My eyes flutter open as water falls on my face. I look up and see the rather large waterstain in the ceiling. Groaning, I slip farther under the covers, shielding my face from the rain. Rain, rain go away, why is it so wet here? I frown at the sound of Jensen, snoring peacefully in his bed. Lucky arse.

Speaking of which, mines hurts. Everything hurts even more than yesterday. I guess my brother really did mean it when he said he had dragged me here. I hear shifting of covers in the other bed and then yawning. Jensen’s awake now, I can tell.

“Yo, wake up, Sunshine!” He yanks down my duvet at the exact same time a water droplet rains on me. I glare at him and cover my face.

“Stop pouting, you big baby. We’re going to see the leperchauns today,” he says happily.

“I’m not pouting,” I hiss, subconciously rubbing my lips. " And leperchauns aren’t real, plus it’s raining." Jared leans in close and grins, broadly.

“But at the end of a storm there’s a rainbow and a pot o’ gold, gaurded by ye old leperchauns!”