Status: Sorry, this is just a joke because my sisters been annoying me by listening to One Direction
She's Lost Total Control
It's Not Like Your Idols Died and are Holy Now
“Hear that? This is good music” Dean smacked the steering wheel as though it was a drum kit as he sang along with the rock music. He stopped though when he heard his younger brother chuckled and looked in the rearview mirror to growl slightly when he saw her curled up the seat looking out the window with a dreamy look on her face as she mouthed along with the music blaring from her headphones.<i> It’s gotta be you</i> came blaring from the headphones causing him to curse loudly “you gotta be kidding me!” Sam laughed
“Thought you were gonna sing it there” Dean glared at his brother before punching his arm roughly.
“Shut up” he snapped angrily before pulling the car to a stop and turning to look at her and reached into the back to pull the headphones from her ears making her glare at him
“Hey!”
“No listening to that crap in my car!”
“C’mon Dean. Let me go to the concert and it’ll be out of my system, I promise and I won’t listen to them in the car. Please!” she clasped her hands together with wide puppy dog eyes and Sam knew Dean would lose from the first plea.
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Nobody questioned the plaid shirts as the Winchester’s slipped backstage, using fake stage crew passes they made their way down the corridors telling anyone who questioned that she was a PA and they needed to show her, her way around. Dean frowned at her, eyeing the tiny shorts and t-shirt in distaste “did you have to wear that?” he asked her finally after Sam eyed her for a second and then his brother telling him with a jerk of the head to question her. She rolled her eyes coming to a stop before them crossing her arms
“Yes, I am a teenage girl, if I wanna dress a little friskily then I will” she growled at her brothers
“You look like some kind of teen skank” Dean grunted in annoyance “you forgot to put your pants on” she rolled her eyes again before they widened staring at something behind them. Both brothers glanced round to see two guys walking by speaking between themselves. They looked over and waved saying a quick hello before continuing on their walk. Dean recognized the taller guy from the music video with the dancing gay boys but not the other curly haired one with dimples and both brothers watched as her feet practically lifted from the ground. They caught her arms in an attempt to keep her from running and jumping one or more possibly both boys. “What do you think you’re gonna do?” Dean snapped and her head snapped round to look at him
“I don’t know who’s first, or I find the dressing rooms and there will be more than two” Dean frowned and looked to his brother
“Did you ever think these guys are ghosts or demons or something? I mean I seen one of their eyes, weird” Sam grinned at the joke
“I just wanna lick his dimples” she cried and Dean and Sam fought the urge to back away from her in disgust “I said dimples!” she clarified
“We know.” Dean murmured to her before looking to Sam “Think if we cut the dimples off this’ll stop?” all at once she pulled back and had Dean pinned against the wall as she growled almost animal like
“You touch him, I hurt you” all of a sudden there was a loud cough and she spun to look at Niall Horan who was staring at her with wide confused eyes
“I uh need to get by” he murmured, the Irish in his voice coming through clearly in her ears almost melting her on the spot but she quickly pulled herself together and slid out of the way
“Sorry, yeah, just uh go” she motioned down the hallway a small grin on her face as she bit down on her bottom lip, trying to keep back the screams and anything else that would come with them. He passed by with a nod and a smile and made his way down just missing her whisper “my precious little leprechaun”
“This kids a leprechaun? We can take him down” Dean said to Sam before putting his hands in the air as she spun pointing a finger at him angrily
“You don’t lay a finger on him, he is Irish and precious and you can’t touch him”
“Right, well” Sam caught her shoulder and pulled her back “We should get to the stage side, if you want to catch the show” she nodded and spun rushing down the corridor and her brothers sighed and hurried after her.
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Both Alex and Sam raised their eyebrows as they heard the quiet humming next to them which sounded like a mesh together of tunes from both bands. She grinned throwing her arms around her eldest brother “I knew you’d turn to my side Dean!” he quickly tried to pry her off of him jumping back
“Is it out of your system?” he snapped trying to change the subject and she grinned
“Seemed to have jumped into yours” she smirked as she pulled the impala’s door open and slid into her seat.
“Thought you were gonna sing it there” Dean glared at his brother before punching his arm roughly.
“Shut up” he snapped angrily before pulling the car to a stop and turning to look at her and reached into the back to pull the headphones from her ears making her glare at him
“Hey!”
“No listening to that crap in my car!”
“C’mon Dean. Let me go to the concert and it’ll be out of my system, I promise and I won’t listen to them in the car. Please!” she clasped her hands together with wide puppy dog eyes and Sam knew Dean would lose from the first plea.
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Nobody questioned the plaid shirts as the Winchester’s slipped backstage, using fake stage crew passes they made their way down the corridors telling anyone who questioned that she was a PA and they needed to show her, her way around. Dean frowned at her, eyeing the tiny shorts and t-shirt in distaste “did you have to wear that?” he asked her finally after Sam eyed her for a second and then his brother telling him with a jerk of the head to question her. She rolled her eyes coming to a stop before them crossing her arms
“Yes, I am a teenage girl, if I wanna dress a little friskily then I will” she growled at her brothers
“You look like some kind of teen skank” Dean grunted in annoyance “you forgot to put your pants on” she rolled her eyes again before they widened staring at something behind them. Both brothers glanced round to see two guys walking by speaking between themselves. They looked over and waved saying a quick hello before continuing on their walk. Dean recognized the taller guy from the music video with the dancing gay boys but not the other curly haired one with dimples and both brothers watched as her feet practically lifted from the ground. They caught her arms in an attempt to keep her from running and jumping one or more possibly both boys. “What do you think you’re gonna do?” Dean snapped and her head snapped round to look at him
“I don’t know who’s first, or I find the dressing rooms and there will be more than two” Dean frowned and looked to his brother
“Did you ever think these guys are ghosts or demons or something? I mean I seen one of their eyes, weird” Sam grinned at the joke
“I just wanna lick his dimples” she cried and Dean and Sam fought the urge to back away from her in disgust “I said dimples!” she clarified
“We know.” Dean murmured to her before looking to Sam “Think if we cut the dimples off this’ll stop?” all at once she pulled back and had Dean pinned against the wall as she growled almost animal like
“You touch him, I hurt you” all of a sudden there was a loud cough and she spun to look at Niall Horan who was staring at her with wide confused eyes
“I uh need to get by” he murmured, the Irish in his voice coming through clearly in her ears almost melting her on the spot but she quickly pulled herself together and slid out of the way
“Sorry, yeah, just uh go” she motioned down the hallway a small grin on her face as she bit down on her bottom lip, trying to keep back the screams and anything else that would come with them. He passed by with a nod and a smile and made his way down just missing her whisper “my precious little leprechaun”
“This kids a leprechaun? We can take him down” Dean said to Sam before putting his hands in the air as she spun pointing a finger at him angrily
“You don’t lay a finger on him, he is Irish and precious and you can’t touch him”
“Right, well” Sam caught her shoulder and pulled her back “We should get to the stage side, if you want to catch the show” she nodded and spun rushing down the corridor and her brothers sighed and hurried after her.
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Both Alex and Sam raised their eyebrows as they heard the quiet humming next to them which sounded like a mesh together of tunes from both bands. She grinned throwing her arms around her eldest brother “I knew you’d turn to my side Dean!” he quickly tried to pry her off of him jumping back
“Is it out of your system?” he snapped trying to change the subject and she grinned
“Seemed to have jumped into yours” she smirked as she pulled the impala’s door open and slid into her seat.