"I hate her," Sam said as he curled up on his bed after tea, his English Literature homework open in his lap while Michelle sprawled out on the floor with her text in front of her.

"Of course you do," Michelle said around the pen that was dangling from the corner of her lip, her gaze never leaving the text that she was reading. "I mean, she's like your double but you hate her."

"What the hell are you talking about?" Sam snapped throwing his pillow at her to get her attention. He knew that their homework was important but he also valued Michelle's opinion. If he did not, she would not know about his family's business nor would she know about his complete adoration for Dean.

Closing her text book, Michelle moved to sit across from Sam in his bed and cocked her head to the side. Had Sam really not seen it or was he so blinded by his hatred for the girl that he had not? "Sam, she's the female version of you. She has long floppy brown hair that beautifully shapes her face as well as tumbles annoyingly into stunning brown eyes. Sam, the girl has a flat chest! Dean does nothing but talk about tits and yet he's dating a chick without any? You're saying that's not a little suspicious?"

"Maybe Dean's not as superficial as we thought he was..." Sam tried to approach but he knew it was as dumb even as it came out of his mouth. Could Michelle really be right? Could Sanna be the female version of him? But if she was, did that mean Dean felt the same way about him? "I think you're looking too deeply into this."

"No, I think you're just too afraid to grab the bull by the horns and ask Dean how he feels, Sammy."

"Don't call me that," he responded on reaction and immediately shook his head. She was trying to get a rise out of him. Everyone knew that only Dean got away with calling Sam 'Sammy' and even that was begrudgingly. Sam would be seventy and still correcting Dean but his older brother would never listen. "She's annoying."

"No. She's perfect." Michelle responded. "She made apple pie for dinner. Dean's favourite. Sam, she's Dean's vision of the perfect girl."

"She's too perfect," Sam pointed out causing Michelle to point her finger at him, a sign that Sam had hit the nail on the head with that comment. "Hell, if Dad was here he would have us going on about how it was some sort of Supernatural being. Nothing can be that perfect. She has to have flaws, Miche. Right?"

"Who knows, Sam. Maybe she is just perfect or maybe she's actually a mess but really likes Dean so she's trying so hard."

"Do you think he really loves her, Miche?"

"I think he thinks he does," Michelle said knowing that it was not what Sam wanted to hear, "but they've only been dating like a month or two and you're never in the same place for long, right? It would be stupid for Dean to fall in love."

"It happens though."

"Guys," their conversation came to a standstill as they turned to the door where Dean and Sanna were standing. Dean smiled. "Isn't that the cutest, San? They almost look cosied up." Dean teased before moving into the room and jumping onto the bed beside them. "Did we disturb something?"

"Well if it was me about to have my wicked way with your brother you've just ruined my chances by barging in," Michelle pointed out with a smile, her fingers lacing through Sam's as she flashed him a wide smile. Sam looked over at her funny but Michelle's gaze was on the almost evil glare Dean sent their hands. "I suppose we'd best just go back to our English Literature homework rather than making out. It was melting my brain cells anyway."

"Making. Out?" Dean said slowly, staring between the two of them. "I thought you two were just friends."

"Well seeing you be happy with Sanna has made Sam realise that he doesn't have to hide the love he feels for me anymore, Dean. I thought you liked me? Should you not be happy that we're happy together?" She challenged her smile almost angelic whereas she knew that her plan was evil. She would make Dean realise he loved Sam if it was the last thing she did.

"Happy? Oh of course I'm happy. It means Sammy hasn't been slaving away studying with you like he made us believe," Dean said clapping Sam on the back awkwardly, his gaze returning to Sanna. "Babe, it's getting late. I should be getting you back home. Miche, do you need a ride?" He asked not looking over at her.

"Yes please," she said with a smile. "I just need to say goodbye to Sam." Dean made no attempt to move so she cleared her throat. "Privately?"

"Oh yeah, of course." He fumbled quickly off the bed and took hold of Sanna's hand. "Let's leave the two love birds alone." Dean hastily pulled her out of the room, and Michelle just laughed as she heard Sanna whisper something about the two of them making an extremely cute couple.

"What the hell are you doing?" Sam hissed at his best friend as he pulled his hand free. "We're not dating."

"Yes I know that, Mr Pissy Knickers." She said watching as he wiped his hands on his jeans so she reached out and she punched his shoulder. "But Dean thinks we are and a little monster known as jealousy reared its ugly head. Sam, I think it's time we played dirty so you got your true love."

"It's never going to happen, Miche, and now I have to explain that you're lying."

"You tell Dean this was a facade and I'll destroy you," she promised with a point of her finger before smiling at him, her hands slapping his shoulders cheerfully. "Don't worry, Sam. This will work." She promised before pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth and then quickly leaving his room.

Sam sighed as he slumped down on his bed, his arm covering his eyes as he realised that this was his own personal hell. There had to be a Djinn involved because something was warping his reality at the minute and it was giving him a headache. Maybe if he slept it off this would all be a nightmare...


AUTHORS NOTE:

I have been MIA for so long but I'm hoping to be back now. I miss writing fanfiction so I apologise if this is a little rusty but I needed something light to ease me back into it and that was definitely this story! As always it's for my lovely friend ThePointGirl and everyone that has read, reviewed and alerted during my period of absence. You're the greatest.