You brought this on yourselfSam’s Point of View
I look up from my laptop as I hear the door slam. (Y/n) was home from school, and it looks like something is up. She stomps over to her bed, throws her bag onto the bed and paces through the room. I can practically see the anger radiating off of her. I hear her mumbling things like "I should have just killed him, right there. Yeah, that's what I'll do. I hope he does it again, I hope he gives me a reason." Then she laughed a laugh that would send shivers up the spine of any monster near her. As it is I am having a hard time not exercising her. She continues this for a few minutes before I muster up the courage to cautiously ask: "What's up?" She was hardly ever like this. The last time this happened, we had to leave the town because she was throwing knives at some Jehovah's Witnesses. At this point Dean walks in with the groceries that he went to get.
"What's up?? WHAT'S UP?? There is this stupid, arrogant, pig headed, sexist, idiotic, ACCIDENT who happens to