After Emma left this morning to go back to her room and relax for a while, Sam was sitting on the edge of his bed, watching television.
"Next, on the Skin channel, Casa Erotica Four, A tale of…"
Dean opens the door and Sam looks around, startled. He shuts off the TV and tosses down the remote.
"Hey." Sam clears his throat, looking at Dean.
Dean enters slowly, glancing between the television and Sam.
"What?" Sam asked after Dean glanced at the television then to Sam.
"Awkward…" Dean says, realizing that Sam was watching porn on the television.
Sam changed the subject. "Where in the hell were you?"
"Working on my imaginary case."
"Yeah? And?"
"Well, you were right, I didn't find much."
Sam nods in sympathy. Dean continued on. "Yeah. Except Angela's brother died last night. Slit his own throat. But, you know, that's normal. Uh, let's see, what else. Oh, he was seeing Angela everywhere before he died. But you know, I'm sure that's just me transferring my own feelings."
Sam realizes that he was wrong. "Okay, I get it. I'm sorry, maybe there is something going on here."
"Maybe? Sam, I know how to do my job, despite what you might think."
"We should check out the guy's apartment."
"I just came from there. Piles of dead plants, just like the cemetery. Hell, dead goldfish too."
"So, unholy ground?"
"Maybe. I'm still not getting that powerful angry spirit vibe from Angela." Dean gets up, crosses the room to pick up a pink book. "I have been reading this, though."
"You stole the girl's diary?" Sam says, horrified at Dean.
"Yeah, Sam. And if anything, the girl's a little too nice."
"So what do you want to do?"
"Keep digging, talk to more of her friends."
Sam nodded. "You get any names?"
"Are you kidding me? I have her best friend in the whole wide world." Dean says, smiling.
Sam nodded. "Right, we'll talk to him then. Oh, by the way, I talked to Emma this morning. She told me something interesting."
Dean was half-listening to Sam as he skimmed through Angela's diary. "Uh huh."
"It turns out that you guys are dating after all." Sam says, crossing his arms.
Dean pauses then looked at Sam. He chuckled nervously.
"I'm sorry, what did you say?"
"You and Emma are dating. Don't even try to deny it. She told me this morning."
Dean gives a great bitch face at Sam. "What the hell! Emma!" He strides outside to her door and banged on it.
When I heard the banging on the door, I knew that Sam had told Dean. Damn it.
I walked quickly to the door, unlocking it and opened the door to reveal angry Dean.
I giggled nervously. "Hey babe. What's up?" I said, looking at Dean then at Sam who is standing outside of his door.
"Don't "hey babe" me. You told Sam! Without me!" Dean grunts in anger.
I crossed my arms. "Excuse me, Dean. You were the one who told me that I could tell him anytime if I wanted , but nooooo, you had to be with me when I tell him and you were somewhere else! Too damn bad!"
"Guys, it's fine really—"Sam tries to break us apart but we told him to shut up at the same time. Sam backs up, holding his hands up.
"Emma, it would be so nice if you could give me a little warning!" Dean says, pitching the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes.
"You know what, Dean. How about this? I'm not gonna give you a little tiny fucking warning for next time. I'll just surprise y'all, how about that, Dean!" I screamed, slamming the door against his face.
I heard him say "Ow!" after I slammed the door and realized that I might have hurt his nose. Good, he deserved it!
I stood there, thinking about what I did to Dean. I giggled out loud. God, I'm so mean. I heard the banging again on my door. I growled in anger and stormed over to the door, opening it quickly.
"WHAT!" I growled out and Dean looked at me, holding his nose.
"You slammed the door on my nose!" Dean whined, his hand covered in blood.
I pulled him into my room, pushing him on my bed.
"You sit still while I get the towel. Damn it, Dean! I swear…." I muttered, walking to the bathroom and grabbed a white towel.
I carried the towel and took his hand off his nose, pressing it on his nose harder.
"Ouch!" Dean whined at me.
"Don't be a baby, Dean. Just keep pressure on it." I said, putting his hand on his towel then stood there in front of them, my arms crossed.
Sam stood there in the doorway. "You shouldn't have told Dean, Sam. I was going to let him know but I guess you had to tell him."
I scowled at Sam and Sam looks at me with his damn sad eyes. "I'm sorry, Emma. I just had to let Dean know that I know about you guys' relationship."
I sighed in frustration and stared at Dean.
"What are you doing?" Dean asked, putting the towel down. "I'm angry at you. Why must you yell at me every time I do something stupid or do something without you? I'm amazed that we're still together."
Dean puts his bloody towel down and stared at me. "Hmm... I'm amazed too."
He walks over to me then crushed his lips on my lips.
I tried to push him off on me because I was really mad but his kisses melted me inside and I wrapped my arms around his neck, kissing him back.
"Damn it, Dean. Why? Why must you kiss me?" I whisper to Dean, caressing his cheek.
Dean smiles gently at me. "Because I know that if I kiss you, you won't be mad at me anymore. I have discovered your weakness, Emma."
"Damn it, Dean." I said, pushing him away.
Dean flashes his charming smile at me. Why do I melt at his smile every frigging time? UGH!
"I'm sorry for yelling at you, baby." Dean says, putting his hands on my hips. We cuddled up for a minute.
"I'm sorry for hurting your nose, babe." I cooed to him, kissing his nose.
"God, guys. Get a room." Sam groaned at our sight. I giggled at Sam and stick out my tongue at him.
Sam rolled his eyes at us then walked out.
"Great, we're alone now." Dean whispers into my ear and I giggled.
"No, Dean. Not now. We have a case that we need to finish." I said, walking away. Dean pouted at me and I chuckled, shaking my head.
I walked back to him and leaned into his ear. "If you are still being a good boy after the case is finished, we can play around…" I whisper seductively and winked at him as he realizes that he'll get his reward.
"Hot damn, I can't wait!" Dean says, rubbing his hands like a little boy then walked out.
I shook my head, chuckling.
LOL... Emma hitting Dean in the nose with the door was pretty funny. I'm so mean but hey they made up. ;)
