"Stupid idiots."

Sam huffs under his breath, stomping around the abandoned house as he pours a salt circle. The Ghostfacers had interfered on yet another case, setting you all back multiple hours that you could've spent sleeping. Not to mention the comments. Last time Sam and Dean had seen Ed and Harry, Sam hadn't brought you since you'd been helping Bobby with a case. Apparently you were a hot commodity to them.

"Such a tight ass."

Harry murmurs under his breath to Ed, licking his lips.

"I wonder what it feels like when-"

"Have you ever wondered what it feels like to be punched in the throat?"

Sam snaps, standing to his full height and glaring at both of them.

"Get in the goddamn salt circle and let us do our jobs."

They both scramble into the circle, avoiding looking at you as Sam hovers protectively at your side.

"One more comment and see what happens to you."

Sam threatens them, staring them down before grabbing his shotgun and urging you along.

"C'mon honey,"

He grumbles, annoyed but not at you.

"I'm sorry, they wouldn't talk about you like that…like you're an object."

Sam murmurs frustratedly, stroking the small of your back while he guides you down the hall.