It has been a week now since I agreed to Join the Winchesters in this war and so far I had seen little action of any kind, I'm confused, I thought Dean was the type to put out, not that I wanted him of course, I had my eyes set on Sammy, I get such a bigger thrill from the innocent looking ones. However I must say I'm a little crushed and bored as hell, I need something or someone to do. Scowling I scrunch up my nose as I scan the top shelf of the fridge, its only contents seemed to be beer and Deans left overs from last night, Taking the half eaten double sized burger I take a whiff "that's disgusting".. I throw it to the side and grip a beer instead before closing the fridge. " What the hell are you doing" I turn to the bitter voice echoing from behind me, my eyes widening as I study his usual pissy features and then the beer in my hand. " Having breakfast, what does it look like" my lips knit into a smirk and I raise my bottle " Cheers" Flipping the cap I raise the bottle to my lips, taking a swig I watch the elder Winchester rise to his feet, throwing what I can only assume is one of his porn mags down onto the coffee table he approaches me. " I'm talking about my Shirt" lowering my head I tug at the top I am wearing, the only thing I am wearing. "Take it off" Dean narrows his eyes, he reaches out to grab it and I take a step backwards, raising my hand to hault him, I slap his away. "I have no clean clothes Dean and I refuse to smell as bad as you do, this was your only clean shirt" Pouting my lips I press the beer bottle to them again, this time taking a bigger gulp, before grinning. "Learn to share big boy".

Fifteen minutes later Sam descends the stairs, his eyes red and puffy, he stops at the arch way, a sigh escaping his lips as he was witnessing yet another fight between Dean and I ,

"Stop being a jackass"

- " That's cheap coming from you Bitch"

"Again with the bitch, Call me that one more time and I swear to god"

- "You seem to be praying to the wrong person sister"

"Dean I'm warning you"

I growl, my teeth grinding together, I can feel the glass bottle crack in my right hand, my temper rising every time that bastard opens his mouth.

- " Dean I'm warning you" he mimics me as he reassembles his gun.

"Ok that's it"

Lunging forward I get half way across the room before I feel strong arms around me, my feet no longer touching the floor.

"Let me go Sammy"

- "Yeah let her go Sam"

Dean Smirks as he cocks his gun and points it in my direction.

"I'm going to rip your head from your neck, you little..." a large hand covers my mouth, my words muffled as I squirm for freedom. Sam huffs out as he holds me tightly, using great effort to keep me in his arms.

"What's it about this time?" - Sammy sighs.

- "Skank is wearing my clothes Sam"

*mmmmffffffffmmmm*

Damn, he can't understand a word I'm saying with his hand around my mouth, relaxing i fall silent for a moment and soon enough Sam realizes its safe to release me.

*Your brothers being a bigger dick than usual*

Sam scowls towards Dean instantly as he lowers me down onto the floor, I love how Sammy is all too ready to back me, no questions asked, he knows just what Dean can be like. Finger combing my hair I slump down into the single arm chair besides Sam, my eyes glued to Dean as I give him a deadly glare, he mirrors the look, like that's going to intimidate me.

"Dean she has no clothes, you've had her on lock down for a week"

Rubbing my hands over Deans shirt I grin and raise a brow as Sammy talks at his brother.

... Sasquatch actually has a set.