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When Dean said that everyone in the room started to come very close to Dean one of them said to the others.

"Get him."

All at once they charged right for Dean. Dean took out his gun that he carried with him at all times and pointed it to them and then said.

"Come near me I will shoot you down one by one."

So one of them backed off and then snapped her fingers which was a signal the others to stop with what they were doing.

She walked over to him and said to him "What makes you think that you can shoot us one by one? There Dean." Dean was surprised that she knew his name because he didn't tell anyone his name.

He then asked "How do you know my name when I didn't even say it?

The girl just smiled at him I have ways and

Chapter Two

Over at the other house, Sam was panting. Dean was right. He should just leave the house. Leave the game. Jump out the window. Simple enough. Right? Right?

Up to a couple of seconds ago, Sam had spilled a cup of orange juice on one of his roommate's lap. Now, he had a feeling that he was going to be beaten up pretty badly. Who wouldn't just by hearing the sound of grumbling, growling, and popping knuckles?

"Please, don't hurt me." Sam pleaded with some of his might.

"The only way you can stop them is to defend yourself." The only guy that wasn't prepared to fight was sitting on top of a table, meditating. "You must use your powers."

A sudden, unexpected burp erupted from Sam's opened mouth, but got cut off shortly when someone threw the first punch at him.

"Oof," he stumbled back a few steps, and bumped into a ornament-filled Christmas tree that came out of nowhere. "What the hell?"

Sam threw a punch back at the man with his shaking fist. Then, came a lot of other action. Kicking. Flying. Pushing. Punching. Yeah, yeah. You get the freaking idea.

It was all the same back in Dean's house. But with more talking.

As one of the girls, Lena, grabbed two of his sweaty, muscular arms tightly together, she swung Dean around and watched as he landed on a plate of milk and cookies. With a groan and a little step forward, Dean found himself some balance once again.

The thought of being attacked by a girl couldn't register in his mind, but Dean let things fly past. You know, it wasn't that easy to change time.

Pointing to Lena, the one that swung him around, he smirked. "I swear. In a matter of seconds, I'm gonna kick your freakin' ass." Dean looked around for the other guy that gave him his first punch which only took a couple of seconds. "And yours, too. All at the same time. And no one's going to stop me. Not today. Got that?"

Just then, Lena pulled him up by the arms again. "If you don't shut up, I'm gonna swing you around again ten times faster than before. And..." she pointed to the window. "You're going to go through that thing right there."

"If you don't shut up, I'm gonna haunt you down."

"Go ahead. Try. Am sure you'll do a pretty good job."

Ooh, you've been told, Dean. You've been told.

"You know what?" He asked, sighing. "Why did we have to start fighting in the first place?"

"'Cause we like cookies." One girl randomly said.

Stares were her only reply.

Seems like Dean wasn't getting his answers just like he wanted to. Sad. Sad. Sad.... Sad.

Oops. I'm so so so sorry. But I'm only writing this fan fiction alone.

My bad. I thought we were going to do a horror fiction together instead of a humor. I think things got mixed up. Not sure.

But I like how you wrote that. It was funny. Haha. How they all backed up when Dean threatened them. Oh my gosh.

Gee, I hope that didn't come out rude. *feels super super super guilty*

o_o

very funny... you should totally write more... i like the whole random cookies thing!! very random!!

Thank you so much, Mandi. I'm glad you liked it. *huggles*

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I like it shelly.
It's really good.

Thanks Steph! Hope I can call you that, by the way.

Oh yeah people call me that or Stevie

Okay. Will write more tomorrow morning if I can.

Chapter Four

Inside the closet, you can hear that Dean was mumbling a couple swear words. But other than that, it was completely quiet as people did sighs of relief.

A couple hours later, the man with the beard opened the door for Dean to come back out from.

"Let's make a deal," he said, pulling him by the front of his shirt.

Dean winced as a foul-smelling breath ran through his nostrils. "And what is that?" He asked through clenched teeth, trying to get as far away from his mouth as possible. "Can you hurry up, please? I don't wanna be pulled up here too long, 'ya know? It's kind of making me dizzy here with all the foul-smelling breath type stuff."

"If you leave us alone, then there's going to be no more trouble around the house. We'll all get along pretty fine. Do you hear that?"

"Whatever," Dean said as he finally escaped.

"Good. 'Cause if you don't, then this girl here is doing all of the whacking." The bearded man motioned towards another girl that seemed to be about Dean's age.

He smirked.

"And no, I don't mean that kind of whacking, young boy."

that's so totally funny.. sounds like a big brother episode

Haha, thanks Jamie.

Hope you are makin more chapters... i would really like to know wat happends. well ttyl.