"Did you have to use me as bait?"

Sam pants, sitting in a heap on the cold ground of the cemetery and covering his sweaty forehead with his forearm. Dean smirks, salting the remains of the dead chick you'd been hunting.

"I figured you were more her type. She had crappy taste in guys."

Sam pauses for a moment before lifting his arm to glare at his brother.

"Huh?"

"You heard me."

Dean shrugs.

"She liked nerds."

Sam huffs, laying back down in the grass after running from the damn zombie girl for over fifteen minutes.

"My Persona likes nerds."

"Doesn't make you cool."

Dean snorts.

"Yes it does."

Sam whines in protest, sitting up on his elbows while Dean reburies the body.

"Cool girlfriend does not equal cool guy. My Persona just has crappy taste too."

Dean teases, making Sam even whinier.

"Did someone say my name?"

You yawn, walking back over to them from dropping off some stuff in Baby.

"Sammy here thinks he's not a nerd because he's dating you."

Dean chuckles, throwing the shovel onto the ground before stretching. Sam looks up at you with big hazel eyes, reaching his hand up to tug you closer to where he was laying on the ground.

"Tell Dean he's full of shit."

You smile, turning to Dean.

"You're full of shit, Dean. Sammy, baby, you're a nerd."

Dean guffaws, laughing as Sam pouts and tries to shove you away.