𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒, supernatural ¹ [ REWRITING ]

⠀ i | pilot

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[ chapter one, pilot ]
( episode one ; pilot )

⠀  "YOU GOTTA FIND NEW TUNES, DUDE," Feet up on the dash and wind flowing through her hair, a now twenty-two year old Maxine Winchester turned her head to look at her big brother. Dean was only four years her senior, but the twenty-six year old had to grow up into a father figure for both of his siblings. One of which wasn't in the car on this fine October 31st 2005 afternoon.

Glancing briefly over at his younger sister, Dean raised a brow. This wasn't the first time one of his siblings had commented on his music, "What are you talking about? You love my music,"

"Yeah, at first," she chuckled, "Not after two days when we've listened to the same four albums seven thousand times,"

"Seven thousand is an exaggeration,"

"Really? Cause it feels like more than that," she groaned dramatically

"Well, suck it up, princess," Max narrowed her eyes at that. Having grown up with all guys, Dean knew how irritating it was calling her nicknames like that, "And get your feet of the dash," he reached over, smacking her foot and earning another eye roll from his sister

"God, are we there yet?"

"Don't tell me you're just starting to get tired of me now, Maxine? You've seen this face everyday for years,"

"Don't call me Maxine," Dean smirked at the sudden change in tone, but Max couldn't keep a straight face for long. Smile creeping up on her, Max looked out the window, holding back a giggle, "Fuck you, I can't wait till Sam kicks your ass,"

Chuckling, Dean let his eyes rest back on the road. Engine hum and classic rock filled the silence once more as Max and Dean continued on down the wooded two-lane road.

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⠀  "SAM! GET A MOVE ON, WOULD YA?" Jessica Moore, blonde and beautiful and wearing a sexy nurse costume poked her head around the corner, soft, loving smile on her face as she adjusted her hat, "We were supposed to be there like fifteen minutes ago." Jess walked off. "Sam! You coming or what?" Sam poked his head around the corner. He was wearing jeans and three shirts, and unless his costume of choice was generic white boy he was well underdressed for a halloween party

"Do I have to?" he whined, though still smiling

"Yes!" insisted with a grin, "It'll be fun," Sam walked further into the room towards his girlfriend, who looked up up and down with a raised brow, "And where's your costume?" Sam chuckled nervously, ducking his head as he buried his hands in his pockets

"You know how I feel about Halloween," sighing knowingly, Jess simply nodded before planting a gentle kiss to her boyfriend's lips.

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