A/N: Hey everyone! I know I shouldn't be starting another story but I was feeling down so wrote something to cheer myself up! Please enjoy, and if you like it please leave a review!

Have a lovely Day!

Dixie xx

The two current occupants at the Men Of Letters bunker are sat in the kitchen conversing about their latest hunt. The younger of the two listening with intense curiosity, running a hand through long hair as the other talks. The pleasant scene is soon interrupted with the sound of a door shutting and the sound of familiar boots echoing down the metal stairs. Getting up to meet the new comers a grin lights up on Mary Winchesters face. With Jody round for a visit she knew her boys would come home early. The light fades from the matriarch's eyes at the thought of the way the Winchester boys look at the Sheriff, but the expression is soon disguised by a sudden confusion as she hears her eldest son talk.

"Well you must have touched something Sam, 'Cause I sure as hell didn't". Although the slightly higher pitch of Dean Winchesters usually gravelly voice disconcerts the hunter, it is nothing compared to what happens next. "Oh right because it's always me! You know, the sun doesn't shine out of your ass Dean. You do make mistakes." On any other day Sheriff Mills would laugh with her counterpart, both imagining the youngest's trademark 'bitchface'; but Today she couldn't - Not when Sam Winchesters voice was an octave higher than it should be.

Around the corner heavy boots keep walking. "Sam, I've got more to deal with than your shitty attitude right now". The accompanying huff, while different, was completely anticipated. "Oh yeah Dean, like what?" Pristine walls in the underground home reverberate the elders distrust directly to his mother's keenly listening ears. "Like trying to hide this mess from Mom". As the surrogate carer looks at her counterpart's downcast expression she yearns for the voices to stroll round the corner and explain what the hell is happening. Yet when her wish is granted, the sheriff can't believe her eyes.

For stood in the doorway there are two teenage boys, who are - unmistakeably - Sam and Dean Winchester. The eldest stood in slightly too big clothes, while the youngest hides behind him, absolutely swamped. Before another expletive can pass the larger's soft lips both ladies react with a hardened gaze – "Explain".