Snowdays= More Chapters! :) Thank you for all the reviews! Sorry it took so long for another chapter. I usually write the chapters out in school when I'm bored (don't tell my mum lol) and my trouble is trying to find time to type them out. So my New Year's resolution is to update at least once everyother week. I know it doesn't Sound like a lot, but it's a start. Well, enough of my blabbering, Enjoy! ~kt

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Winchester

As soon as the door closed she knew there was going to be war. She was going to tear Dean a new asshole. No one touches her without consequences! Dean was seething too. After Sam had started the apocalypse he had been really, how to say, sensitive, when people disobeyed his orders now.

"What the hell was that?" Luna and Dean yelled at one another. The two started screaming at each other. Sam just sat on a bed rubbing his temples. He figured that if they weren't done screaming in ten seconds he would intervene. He could understand Dean's side of the argument. Luna was a new hunter and with heaven and hell after her, it wasn't safe. He couldn't exactly see the reason why Luna was upset but he figured it had to do with Dean grabbing her elbow. Well, time's up, he thought.

"Hey," he said. They ignored him. "Hey!" He yelled louder. They stopped screaming and looked at him.

"What?" Luna snarled. She reminded him of a lioness about to make the kill. She was riled up and ready to start swinging.

"Would you both just chill out?" Sam said desperately. He was not in the mood for Dean's attitude, nor Luna's as he found out.

"How do you expect-," Luna argued but Sam cut her off.

"Just stop. We are all adults, not a couple of teenagers, and we are going to resolve this without yelling and screaming."

"How about punches?" mumbled Luna. Sam chose to ignore the snide remark made by the newest hunter. He sighed realizing that this was going to be harder than he thought.

"Okay, Dean, you first. Don't yell," Sam instructed. Dean looked at Sam like he had three heads. Sam and his girly ways, Dean thought to himself. He grumbled a few choice words to himself, but followed Sam's instructions all the same.

"Luna, the basic part of hunting is trusting and listening to your team," Dean stated calmly. Sam could have sworn he was saying that because of him and turned away. "Something could have happened at you, and even if nothing happened, if we came back to the motel room and found it empty we would expect the worse."

Sam could see Luna calming down and relaxing a little. She still held her stance with her arms across her chest with one leg bet making the opposite hip pop. Her hair was frizzled and her blouse was messed up from being all riled up. He noticed that her facial features were those of a poker player, and it didn't take a genius to figure out that she had years of practice in. No one had that good of a poker place with just becoming a hunter. You had to have been in the business for at least a few years before you were that good. Sam was starting to doubt that she was a new hunter. She still was pretty cute in Sam's eyes. She seemed bi-polar though.

"I, uh. I never thought of it that way," Luna said lightly. Maybe Dean wasn't as bad as she thought he was. Maybe he just had bad mood swings like she did. Sam's heart fell when he heard Luna spoke. She was gonna fall for Dean! Damn it! Dean always got the girls.

"Plus, we haven't taught you how to fight, or shoot a gun. Girls aren't really good at doing that," Dean had to add in. Luna lunged at him, fists flying. Sam jumped up off the bed. Well, at least Luna wasn't falling for Dean. Sam was able to pry Luna off Dean, although with some difficulty. He held her back as she thrashed about and Dean stood up. He put his hand to his lip, which was split and bleeding.

"Son of a bitch! What was that for?" Dean yelled.

"Hey, you have nothing to complain about. I'm not good at fighting. Do you want me to take a shot at shooting?" Luna retorted. Sam couldn't help but to think it was a pretty awesome comeback. She stopped thrashing but Sam still held her tight. He couldn't help but notice that she smelled good. She smelled like leaves and earth, but in a good way. In the way it smells right after it rains.

"How come you're not freaking out about Sam holding you back, like you were when I did it?" Dean questioned. Did they know each other before they met at Bobby's? they seemed a little friendly with each other and if Luna had bad dreams and visions, who knows if they met with all the stuff that went of with yellow-eyes. What if Luna was actually a demon? Maybe the Sol had already been killed and Luna was possessed. Dean walked slowly to his duffel bag.

Luna froze. In all the commotion, it hadn't dawned on her that Sam had been holding her back. It was weird though, the usual super-sensitive prickling sensation she felt when others touched her wasn't there. Sam's touch was warm, but soft and cool at the same time. She hadn't fully realized how tall and strong Sam was. He had to be at least a foot taller than her and trying to wriggle out of his grasp was like trying to wriggle out of stainless steel. She realized that both brothers were expecting an answer.

"I, well, I…didn't really notice because I was so intent on killing you," Luna said.

Dean unscrewed his flask of holy water and pretended to take a sip, but instead threw its contents onto Luna.

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