As It Was - Dean Winchester

Part 36

"Oh my god," I mumbled, walking into the boy's motel room. It was a mess. Empty take-out containers littered the place, along with dirty clothes and other things I didn't even want to know. Sam had seemed to find the only spot looking kind of clean, but even the coffee table he sat by had empty plastic bags and old soda containers littering it, probably left from lunch a day or two ago. Dean hadn't even bothered to eat by a table and was lying on one of the beds and stuffing his face with, what looked like, fires covered in bacon, not caring to use a fork. "Pigs," I continued to mumble. "I live with pigs." Dean licked his fingers, and Sam took a break from his reading, glancing up at me and following my gaze to his brother.

"Dude. You mind not eating those on MY bed?" the younger of the two complained.

"No, I don't mind." Dean shoved more fries into his mouth, looking up and acknowledging my presence. "How's research going?" Dean once again licked his fingers and flipped the page in the magazine he was reading.

I walked in with a sigh, not even wanting to answer, and closed the door behind me.

"You know how it's going?" Sam shot Dean an annoyed look, slamming his book shut. "Slow. You know how it would go a heck of a lot faster? If I had my computer."

Dean nodded his head and smiled sarcastically. "Hmm."

"You're both on my last nerves," I warned them, focusing on Dean. "I want mine back as well." Dean just rolled his eyes and continued to stuff his face. I clenched my jaw tight, trying to hold back the line of profanity that I wanted to follow. "Now, Dean, or you can go buy me a new one."

"I didn't take your stupid computers."

My lungs filled with a deep breath, and had I bothered to go to a dentist, they would have told me that my teeth had ground down to nothing, which would have been caused at that exact moment.

"I was the one who paid for it to begin with. Why would I hide it?" Dean reasoned.

"I don't know! But it's not a coincidence that both mine and Sam's computers are gone. I won't be mad if you broke it. Just tell me and pay up." I glared at Dean. "And you only paid for it 'cause you broke my first one."

Dean decided to ignore me, which enraged me to new limits. Sam huffed beside me, and I glared at him, letting him know he wasn't in the clear either. I slammed down the folder I had brought next to him and returned to where I had been sitting not an hour earlier, assembling my guns and sharpening my knives. When I left, the table had been clean except for my weapons and all their parts. It was now littered with candy wrappers and empty styrofoam containers from whatever burger joint the brothers had ordered from.

"Can you turn that down, please?" Sam called to his brother, referring to the music playing on the radio next to Dean.

"Yeah, absolutely," the twenty-seven-year-old hunter replied, only to turn the volume up. I removed the garbage from the table, from my weapons, and put it on the small counter in the kitchenette, deciding I would not be the one to clean up this mess.

"You know what? Maybe, uh, maybe you should just go somewhere for a while," Sam snapped to his brother over the music.

"Not until he cleans up," I mumbled to myself, knowing neither of the brothers would listen at the moment. Instead, I slumped back into one of the chairs and resumed putting the guns together.

The radio turned off after Sam's outburst. "Hey, I'd love to," Dean began, snapping right back. "That's a great idea. Unfortunately, my car's all screwed to hell."

I could feel him glare a hole through my head and I was dead set on ignoring him.

Reassembling all my guns didn't take long, but it was annoying that I had to. Someone (Sam) had decided it would be a fun prank to take them apart to the last springs and leave them in a heap on the floor.