You were the younger sister of Sam and Dean Winchester, and there was never a normal day with the two. You hunted monsters, had an angel as a best friend, the king of Hell was considered a helper at times to the three of you.
The three of you travelled to Sacramento, California chasing a pissed off ghost that had killed multiple people in a factory. While searching the factory, you heard something being sprayed into the air and then snickers coming from your brothers, making you growl and turn around quickly, seeing the two dancing with weed killer bottles.
You sighed before shaking your head. “We’re on a hunt, you idiots.”
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