AN: This next Chapter in like an filler cute story from an in between hunt. When I was thinking of what the boys might talk about or do when they aren't on a hunt my head went right to horror movies. I mean all three of the actors were in horror movies so I though maybe they like to watch them? I wanted to add something that could mean something deeper in the following chapters.
*Superstition* *Cassie's POV*
"This is the stupidest movie I have ever seen!" Dean complained loudly while we all sat around the crappy motel TV to watch the newest horror flick out. Dean and I have always spent way to much time watching horror movies and eating popcorn when no one's around to bother us. We had just finished up this case about some idiotic college boy playing with hoodoo on his dead roommate, creep I know. Now we had a night of freedom to relax and watch movies again. Sam sat on the bed near the bathroom drinking a beer and barely watching our movie. Dean and I were huddled up on the couch watching the small screen with cheap popcorn and beers.
"I mean how many times can on person be stabbed before they stop screaming!" I shout stuffing my face with food as the girl on the movie continued screaming.
"About 4, depends on where the stab wounds are." Sam answers from across the room, I laugh and throw a piece of popcorn at him.
"Thank you for your input, Sasquatch."
"You're extremely welcome, Princess." Sam smirks and eats the popcorn piece with a wink.
"Can you two shut your traps the chicks about to lose her top!" Dean stops us as the girl in the movie indeed loses her shirt as she ran away from the monster.
"This is so unrealistic.." I mutter drinking my beer, I looked around our room. We live in a motel room, we have a large bag of weapons, I have been kidnapped, so has both my brothers, I'm a freaking witch, and did I mention we hunt MONSTERS! I look over to Dean and hit his shoulder.
"What?" He shoves my hand away.
"We live in our own scary movie." I state and he laughs.
"We do not…" He pauses and shares a look with Sam, "Holy shit…our life is a freaking a horror movie…"
"So I guess all the horror movie rules apply." I smirk and watch as Dean chuckles to himself.
"Good thing you don't wear heels on hunts, cause' if you did you would be face first in mud every time something chases you."
"Oh c'mon, if our life was really a horror movie then I'm gonna die first." I smirk and put out my fingers to count on. "First, I'm the only girl, second, I'm blonde, and last but not least, I'm a witch."
"Where does it state that witches died first?" Dean smiles, "I mean I get the first two but not witches."
"Well, the supernatural character never lives until the end."
"Princess we all know the hot, sexy ass, brave one dies first."
"Like I said Dean, I'm gonna die first." I smirk and wink at him.
"Yeah right, I bet I'll die saving your ass so I could be known as the hero."
"No, I will die saving your ass. Why must everything be so sexist, not all girls need to be saved."
"So if you were about to die and I was going to save you, you would deny it to be the big female hero?"
"Would it kill you?"
"Yes, but you would live."
"I would die, I mean if it came down to it I would die to save anyone who deserved it." I gave him a shrug and drank more of my beer.
"So that's it? If you saw someone you didn't know dying you will just lie down in their place."
"Yeah, I guess I would."
"Well that sucks for you because I wouldn't let you."
"I didn't think you would." I smirk at him and think back to how many time I would have died if it wasn't for Dean. Would I have taken death in any of those moments?
"Can we not talk about this, please." Sam finally spoke from across the room. "I know death doesn't scare you two, but it freaks me out so stop it."
"It's just a joke Sammy, we're not planning on leaving you. Ever." I smile at him and get up from my spot on the couch, I walk over to the bed by the bathroom, which is the bed Sam and I always get on hunts, and hop up next to him. I burrow myself into the covers by Sam's chest and sigh in content. I yawn and Sam chuckles a bit.
Maybe this was news for everyone, but I am scared to die and I know that Dean is too. We put on these brave fronts but we hate the thought of death and although we joke about it I never what anyone to die.
All this was a joke that would play on for years until the joke becomes just a bad memory, a lost memory.
