"What? I can flirt with cute boys. Sam, you're talking to a teenage
girl, we flirt with cute boys. You're gonna have to get used to it
if you want a girlfriend." Melina advised. "Don't be like your
brother." Then she was gone.
Some people need a high five. In the face. With a chair. Made of
steel. Covered in acid. On fire. Three times.
(We should totally do that, bring Melina back to life. That would
be interesting to explain. She needs to date Sam.)
"Oh Dean, don't let the ghost girl bring you down. I can probably
cheer you up." Rhea said, then smiled a sweet smile.
That was the exact moment Max opened his eyes. "What is even
happening? Can't you see I'm trying to sleep?" He complained. "Let
the hurt guy sleep, gosh."
Some people need a high five. In the face. With a chair. Made of
steel. Covered in acid. On fire. Three times.
"Did she manage to do it?" Max asked. Then he looked at Sam and
asked, "Hey, what happened while I was asleep? You're the more or
less responsible one, can you explain?"
Some people need a high five. In the face. With a chair. Made of
steel. Covered in acid. On fire. Three times.
"Dean, how do you strangle a ghost? You idiot! You can't strangle a
spirit." Max said, face-palming. "I'm glad you have a responsible
brother, or you'd be even harder to be around."
"He was acting like a toddler." Melina said, appearing again. "A
little toddler." Then she smiled, thinking of other ways to mess
with Dean. This was what he gets for calling her death 'satisfying'
after all.
"That smile. Dean, you're in for it. Maybe it's for calling her
death 'satisfying', maybe that's why she's bothering you. I'm fine
with it, good entertainment." Max said, nodding.
Some people need a high five. In the face. With a chair. Made of
steel. Covered in acid. On fire. Three times.
Sam sighed, he held Dean down again, "Do you really want me to do
this? Because I will make you scream in agony if you try and hurt
Melina, even though you can't."
Dean gave up and shook his head, "No... please don't..."
"How are you fine with her annoying the crap out of me!?! At
least when she was corperal she could still kick me in the groin,
and now she can just annoy me? Sammy, if you ever find a way to
re-corperalize her, don't bring back the pointed shoes, just bring
back her and thick shoes, cabable of causing more pain, but not
able to cause permanent damage." Dean asked.
"Max, shut up, nobody cares. Except Melina." Dean said, he slapped
Max in the face, "And if you ever speak ill of Rhea again... let's
just say, permanent damage in the testicular region for you. When
you're sleeping."
"Hey, Dean? I'm kinda still severely injured. You wanna make it
worse, I'll do twice this to you when I'm better, okay? You might
die, but I'm starting not to care." Max warned Dean with a scowl.
Some people need a high five. In the face. With a chair. Made of
steel. Covered in acid. On fire. Three times.
"That's not smart at all." Max said. "Maybe you should rethink
ending your family line. Seriously, if one of you dies, that
doesn't mean both of you should. Melina died and I didn't kill
myself, and I love her very much."
Some people need a high five. In the face. With a chair. Made of
steel. Covered in acid. On fire. Three times.