Shark Week

Y/n? What are you doing?"

You looked up to see Sam standing in the doorway, his hair a mess and his eyes half open. You just stared at him and took another bite of your cheerios.

"Y/n, its 3 in the morning, you are wearing underwear and a bra only, and you are eating cereal out of a large salad bowl."

"So?"

"Are you ok?"

"No"

"Whats wrong?"

"Wanna know whats wrong! Ive got a fucking world war three going on inside of my uterus and I have the urge to punch you in the face. Stay clear of me for the next week, ill let you get away this time..."

Sam just slowly turned around and walked away, shocked from your marvelous speech. You finished two large salad bowls of cheerios. Aka a whole box of cheerios and half a carton of milk, and decided to go to bed.

You woke up to wet pants. Great. You trudged into the bathroom, did your girl thing, and walked out holding a overflowing trashcan. Today should have been your last day on your period, but your uterus decided to be a bitch and say You wanted to rip the damn organ out and feed it to Cas. (

You walked into the main hallway of the bunker and trudged to the kitchen, only to open the door to an empty fridge. You. Were. Hungry. And when you crave something, that something must be put in your mouth in the next 30 seconds.

"SAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAM! DEAAAAANN! WHERE THE FUCK DID YOU PUT THE FOOOOOOOOOOOD!? UUUUUUUUGH!"

"Here she goes again"

"Dammit Sam, WE ARE OUT YOU ATE IT ALL!!!"

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

You stomped into the library where the boys were and slammed your fist on the table, demanding a double fudge brownie. The boys jumped and sprint out the door, eager to get you from destroying the bunker. You slouched into your chair and groaned, today had been terrible so far.

"Are you ok, y/n?"

You looked over to see Cas standing there. You rolled your eyes and chuckled.

"Im fine Cas."

You looked at Cas and his eyes slowly moved from your eyes down to your pants, his face filled with concern.

"Y/n! You are bleeding! Here let me heal you."

Before Cas touched his fingers to your head you burst out laughing. Then you got grumpy again, these were your favorite pair of sweatpants, and now you had to change then and wash them again.

"BALLS!"

"What is it y/n?"

"I liked these sweatpants"

Cas just stared at you in confusion. You immediately stood up when the winchesters burst back into the room. you grabbed the nearest sugar filled food you could find and gobbled it down and the boys watched you. You then layed onto the couch with a full stomach, and fell asleep.

That girl was scary. She just ate three donuts in less than a minute, and looked like she wanted to murder someone. When y/n was on her period, she was like a t-rex with the munchies. At least she was asleep, for now.

"I sensed she was bleeding, is she ok?"

"Oh, uh yeah cas, shes fine, its just mother nature being itself thats all."

"What do you mean Dean?"

"Its shark week... uh world war uterus has started... dammit Cas p shes on her period."

"I dont understand Dean, what is a period?"

"I am not explaining this to you look it up, just dont ask random people on the streets. I still cant beleive you asked a random guy on the street if he could help you

Well I didnt know what it meant."

"Dammit Cas. I love how clueless you are..." Dean muttered under his breath. Cas looked at Dean with confusion plastered on his face.

"What did you say?"

"Nothing, how about we go get some pie, huh?"