoulder.

Following her lead he moved his hands till they rested on her hips, bringing her closer to him. Smirking at the memory of the spot on her neck he trailed his lips down till he reached it.

Charlie let out yelp before she pushed herself away from the older Winchester, a playful glare in her eyes. "You are not giving me another hickey," she told him, pointing an accusing finger at him.

He chuckled and licked his lips. "You didn't seem to mind the first time," he stated.

She rolled her eyes at him and smacked his shoulder. "Just drive, Winchester," she told him, trying to hide her smile.

~Magical Supernatural Time Skip~

Charlie looked up from her laptop when Sam and Courtney stepped into the room.

"Hey," Sam greeted while Courtney headed to drop down onto the bed next to her sister.

"Anything?" Dean greeted back.

Sam's eyebrows shot up. "That cancer survivor? He was clinically dead," he explained. "His wife pulled the plug and now he's taking her out for their 20th anniversary."

"Any sign of a deal?"

"No. What about you? Find anyone dying around here?"

"Not since Cole Griffith," Dean answered, bringing up the photo of the boy on Sam's laptop. "He dropped 10 days ago. It was the last death I could find."

Sam shook his head in confusion. "So, what are you thinking?"

Dean shrugged. "Maybe it is what the people say it is," he suggested.

Sam let out a huff. "Miracles?" he asked, taking Dean's seat as he got up to get a cup of coffee. "Dean, our experience, when do miracles just happen?" he questioned.

Dean let out a sigh as he grabbed one of the coffee mugs. "There's no deals. There's, uh, no skeevy faith healers," he listed off as he poured his cup. "I mean, these souls just ain't getting dragged into the light," he stated with a tired chuckle.

A light bulb went off in Sam's head. "Maybe because there's no one around to carry 'em," he suggested.

Dean put the pot away and walked back to his brother. "What do you mean?" he asked.

"Reapers," Courtney spoke up.

Sam nodded to her. "Yeah, Grim Reapers," he agreed. "That's what they do, right, schlep souls?" he asked. "So if death ain't in town-"

"Then nobody's dying," Dean finished. "So, what, the local Reaper's on strike? Playing the back nine?" he asked, seeming skeptic. "I don't know, Sam," he said, taking a gulp of his coffee.

"Well, then let's talk to somebody who might," Sam stated.

Dean gave him a look. "Last I checked, Huggy Bear ain't available," he said with a smile.

Sam shook his head. "No, dude, the kid."

"The kid? The kid's a doornail."

"Nice, Dean," Charlie chastised with a frown.

He gave her an apologetic smile.

Sam looked between the two before continuing with his point. "Exactly. Look if he was the last person to die, then maybe he's seen something. We should talk to him."

Dean laughed lightly at that. "I love how matter-of-fact you are about that," he stated. "Strange lives," he muttered before taking another gulp.

"Are you seriously suggesting that we have a séance at this kid's grave?" Courtney asked, sitting up a little straighter.

"How else are we supposed to talk to him?" Sam asked.

She shook her head. "Uh-uh, I draw the line a ghost boys," she stated, holding her hands up in denial.

"What? Why?" Dean asked, pulling a rather beautiful scrunched up confused face.

She muttered something, looking awfully uncomfortable.

"I'm sorry, I didn't catch that," Dean said, raising a hand to cup his ear mockingly.

Charlie watched her sister for a moment before letting out a sigh. "We were working this orphanage haunting a few years back and one of the little boy ghosts took a liking to her. Kept grabbing her ass every chance he got."

Sam shot Courtney a concerned look while Dean tried his hardest not to laugh.

"So I think we'll sit this one out, boys," Charlie stated, smiling as Courtney blushed.

"Fine, party poopers."

~Magical Supernatural Time Skip~

Both girls jumped when the motel door was suddenly thrown open. Their eyes widened when Sam walked in, supporting a stumbling Dean.

"What the hell happened?!" Courtney demanded while Charlie jumped up and helped Sam bring Dean over to the bed.

"Alistair showed up," Sam answered, letting his brother drop to the bed. "Threw Dean and he hit his head against a gravestone."

Courtney threw her hands up. "See? This is why you leave the graves of little boys alone," she said.

"Well, I didn't really expect Alistair to show up," Sam defended, watching as his brother blinked lazily up at the ceiling. "I think he has a concussion."

Charlie frowned and went to her pack, pulling out one of her smaller flashlights. She leaned over Dean and forced one of his eyes wider with her free hand before shining the light into it, watching as his pupil shrunk to accommodate the new light. "I think he's just out of it," she stated, looking over to Sam.

"The room is spinning," Dean stated, his voice a groan.

Charlie grimaced down at him before looking back up to Sam. "Why don't I keep an eye on him while you and Courtney go back to talk to the dead kid?" she asked, hoping her tone was as innocent as she wanted it to.

Courtney shot her a glare.

"I'll make sure he doesn't get a finger on you," Sam promised, pressing a hand over his heart.

Courtney's mouth twitched into a smile. "Fine, but if he grabs my ass I get to grab yours."

Sam blushed at that, clearing his throat and looked away from her. "Let's get going," he said before turning and leaving through the still open door.

"Good luck," Charlie called after her sister who gave her flipped her off in the most affectionate way. She chuckled before looking back down to Dean who looked like he was going to throw up if he moved. "How're you feeling, Dean?"

He let out a groan. "There are howler monkeys in my head," he stated, his hand slowly coming up to press over his face.

She winced and left him to grab a washcloth from the bathroom and a handful of ice from the cooler before returning to him. She climbed up onto the bed and sat cross legged by his head, gently prying his hands away to press the ice pack there instead.

Dean grunted and pushed himself a little further onto the bed till his head rested in her lap, her hunched over form blocking out the light.

She allowed a small smile and placed her hands on his cheeks with her thumbs running up and down his cheeks while she began to hum Hey Jude.

"With you sing it?" he asked, his voice almost sounding childish.

"Only if you sing it with me," she told him, knowing that in the off chance that he really did have a concussion she had to keep him awake.

"Are Sam and Courtney gone?"

She laughed at that and nodded. "Yeah, they're gone," she answered.

He let out a sigh. "Fine, I'll sing it."

"Hey Jude, don't make it bad," she started, her smile widening when he joined her.

C+S

~Twenty minutes later~

They had made it to the grave and was about to start to séance when Bobby phoned in with their saving grace.

Courtney let out a pleased sigh as she climbed back into the car and fastened her seatbelt.

Sam shot her an amused look. "You really didn't want to go, did you?" he asked as he started the Impala and pulled away from the cemetery.

Courtney shot him a glare. "Let's see you have your ass squeezed every minute for three hours straight and see how you feel."

He raised his hands in defense. "It's just, you faced down Slenderman but you're scared of little boy ghosts."

"I'm not scared, I'm cautious," she corrected.

"That's what Dean and Charlie say to justify sleeping with guns under their pillows," he reminded her.

Courtney shrugged. "It's why I do too."

His eyes widened slightly. "You sleep with a gun?" he asked, remembering all the times he had woken up to find her on her with her hand under her pillow.

She nodded. "You don't?" she asked, raising her eyebrow at him.

"Uh, no," he answered with a scoff.

"And you call yourself a hunter," she said, shaking her head at him in disappointment.

He let out a bark of a laugh. "I'm sorry I'm not as paranoid as the rest of you."

Courtney stuck her tongue out at him, crossing her arms across her chest in mock anger. "I hope the bottom of your foot itches," she told him.

Sam was quiet for a moment before he busted out laughing and continued to do so for the rest of the ride back.

Courtney let out an exasperated sigh as she closed the passenger's door and walked to the motel door. "It was funny five minutes ago, Sam, now it's just annoying," she told him.

He shook his head and unlocked the motel door. He paused when he stepped through, a little surprised to find his brother's head in Charlie's lap with an ice pack pressed to his head. "How're you doing?" he asked, closing the door once Courtney came in, pausing just like he had with an amused smile on her lips.

"I'm in pain, that's how I'm doing," Dean answered, his voice clearly stating how tired and completely done with the day he was. "I think I have a concussion."

"You want some aspirin?" Sam asked.

Both girls rolled their eyes at that, knowing aspirin would do nothing for a concussion.

Dean pushing himself up into a sitting position, lowering the ice pack. "No thanks, House," he answered. "So demons, huh?" he asked.

"Yep," Sam gruffed out. "So much for miracles."

Dean thought for a moment before confusion pulled at his face. "What the hell happened with Alistair again?" he asked.

Sam shrugged. "I told you. He tried to fling me or whatever and it didn't work, so he bailed," he explained, waving his hand around dramatically.

His eyebrows furrowed. "How come he couldn't fling you? He chucked you pretty good last time."

Sam paused for a moment before shrugging. "Got no idea," he answered before turning to pour himself a cup of coffee.

Dean took a deep breath, his eyes narrowing in anger. "Sam, do me a favor," he started, getting his brother's attention once again. "If you're gonna keep your little secrets, then I can't really stop you. But just don't treat me like an idiot, okay?" he asked.

Sam played it off. "What? Dean, I'm not keeping secrets," he stated.

"Mm-hm," Dean agreed with a perfect 'bull shit' expression.

Sam just shook his head.

"Whatever," Dean muttered. "So did you go back and Q&A the dead kid?" he asked, effectively changing the subject.

Sam seemed grateful for that, allowing a small smile to pull at his lips. "Didn't have to."

"What? Why?" Charlie asked, clearly disappointed.

Courtney flipped her off again while Sam gave her an amused look.

"Bobby called and he did some digging," he answered, sitting across from Dean on his and Courtney's bed.

"And?" the older siblings asked.

Sam pulled a smug look. "He thinks I'm right," he told them. "Local reapers gone. Not just gone, kidnapped."

"By demons? Why?"

Sam opened his notebook. "Listen to this," he said. "'And he bloodied Death under the newborn sky. Sweet to taste, but bitter when once devoured.'"

Dean was unimpressed. "Swanky. What the hell does that mean?"

"Revelations," both girls answered, having recognized the wording from one of Bobby's many books.

Sam nodded. "A very obscure and very arcane version," he agreed.

Dean sat up straighter. "Which mean what I think it means?" he asked, sounding even more tired.

"Basically, you kill a Reaper under the solstice moon- tomorrow night, by the way- you got yourself a broken seal," Sam explained.

"How do you ice a Reaper? You can't kill death," Dean stated, finding a little hard to believe.

Sam shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe demons can."

Courtney shook her head as she walked over to sit beside Sam. "Reapers are just creatures that follow the orders of Death," she stated. "They don't have the power to kill someone unless they have his permission. All they really do is collect the souls for him, it's possible that there is a way to kill them."

Charlie nodded. "And if it's Alistair then I have no doubt he's found a way."

"Where the hell are the angels is what I wanna now. We could use their help for one," Sam said, closing his notebook and tossing it aside onto the nightstand.

Dean nodded in agreement. "It looks like we'll have to take care of this."

Sam didn't seem convinced. "We gonna just swing in and save the friendly neighborhood Reaper?"

"You got a better idea, I'm all ears," Dean stated.

"Dean, Reaper's are invisible," Sam reminded him. "The only people who can seen them are the dead and the dying."

Dean nodded as if that wasn't a problem. "If ghosts are the only ones who can see 'em…."

"Yeah?" Sam encouraged.

"Then we become ghosts," he finished.

"You do have a concussion," Sam stated, nodding slowly.

Dean pressed the ice pack back to his head. "Sound crazy, I know."

"It is crazy."

Dean simply shrugged.

"How?" Sam questioned, wanting to hear what his brother had come up with this time.

Dean simply smiled.

Courtney chuckled humorlessly. "She's going to hate us by the end of this," she stated, letting herself fall backwards on to the bed, her hands coming up to cover her face.

"Your idea, you going and get her," Charlie stated, smacking Dean on the shoulder.

"Wait, who?" Sam asked, looking between the girls.

"Pamela," they answered.

~Magical Supernatural Time Skip~

Sam got up and opened the motel door to reveal a rather unamused Pamela on the other side.

"I can't even begin to tell you how crazy you two are," she stated, walking into the room.

Dean pulled a face, clearly having heard this all the way back.

Sam cleared his throat. "Well, Pamela, you're a sight for sore eyes."

Pamela let out a humorless chuckle and turned back to him, lowering her sunglasses low enough for the boys to see her eyes. "Aw, that's sweet, Grumpy," she said. "What do you say to deaf people?" she asked.

Sam had the sense to look ashamed.

She pushed her glasses back up. "Which one of you braincases came up with astral projection?"

Dean pointed to himself. "Yo."

She let out a huff. "Of course. Chachi," she said before looking over in the girls direction. "And you two are going along with this?" she asked.

Courtney shrugged. "It was either that or we let Charlie kill Dean," she explained.

"Besides, out-of-body experiences are always fun," Charlie stated, taking another gulp of the drink Courtney had made her out of the left over Mountain Dew and vodka.

Courtney couldn't blame her, Charlie always got violently sick after every out-of-body experiences, while she became even more clumsy.

Pamela sighed, finding that those two weren't going to be any help and turned back to the boys. "So let's be clear," she said. "You wanna rip your souls out of your bodies and take a little stroll through the spirit world?"

"Mm-hm," Dean answered, hoping she wasn't going to smack him.

"Do you have any idea how heavy-duty insane that is?" she questioned.

Dean nodded, stepping forward. "Maybe, but that's where the Reaper is, so-"

"So it's nuts," Pamela stated.

"Not if you know what you're doing," Dean defended.

Pamela let out a huff. "You don't know what you're going."

"No," Dean agreed. "But you do."

"Yeah, I do," Pamela stated. "And guess what? I'm sick of being hauled back into your angel-demon Soc-graser crap," she snapped.

Charlie's hand shot up. "I wanna be a greaser," she stated before Courtney could shut her up.

The others graciously ignored her.

Dean got defensive. "I'd love to be kicking back with a cold one, watching Judge Judy too."

"Nice. More blind jokes?" she asked.

"You know what I mean," Dean stated, sounding rather fed up. "We're talking the end of the world here, okay? No more tasseled leather pants, no more Ramones CDs, no more nothing. We need your help."

C+C

~Ten minutes later~

The girls watched as Dean and Sam set up for the spell, lighting candles and closing the shades. They remained stationed on the bed, knowing Pamela wouldn't let them help even if the wanted to, Charlie being drunk or not.

"Tell me something, geniuses," Pamela started with a sigh. "Even if you do break intot he veil and you find the Reaper, how you gonna save it?" she questioned.

Dean held his arms out to the side and flashed her a mocking smile. "With style and class," he answered sarcastically.

Pamela let out a scoff. "You're gonna be four walking pieces of fog," she told them. "You can't touch or move anything. You'll be defenseless, hotshot."

Sam came to Dean's defense. "I seem to recall a bunch of ghosts beating the crap out of us."

"Yeah, they had plenty of time to practice," she reminded him.

Dean refused to be deterred from his plan. "Well, then I guess we gotta start cramming."

Courtney was sure if Pamela could have, she would have rolled her eyes.

"Wow! Couple of heroes," she mocked with a very unimpressed tone. "All right," she said, leaning over in her seat to patting the closest bed to her. "Lay down. Close your eyes."

Courtney got up from next to her sister and onto the bed she shared with Sam and laid down, leaving enough space for Sam.

Dean walked to his side of the bed and nudged Charlie over, allowing a small smirk when she complied. He laid down but was forced to readjust when Charlie grabbed his arm and wrapped it around her shoulders, her head now resting on his biceps.

Pamela took in a deep breath before reciting the Latin spell she had memorized all those years ago. "Okay, guys, that's it," she said once she finished. "Show time."

Dean sat up with a sigh. "Well, nothing like shooting blanks," he said, looking to Pamela with a frown. "What's plan B?" he asked.

Pamela acted as if she couldn't hear him.

Charlie let out a giggle. "I feel tingly," she stated before also sitting up.

Both of the looked over when a swoosh reached their ears, finding both Sam and Courtney standing on the other side of the room while their bodies remained on the bed.

Dean looked back and found his own body lying there. "Oh, I'm so feeling up Demi Moore," he stated.

"I call Patrick Swayze!" Charlie stated, her hand shooting up once again.

"All right, so I'm assuming you're somewhere over the rainbow," Pamela spoke. "Remember, I have to bring you back," she reminded them before getting up from her chair and walking over to Sam's body. "I'll whisper the incantation in your ear," she stated before leaning down to whisper in his ear.

Courtney raised an eyebrow up at Sam when he laughed, a wide smile pulling at his lips.

"What'd she say? What'd she say?" Dean demanded, looking to his brother with a certain childlike curiosity.

Sam didn't answer, simply shaking his head.

~Magical Supernatural Time Skip~

They had managed to get themselves out of the motel and onto the street, wondering around aimlessly. Nothing interesting happened till a jogger ran straight through both Sam and Dean.

Dean laughed with an amused smile. "That's wild," he stated.

Sam just looked creeped out.

A light bulb seemed to go off in Dean's head and he raised his arm to go half way through Sam's chest.

Sam looked down at his brothers arm before fixing his brother with the best Winchester fuck-off stare Courtney had seen in a long time.

Dean noticed and put on an innocent face. "Am I making you uncomfortable?" he questioned.

"Get out of me," Sam ordered.

Dean did just that and was greeted with the furious giggles of Charlie.

She pointed between the two brothers. "He-He was inside him," she laughed. "He-he-he-"

"Charlie, please," Courtney said, wishing nothing more to be able to smack her sister upside the head. She was starting to regret giving Charlie all those drinks.

Dean turned his attention back to his brother and pulled a face. "You're suck a prude," he stated. "Come on," he said before walking off.

It's a week into the hiatus and I'm twitching.

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