Nice one, little one - Winchester Brothers
Status: Not Requested
Word Count: 655
Warnings: Mentions Of Death, Swearing
Music Suggestion: Gloria - Them
Turning over the page to your book and sighing as the main character did another unrealistic thing, you had the feeling that someone was walking towards you.
Closing your book and looking up, you saw that your senses had been correct. There stood the worst excuse for a human you had seen in your life (besides Metatron of course). You couldn’t be bothered to even learn his name because of how frustrating he was.
‘Well well well, if it isn’t little miss nerd.’ Was that seriously the best he could come up with?
Sighing and rolling your eyes, you stood up being sure to bump him on the shoulder. ‘I’d rather not lose any brain cells. You know, since you’ve lost yours, it’s starting to effect those around you.’ You told him as you looked over your shoulder walking away from him, giving him a sarcastic smile.
‘At least I have parents.’ He whispered underneath his breath.
You stopped short, making sure you had heard him correctly. ‘What did you just say?’ You bitterly said, turning to face him.
‘You heard me.’ He sneered, crossing his arms in triumph.
You were about to launch at him when you heard the rumble of the impala across the school car park.
Steading your breaths and bringing down the level of anger in your chest you swiftly turned away from the walking piece of shit and headed straight towards baby.
Opening the door to where Sam usually sits, you flung your self in and slammed the door behind you, throwing your bag into the back seat.
‘Hey! Be nice to baby.’ Dean complained, rubbing the dashboard of the car.
‘Just drive Dean.’ You ordered, not wanting to get angry again.
‘Sheesh, whats gotten you in a twist. Is that how the phrase goes? No, that doesn’t sound right.’ Dean muttered.
Closing your eyes and breathing out you looked at Dean who was questioning the phrase he had just said.
‘If we don’t leave the car park right now, I think I might kill someone.’ You explained to him, noticing that the asshole was still pacing round the gates of the school.
Dean scanned around him, eyes squinting at the boy guilty of making you mad.
‘Did he do something to piss you off?’ Dean asked you, getting angry at the idea of someone annoying his little sister.
‘Yes.’ You replied to him, rubbing your temple to calm yourself down.
‘What did he do?’ Dean practically shouted, not being able to control his temper.
‘He mentioned mum and dad being dead.’ You spat out quickly, not wanting to upset Dean.
Without responding, Dean headed straight towards the door handle of the impala, muttering threats on how he was going to kill the little shit.
Grabbing Deans arm you looked up at him. ‘If I wanted him bloody and bruised, I would have done it myself.’ You growled at him.
‘Then why haven’t you?’ Dean interrogated you, his eyebrows knotting into frustration and confusion.
You rolled your eyes. ‘Have you forgotten what Sam said? He doesn’t want me getting in trouble.’
‘Screw Sam, he isn’t here. Beat that kids ass.’ Dean said while making a face of ‘duh, who cares what Sam says’.
You smiled cheekily in return, swinging the car door open and heading towards the poor excuse for a human.
‘Back for more? Well I -’ You interrupted him mid sentence by placing your fist to his right cheek, sending him to the floor with a busted lip.
‘Don’t EVER speak to me about my family again. Don’t speak to me, period.’ You spat at him as he lay shaking on the floor in fear looking up at you.
As you walked back towards Dean, he gave you a thumbs up and smile of approval through the window. You smiled proudly back.
‘Nice one, little one.’ Dean praised you as you entered baby.
Damn, it felt good to be a hunter sometimes.
