Hearing the commotion Dean came walking down the hall, opening the door to see what was going on. Finding William - cheek red from where she had just slapped him - and a nearly-nude Kristine he sighed and shook his head. "William," he told his brother. "Come with me. Now." His tone spoke of no arguments.
Glaring at Kristine the younger brother hissed, "you'll pay for that one bitch," before trailing after his brother and leaning against the wall of the living room, arms folded across his chest in an act of defiance.
"I knew you were crude," Dean began. "But peeking on a lady? That is well below you brother. I honestly don't know what's gotten into you."
"I wasn't peeking," he snapped, sullen. "I was taking a piss. How was I to know she was in there? The bitch should learn to lock the door."
"Do not," Dean threatened calmly. "Call her a bitch. Her name is Kristine. You will use it like a proper person, and so help me if I hear you've done something you shouldn't have I will personally rip your balls off."
Will shudders, not daring to meet his brother's eyes. Dean almost never got angry. He knew that the elder meant what he said. "Fine."
Dean looked at him a few moments longer, then nodded. "Good. You will apologize to her when she comes out and she will be taking your bedroom." He held up his hand to stop any protests. "She is a female, and you are not. She needs her privacy. I get to keep my bedroom because I am the eldest. You will be sleeping on the couch as of today."
William could only mutter his consent. She'll get what's coming to her, he promised himself. So help me that mutt will get it.
Soon? his beast asked him, eyes glowing in the boy's mind. We'll make it fun for her. And painful. Very painful.