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Sam and Dean don't let me out of the bunker, not even once, over the next couple weeks. They buy me books and stuff so I can be somewhat entertained, but I really want a computer. God, more than anything, I want a computer. I haven't been on Tumblr for almost two months-two months. I can guarantee you that you would have gone insane if you were in my position. Yes, I am talking to you, reader. If you have ever been on Tumblr for a period of more than five minutes at a time, then you are guaranteed to go insane without it for two months. Sorry, that's just how it is.
So, one day, I decide that I am fed up with reading the same fifty books over and over again, and watching the same boring shows (although, I really do like The Big Bang Theory). I go up to Dean and ask, "Can I please get a computer?"
He's a little bit baffled (yes, I think that's the right word) by my request, but he seems to think it's reasonable. "Sure, kid. And you will always have wifi, because Sam seems to always have it for unknown reasons," he says with a smile. I have realized that Sam always seems to have wifi connection, and it's a little odd.
I decide to expand on that, because it is an interesting topic. Also, there is something that I really want to say about that. "I'm honestly considering begging him to show me his mystical ways. If I was able to get wifi wherever I go, I'd be a blogging queen," I say, making Dean laugh. That is sort of my goal, so that makes me happy.
"I've just got a couple things that you need to do if you are going to blog," Dean says, which I really should have been expecting. Basically, the things I think he's going to ask of me is basically-just use common sense. "Don't give away where you are, obviously. Don't tell anyone who you are, because you're supposed to be dead or kidnapped, at least. Don't mention me or Sam. Basically, just don't say anything about yourself."
Those requests are extremely reasonable, considering the situation. So, I don't complain. "Yeah, no problem. But you'll actually get me a computer?" I ask, really excited.
"Yeah, sure. I don't see why not," Dean says, smiling. The fact that it's making me so excited makes Dean happy, which is really heart warming for me. Basically, make me happy, everyone is happy. People should make me happy more often.
"What's everyone so happy about?" Sam asks, coming into the room.
"I told her I'd get her a computer," Dean explains with a smile on his face.
"How are we going to pay for that?" Sam asks. Well, nice way to ruin my fun, Sam.
Of course, though, Dean has an answer. "How do we pay for everything around here? Credit card fraud," he says, as if it's the most obvious thing in the world.
Sam doesn't seem very happy with the answer, which I really don't get. Is he just trying to ruin my life, or something? So, I decide to try to cheer him up by making a grand fool out of myself. I don't even care that this has a one hundred percent chance of making myself look stupid, and only a 20% chance of making a difference.
Before I really knew what I was doing, I was on my knees like a fool, yelling out, "Please show me your majestical moose ways! I must know the ways of the wifi warrior moose!" I'm literally begging on my knees at this point, shaking my hands, which were together in a double fist. Dean is laughing his head off, and Sam just looks really shocked and weirded out.
Sam starts walking away, but I grab onto his leg and beg, at the top of my lungs, "NOOOO I MUST KNOW YOUR SECRETS!" He actually drags me a good fifteen feet across the floor. Dean is laughing his head off, still.
"This is funny to you?" Sam asks his brother, turning around to face Dean. I know that I've only pissed him off, but I still don't care. I continue to scream at the top of my lungs about Sam teaching me the ways of the wifi warrior. I honestly don't remember what I say, only that I am begging him.
Dean snorts. "No. This is hilarious," he says. Sam pulls what I would like to call the bitch face, and he does make a pretty good one, at that. "Lighten up a little, Sammy. She's just trying to make you laugh," Dean says.
"Why?" Sam asks. It's a little hard for me to see what's going, as I am currently clinging on to the Moose's leg, and because he's really tall, like his older brother.
"You've been a dick to me and I figured it was worth a shot," I say. Sam looks down at me, almost as if he's forgotten that I'm there. "Hello!" I say brightly.
Sam turns to his brother again. "This is why we should have left her in that house," he says venomously.
Dean's eyes widen, almost as if he can't believe what his brother just said. His jaw becomes clenched and I can see a vein popping out on his right arm. "WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU MAN?!" he fumes.
I barely believe what Sam said, so I let go of his leg and stand up and look him in the eye. My heart is beating fast, and my mouth hangs wide open. Sam just basically gives me a 'fuck you' face and says nothing. "Are you actually kidding me?" I ask, trying to keep my calm but my heart is beating faster than what should be humanly possible, and I am sweating with rage. Yes, sweating. That's how angry I get-I sweat.
Sam still doesn't respond. "Skylar, why don't you go to your room so I can have a talk with my little brother?" Dean asks, teeth clenched, forcing calm into his voice. I don't protest because I know a ticking bomb when I see one. Even the slightest thing would set him off, and I don't want to be the one to do that.
So, I head back to my room. I realize when I'm halfway there that I don't actually have to go into my room. I only have to appear as though I am. Personally, I want to hear what Sam has to say for himself. He owes me a lot. So, I hide where I can't be seen, but from where I can hear.
At first, I can't really hear anything. It turns out that Dean and Sam are having a bitch face contest, which I don't really see. "Sam, what's the matter with you?" Dean asks, trying to keep himself calm.
"I don't see what the big deal is, honestly," Sam says, his voice flat and emotionless.
Dean and I seem to be on the same page at the moment. We're both aching to punch Sam, by the sound of Dean's next sentence. "You don't see what the big deal is?" he asks, half yelling. "Dammit Sammy! She's freaking twelve years old, and you just told her that you wished a demon killed her just because she was trying to make you laugh? What the hell is wrong with you?" Dean asks, yelling.
Sam doesn't say anything, which just makes everything worse. "What, are you still upset about the fact that you think she's going to die just because that happens with everyone we know?" Dean asks, slightly more sympathetic.
"That's not it," Sam says.
"Then what the hell is it?" Dean asks, back to his hostile state.
Sam hesitates. After a long time, he finally answers. "All of your attention has been focused on her. You never even considered asking me how I felt about this. She's been living here for almost three months, and you never once considered to ask 'Sam how do you feel about an eleven year old who we just met living here?'" I am twelve, dumbass, thank you very much.
"She's twelve, for starters." Thank you, Dean, for pointing that out. "And she just lost her goddamned family. She needs someone right now, and I figured, hey, Sam is always rooting for the underdog, why don't we be there for her? I figured that you'd give her a chance, not tell her that you wished she would have died," Dean spits.
"I'll admit, that was a little harsh. I just wish that you'd focus some of your energy on something else besides Skylar. She's not the only one who needs you, Dean," Sam says. Wait, is he saying what I think he's saying? No, I must be imagining things.
But then Dean thinks the same thing I'm thinking, and says it aloud. "You're jealous of her, aren't you?" he asks, his voice smiling a little. Yes, voices can freaking smile.
"I'm not jealous," Sam protests.
"Yes, you are. Now it all makes sense," Dean says.
This is when I decide to come out of my hiding place. "It's okay, Moose. I forgive you," I say, a smile bright on my face.
"You heard all of that?" Sam asks, kind of upset being an understatement.
"Duh. It's not like I was going to actually go to my room. I was curious, so I eavesdropped," I say, shrugging. I don't see what the big deal is, but Sam gets really upset. "Take a chill pill, man. Now that you've accepted your jealousy, maybe you can try being a little nicer to me, maybe," I suggest.
Dean looks at Sam with a 'dude, she's right' look. Sam just shakes his head and goes to the weapons room. A few seconds later, I can hear gunshots. "So, I'll go into town and get you a computer, and everything will be alright. I'm sorry about that whole Sam thing, kid. You don't deserve that," Dean says.
"It's fine, now. I just wanted to know why, and now I know. Jealousy does make people do a lot of strange things, doesn't it?" I say.