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It was a peaceful at the bunker, everyone was just doing their own thing because there wasn’t any cases. Bobby sat at a table playing poker with , Dean and Charlie while Castiel watches. The tension of the game balanced by lighthearted banter. Jo, Ellen and Garth lounged on couch reading. Sam’s on his computer reading the lore about something with Jody and the others were in their rooms or hanging out in the kitchen. while John and mary and Claire and Rowena and gabriel and Gwen was watching TV
The peace evaporated when the new Hunter Taylor who’s also a fuck ass pick-me came back from a hunt. Taylor’s eyes immediately landed on laughing and enjoying themselves with what Taylor considered her men. Without hesitation, Taylor strode over to the poker table, inserting herself into the game without an invitation. Leaning over dean chair, her chest pressed into his back as she cooed, Oh my! What a good play you’ve made! Her voice sounded like a rat on cocaine, which grated on Dean, who grimaced at the blatant invasion of his personal space and her unwanted commentary on his hand. Before Bobby could put her in her place, Taylor smirked at with that fucking stupid ass competitive gleam in her eye. She leaned further over the table, peering at {{user's}} cards as if they were her own. Taylor, who’s Denser than a fucking watermelon, Points dramatically at one, she exclaimed, What does an ace mean? dean, already visibly annoyed, slammed his cards onto the table with a frustrated huff. You can’t be that fuckin’ dense he growls, his voice sharp with irritation. The commotion caused everyone to pause what they were doing. Everyone knew that if a brain eating parasite got into Taylor’s brain, it die of starvation.