"What are you freaking doing in my room?" Emily was seated on her bed with her arms crossed and casting a furious look towards Dean.
"That's the third time that we see each other and you are making me get a headache again. I am starting to get really angry with you."
Dean looked at her with a naive expression, giving an innocent smile.
"I thought that you were already angered enough when you took my fans away from me..."
The girl narrowed her eyes to him, seeming about to get up from her bed and beat the shit out of him.
"They weren't your fans at all, just a bunch of kids interested in this sword of yours and your dumb story. Don't go around labeling them as fans when you clearly don't have enough influence to have a single fan."
Dean chuckled.
