Back again! SCHOOL STOPS ME FROM DOING WHAT I WANT AND I'M SO SORRY! ... forgive me...

The brothers merely stared, shocked. They glanced quizzically at each other then turned to face you. "Well, I don't see why the hell not," said Dean with a shrug, "But you had better be good."

-Time Skip- (Only a few days TBH)

You were hanging out at Bobby's for the weekend. Bobby himself wasn't home the entire time, but that didn't seem to bother you or your brothers. You had a cold beer in your hand and you were currently poring over the book of lore to find something pertinent. You were presently alone. The boys were out and interrogating. It bothered you they didn't let you come. You let out a low growl and sighed. Why should you do research when they weren't even there?

You shut the book with a thump and practically fell onto the couch. You closed your eyes before, all too soon, you were being rattled awake by a squirrel. "Wake up sleepy head," said the younger brother insistently. "Five more minutes," you mumbled, too tired to care about what was going on.

You sat up slowly, stretched out, then, with a yawn, asked, "What did ya have to wake me up for?"

"So get this," Sam started, "The place reeked of sulfur and witnesses said they swore a person with black eyes walked out," Sam smiled grimly, "I think it's pretty clear what were up against. This town is probably chock-full of demons."

At that word your heartbeat quickened. You couldn't go on this case. You couldn't.

"What can we do about it?" Dean asked, turning to Moose. "We can't exactly track them down."

"Ha! You're right... Maybe we could just run around yelling Christo." Sam joked. Dean laughed obnoxiously loud.

You flinched. You tried and succeeded in hiding it from your brothers. "Yeah," said Dean through periodical, unsexy snorts, "We could just go, 'CHRISTO, CHRISTO, CHRISTO!' everywhere." You flinched unintentionally three more times. Dean quickly got quiet. He noticed. He leaned close to your face. He wasn't smiling. "[Y/N]?" he asked, "What. The. Hell. What in the name of Hell was that?" His voice was tense.

Your eyes grew wide with fear. Sam suddenly understood. "Should I call him?" he asked. Dean nodded, not taking his eyes off of you. "Wh- who's he calling?" you asked. "Oh," Squirrel said, "You'll see."

WHO DO YOU THINK IT IS?! This is such a short chapter, gosh..