Chapter One
She clutched the gun in her hand. Cheyenne was hiding behind a tree. Dean was hiding behind the tree right next to her. Cheyenne pursed her lips together as Dean nodded- giving her the signal that it was time to lock, load and take this crazy son-of-a-bitch out and find Sam.
"Here goes nothing." Cheyenne whispered to herself.
She and Dean ran out from behind the trees and shot at the spirit that had kidnapped Sam. Before they knew it, the spirit was gone, vanished into thin air.
"Sam!" Cheyenne shouted, hoping that Sam would respond.
Dean glanced around the dark forest. He tugged at Cheyenne's hooded sweater.
"Come on." He said. "We'll have better luck looking for him if we actually look around rather than just shout his name."
Cheyenne nodded. "That would probably be better."
The two of them set off, watching their steps and keeping their flashlights up incase of any sign of Sam.
Sam saw a light in the distance. He recognized the shapes of the two figures that were walking through the forest.
"Dean!" Sam shouted.
"Sammy!" Dean shouted back.
Cheyenne and Dean began running. They saw Sam tied up to a tree.
"Well this brings back old memories." Dean smirked.
Cheyenne shook her head. "Only it was the other way around. I remember Sam telling me that he came to the rescue of you."
"That apple pie was good, okay?" Dean argued.
Cheyenne gave him a death glare. "It almost got you killed, you ass."
Cheyenne and Dean finished untying Sam and helped him up. Sam spoke.
"You guys argue way too much." He laughed.
The three of them began walking back through the woods. Dean tripped over a branch and fell flat on his face. Cheyenne and Sam burst out laughing.
"Every time you end up saving the day with me, I always get hurt." Dean mumbled.
Cheyenne held out her hand. "Poor baby." She helped him up and started walking again.
Sam's hand brushed against Cheyenne's. She slowly looked up at him. There was a look in his eye that she had never seen before. She looked back down at the ground and continued walking.
Dean was continuing on with how much he had gotten hurt since they found Cheyenne hunting where they were. Cheyenne stopped dead in her tracks and turned around, facing Dean. She had a death glare in her eyes.
"What?" Dean asked.
"All you ever do is bitch and complain after we're done a job. That's all you ever do, Dean. You don't say 'Good job, Cheyenne.' or 'It's a good thing you're here.' All you ever do is bitch about how I make your life a living hell by being here." Cheyenne started. "I'm looking for the same damn thing you are. It killed my brother and my boyfriend, Dean! All of us went through the same thing!"
Dean just stood there, speechless. He didn't know what to say. "I'm sorry…"
"We're all here, right now, looking for the same thing that caused us to be doing this. Whatever this thing is, it knows that we're more powerful together then separate, like we were before. We have a greater chance of killing it together, rather than making negative comments about each other, getting mad, and going our separate ways."
Sam stepped forward. "She's right, Dean. If we work together, we can kill it faster. Two brains are better than one."
Sam and Cheyenne turned around and began walking away.
"But there's three brains here! I have one, too!" Dean shouted.
Cheyenne turned her head. "No you don't."
The three of them made their way back to the Impala and took off to a motel to rest for the night.