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I woke up in searing pain. Not today, Aunt Flo. Not today! I ran to the bathroom that attached to my room and saw the bloodied rags. Those were my favorite….. Shrugging, I slipped off the destroyed rags and threw them in the tub. After pulling on a clean pair with a pad, I began washing the other pair and my shorts in the tub. I continued to scrub to no avail. I filled my sink with cold water and set them in it to soak. While I waited, I ran down to the kitchen to grab me some breakfast. I said my 'good morning' to Sam as I finished my meal. Afterwards, I headed back up and went back to cleaning the garments. As I scrubbed them again, I heard Dean walk in.
"Hey, Lexi? Are you packed for- Oh God." Thud.
I turned around to see Dean passed out on the floor. That's odd… "Uh, Sam! Need some help in here!"
Sam came running up the stairs. "What happened?"
"Well, he saw me cleaning up Aunt Flo and kinda passed out."
He smirked. "Ironic, right?" I nodded in agreement. "Help me get him to his room."
"I actually have a better idea."
"What?"
I knelt down next to Dean's ear. "Sure, Sam. I'd love some of Dean's pie."
Dean's eyes shot open. "Oh, no you don't!"
"And he's back." Sam smiled.
"Works every time," I replied.
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