Studying Latin gets so boring, especially if you had been reading nothing but scriptures for over three hours straight. It was Dad's orders, as he believes my Latin needs brushing up. To be honest, I think I have an ear for languages, and even Bobby agrees with me. I think I might even get Bobby to teach me Japanese, since he is pretty damn fluent. According to Dean, Bobby is in Japan for over three months, and had just left three days after New Year. It's also good to know that his old buddy Rufus is looking after my dog, Ozzy. Poor thing will be going stir crazy without me or Bobby. Still, Rufus will look after him. Well, more like Ozzy looking after Rufus.

I gazed over towards the window. It was snowing again. I could see the Impala outside in the parking lot, getting covered in a cold white blanket of snow. I then returned to the dusty old book I was reading, as I sat crossed legged on my bed, whilst chewing the sleeve of my dark green sweater. The snow was very distracting, as it kept drawing my attention away from my studies.

"Eyes on the book, Chrissie," said Dean, as he sat on the couch, nursing a glass of whiskey with one hand, and reading a car magazine with the other. "I don't want Dad yelling at you again for slacking on your studies."

I sighed, and rolled my eyes.

"Dean," I whined. "C'mon, it's snowing outside. You know what I'm like with snow. Whenever it starts snowing, I have to watch it, and when it's all settled, I just have to go out in it. I've been that way since, like forever."

Dean scoffed.

"Yeah, and don't I know it," he said. "You ran out butt naked into the snow when you were three years old. Dad nearly killed me, since I was watching you that night."

I smirked, as I closed the book, and wandered over towards my brother.

"I can't help having an adventurous spirit, Dean," I remarked, with a mischievous grin. "Don't repress it, because you know I'll just drive you insane."

Dean turned his head, his left eyebrow raised in a funny way.

"Chrissie, you drove me insane years ago," he replied. "Now, get back to reading your book. Another hour and it's bedtime."

I pouted, and folded my arms.

"Awww, you're such a buzzkill," I said. "Is this because it's you're birthday in three days? Is it making you feel ancient?"

I flopped onto the couch, my head resting in my brother's lap. Dean raised his arms, to avoid spilling any whiskey. I simply grinned up at him.

"C'mon," I begged. "Live a little, you old man."

Dean growled slightly, and continued to grumble as he tried to resume reading his book. However, I was finally getting to him. He could never avoid my puppy eyes for very long. His eyes returned to meet my gaze.

"C'mmmonn," I whined, before sticking out my bottom lip into a pout. "Plllleeease."

I pulled at his arm, and something fell from inside the car magazine. A photograph. On inspection, it wasn't an ordinary photograph.

"Ewwwww!" I shrieked, as Dean rushed to hide the evidence. "Jesus Christ, Dean! What the fuck?!"

The photograph was of this random girl Dean met a couple of weeks ago, just before Christmas. I've never seen anything like that before, even though I've mistakenly came across my big brother's dirty magazines before, but this was just gross. She looked like a Playboy wannabe. Everything was out on display, and I mean everything. What was that big pink thing in her hand? What was she doing with it? Yuck, I don't even wanna know.

"Chardonnay gave me it before we left Newark," explained Dean, as he ripped it into tiny pieces. "I was gonna throw it out. You weren't supposed it see anything."

I rubbed my eyes furiously, before launching a pillow at my brother.

"Well, I did see, and thanks to you, I'm gonna need therapy," I remarked. "And anyway, what kinda name is Chardonnay? Was her mother drunk on it when she got knocked up?!"

Dean threw the pillow back in my direction, smacking me in the face. He then explained why it was there. To be honest, I was trying to blank the whole thing out, so I wasn't really listening to my brother's explanation. My guess he was just horny again. Dad says Dean's like a typical red blooded male, or as Sam has said before, a randy Tom cat.

I sat back down on my bed, and crossed my legs, whilst hugging onto the pillow that had been used as a missile.

"Whatever, be all gross and horny, I'll just tell Dad on you" I said. My smirk returned, as it stretched across my lips. "Unless…."

Dean frowned.

"Unless what?" he asked.

I pulled the pillow down, revealing my cheeky grin. I tilted my head to the side.

"Do you wanna build a snowman?" I smiled, like butter wouldn't melt.

Dean rolled his eyes, and scoffed.

"Really? That's you're plan? I build a dumb old snowman with you, to stop you telling Dad about the dirty photo," began Dean. "And then you just tell him anyway?"

"Oh, I won't tell Dad," I replied. "Please, Dean. Build a snowman with me, and I won't tell."

Dean's frown remained. He then grunted and grumbled as he then began to pull on his boots and jacket. I let out a triumphant cheer, and waved my arms.

Snowman building is kinda easy, if you make sure the bottom half is heavier than the top half. If it's the opposite, then it's gonna collapse, or look like Arnold Schwarzenegger.

"I'm freezing my ass off out here," grumbled Dean, his nose turning red. "Why are we doing this again?"

I patted down the snowman's chest with a handful of snow, making sure there was no gaps.

"For my silence" I answered, continuing with the construction.

After an hour of building, resulting in purple fingers, the snowman was complete. Dean sniffed.

"What are you gonna call this one then?" he queried.

I admired my creation, as I folded my arms.

"Stan" I said, proudly. "And for helping me, I won't tell Dad."

Dean then put an arm around my shoulder, guiding me back into our motel room.

"Thank God for that. C'mon, let's get you ready for bed, Dad will be back very soon" said Dean. "Go get a warm shower, and into your pyjamas."

By the time I was in bed, and comfortable, Dad had returned. As I was drifting off to sleep, Dad sat down at my bedside. He looked exhausted.

"Hey, you been a good girl for your brother?" asked Dad.

I nodded.

"How did the salt and burn go?" I queried.

Dad rubbed the back of his neck, and let out a slight groan of pain.

"That was one stubborn ass spirit," he replied. "Threw me into a gravestone, but I got him. No more haunting the local hardware store for him anyway. Damn poltergeists."

He then noted the Latin scriptures that I had been studying all evening.

"I'll test you're Latin in the morning, and I'll help you brush up on it if needed," he said gently with a soft smile. "You've been improving a lot lately, honey. I told you that you had the instincts for hunting. You just need to believe in your abilities. It's a long road, but you'll get there in the end. Trust me."

I smiled at him, my eyes getting very heavy. Dad stroked my hair, and planted a gentle kiss on my forehead.

"G'night, sweetheart" he said.

I curled up underneath the bed sheets.

"G'night, Dad," I said.

Suddenly, I sat up and pointed in Dean's direction.

"Dean had a nude photograph!" I stated loudly.

A:N Sorry about the delay guys, been suffering from writer's block again. But don't worry, I've got several ideas lined up and ready to type up. Any ideas and requests then PM me.

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