- Dave's P.O.V. -

I locked my phone and put it on my turn tables. Even though I wouldn't show it, John had really scared my by not showing up today. People asked me questions concerning the derp and I had no way to answer them. Just when you think you know a person...

I fell back into my chair, munching on a few Doritos. I closed my eyes and took off my shades, they have been getting very uncomfortable for some reason recently and it's bugging the Hell outta me...

Speaking of Hell, I need to catch up on Supernatural...

I open up Netflix on my computer and open 'Supernatural'. Five minutes into the episode I hear Dirk banging on my door.

"Little bitch, you better not be watching Supernatural without me!" I accidentally closed the tab due to his yelling.

"Come on in and pull up a chair" I replied, pulling the collapsible chair out from the space between my desk and bed.

"Hey lil' bro, I'm surprised you're even letting me in. Usually you would tell me to fuck off, guess not." Dirk spoke, grabbing the chair from me and unfolding it next to mine, angling it so he could see the small computer screen.

"Yeah yeah, shut up and watch the episode." I replied, slightly ramming into him with my shoulder as I start up the episode again.

We're on Season 9 Episode 5, Dog Dean Days. It start off with a taxedermist guy getting crushed in half. Sam and Dean pick up on this and investigate it. They find a symbol at the crime scene in red paint saying 'DIE SCUM'. They find the animal rights group who got hit on the face by venom from a snake.

They call Kevin and get a brewed spell to 'mind-meld' with animals and Dean drinks it.

This is the part were I start laughing, and don't stop laughing for the rest of the episode.

Dirk keeps lightly punching my shoulder while I continue laughing my ass off. Once the episode was over, Dirk sighed and turned off the monitor. He stood up and put the extra chair back.

"That goddamn dog didn't speak fast enough." Dirk scowled. I laughed even harder.

"What do you want for dinner? We're not  having the usual" He looked at me in questioning and I had to think for a moment.

"Uh, Wendy's. We hadn't had that in a while." I respond

He smirks at me and pats my back.

"I'll be back in 20-25 minutes. Don't spend too long texting your boy toy, you do want to eat warm food, don't you?"

I almost retaliated, but nodded instead. I knew he was right. I would be talking to John til the sun rose if I could, but the boy needed his sleep.

Dirk closed the door and walked out of the apartment. I heard his car starting through the window a few minutes later.

To be honest, I could talk to John all day and night. I really wanted to do that now more than ever. Everything that's been happening, it must be causing him some deal of stress, right? Would he be handling it better with his best bro by his side?

I put my head in my hands and lean on my desk. My eyes felt sore, like I haven't slept in months, and my head was screaming at me aready. 'Go to him' 'He needs you'.

I silently stare at my phone for a few minutes before deciding not to bother John. He's probably hanging out with his cool sister that is basically Betty Crocker reincarnated.

Sighing, I grabbed my headphones from my turntables and plug them into my phone. I unlock my phone and scroll through the suggested videos. One interesting title captured my eyes.

I spent the next twenty-four minutes watching crack videos on YouTube when the door to the apartment opened.

I felt it, even though I couldn't see it, nor hear it. It was funny when you thought about it for a minute. My brother was so loud, I didn't have to hear the door opening to know he was home with Wendy's.

I quickly ripped off my headphones, unplugged them from my phone, put them on the desk, and but my phone in my back pocket before going strait to the door.

I walked into the living room to see Bro and Dirk in the beginnings of a strife. A small argument, leading up to yelling, leading to fighting, leading to to the roof.

I was kind of sick of this shit. Strifing and getting hurt. It.... hurt. I almost smacked my face.

"Yo, both of you, chill. There's a no strifing rule during dinner hour." I told them, as calmly as I could with Bro slowly reaching for his sword.

"When did that rule come up?" Dirk asked, looking over Bro to stare at me with a confused face.

"It's a rule I just made up just now because I wanna enjoy my nuggs in peace for once." I leaned backwards onto the counter. I reached into the bag and grabbed a nugget from it's container.

"Dave."

"Yeah Bro?"

"Shuddup and eat your nuggets."

"K."

The bag was empty in ten minutes, and so was the fight in the living room.

They had both gone up to the roof, apparently.

Their strife could be heard from my room as I tried to block out the noises of Bro and Dirk getting hurt by eatchother.

I hate this life...

I hate my life.