Anna
Anna hunched over her warded laptop, fingers flying over the keyboard. The car jostled her and one of the claws slipped out. It sliced through the space bar. It screwed up the code she was trying to program. Key word; trying. She swore violently in every language she knew. Which was a lot. Her father, and her mom, and the Stoll brothers, had ensured that.
"Woah tiger. You could make me blush with those words." Dean teased from the front of the car. She ignored him while continuing the snarl out language that could have made even the most hardened criminal blush. Anna retracted the claw while rapidly backspacing and retyping her code. Sam leaned back over the seat.
"Anna, that's backwards. Switch it around."
*"I learned how to code ten minutes ago. Φάε το παντελόνι μου!" She snarled, but did as he said anyways. The computer beeped softly and accepted the code. She blinked in shock. It actually had worked. Anna laughed.
"Sam you're a genius!" She leaned forward and hugged him tightly. She snickered cruelly, as she watched her work carefully and systematically destroy the idiot amateur ghost hunter's webpage.
"Goodbye hell hound's lair." She slammed the laptop shut in vicious satisfaction just as they pulled up to the haunted house.
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Translation:
*eat my pants
(Greek)