Hey all, so this story is going to have a massive argument between the three of them, and it's going to end with a bombshell…Hehe! As most of my original followers know, my first chapters are light and fluffy, just filling in some gaps and setting the story off, so any new followers don't let chapter one put you off, and please (if you have the time) read the previous two stories.
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Disclaimer – I do not own; Dean W, Sam W, Chuck, Becky, or Bobby. However I do own; Claire W, Matt, Anna, Sarah, and Andrew.
Winchester Trouble
The Convention
Six months pregnant, three months till I am due, Dean and Sam were not freaking out as much as I thought they would. However something told me they were guilty of something, I decided not ask them what Zachariah meant when he said remember your promise. Although something in my gut told me it was serious which was starting to bug me. However we spent a few days at Bobby's fixing up the Impala, Sam and I tried to help, but Dean practically bit our fingers off whenever we tried. It was his baby! Dean's mood seemed to change when he fixed the Impala in no time and we were on the road. I – being the sensible one – decided to let Bobby know where ever we were by texting him our location, and to my surprise he seemed greatful. I was worried about Bobby, he made a deal with a warlock that if he won a poker game he would get out of his chair, if he lost he would die. As you probably know he lost, Dean then challenged Patrick and lost, and Sam challenged him and won just in time! So I called Bobby suicidal and then found out he blamed his chair for him being lonely. So I made a promise to contact him more. And as for Dean, it just made me realise how much, both of them would risk to save their own.
"I'm on the highway to hell! Bunanana punanana!" Dean screamed the song making drumming movements with his hands as he drove. Although the drumming movements had shorter time spans than normal, I'm guessing because of the crash, he seemed to drive a lot more careful. Sam nodded his head to the beep, and I sang quietly with him, whilst studying in the back of the car. I hadn't told Sam or Dean but my mock exams were in a month. But I thought reading a book wouldn't make that too obvious.
"When are you going to get rid of Dad's crappy tapes?" Sam groaned opening the glove box as tapes fell to the floor.
"Hey!" I protested moving forward, Dean looked nervous. "They're Dad's tapes, we can't just chuck 'em."
I saw Dean smirk from the corner of my eye. "See, Claire get's it,"
Sam rolled his eyes.
"Bitch," Dean muttered.
"Jerk," Sam smirked.
"Pussy's," I chuckled. Sam and Dean looked at each other and decided they liked my remark, which was weird.
I looked down and sighed, my bump was small, but I missed being skinny. However I pushed the thought aside, I didn't want to think about it, I wanted to live my life for three months longer and then think about it. That's what Sam and Dean seemed to be doing anyway.
Suddenly Dean's phone vibrated, normally he would pick it up, but this time he looked to me and Sammy. Sammy was too busy concentrating on a book, so I sighed and flipped it open to a text.
"Huh," I frowned.
"What?" Dean asked focusing on the road.
"It's from a…chuck, it just says big emergency, need you now, and it gives a location to a hotel." I frowned. "Who's Chuck?"
"A prophet," Sam said making me jump. I hadn't realised that he had finished his book and was now listening to me.
"A prophet?" I frowned. "Like Matthew and Luke, Bible prophet?" I asked.
"Yeah," Dean answered me. "Give me the location,"
I said the location and Sam got out a map. "That's only a few yards away," Sam smiled. "But in the opposite direction,"
Dean swerved the car around, carefully, and made the way towards the location. Then all of us had our hunting minds on, as we pulled up onto the drive, however that all seemed to fade as we saw something we weren't expecting.
"Weird," I noted trying not to laugh at the possibility.
"Let's just park right next to the entrance, then we will know which Impala is ours," Sam frowned.
After the funny side of the fact there were several over Chevrolet Impala's parked there, I started to get worried, must have been my hormones – but it was really freaky. However Dean and Sam shared a glance which told me they might know why this was going on. They stepped out and ordered me to stay in the car, they ran inside the building, and I was left to my own thoughts in the car.
Great!
The last thing I wanted to be, was on my own, I was already thinking about African dream root. I asked Bobby about it and he said you could turn it into a drink, add a person's possession or body part like hair, drink it and they will be in your dream. Which led me to think, how had Matt got hold of a body part or possession of mine? Was he really looking for me? My stomach protested, and I told the little one to be quiet, and it was.
I sighed again. The baby! Could I possibly give up such an already obedient child? What would Dad think of me if he was still alive? Would he call me a slut? I didn't even want to think about what my Mum and Andrew would say. URGH! My brothers really shouldn't have left me on my own!
I huffed getting out of the Impala and locking the doors with the keys Dean had left in the ignition. I burst through the doors and a woman at reception smiled at me.
"Are you here for the supernatural convention?" she smiled.
"Um…yes," I lied.
"This way," she smiled gesturing towards a hall full of men, and some women.
"Claire!" Dean shouted putting his hand up so I could find him in the crowd. Sam was trying not to laugh at my shocked reaction, and the little man beside them had his mouth wide open.
All around us were people dressed exactly like Sam and Dean, like they were role playing or something. I knew this Chuck person was supposed to be a prophet, and until now I didn't realise that it was to do with Sam and Dean. I burst into hysterics of laughter as I shoved past people and made my way to my brothers.
"I thought I told you to stay in the car," Dean said sounding pissed.
"Well, I shouldn't be on my own," I snapped. To my surprise Dean winced.
"Claire meet Chuck, Chuck meet our sister Claire," Sam said trying to stop an argument from forming – as per usual!
"Hi," I smiled holding my hand out so he could shake it. With his mouth open wide he nodded and shook my hand.
"It's..a..a..g-great…h-honour," he stuttered still shaking my hand, he was getting a bit sweaty.
"Yeah, Chuck, let go of her hand!" Dean ordered. Chuck looked up at Dean and slowly removed his hand from mine.
"Thanks," I mouthed to Dean.
"Great honour?" Dean asked Chuck with an eyebrow raised.
"Yes, after all she is the s-s-av,"
"DEAN! SAM!" a bubbly and way too energetic girl popped her head up from the crowd.
"Becky?" Sam smiled.
"You remember me," she beamed like the two of them were celebrities.
"Wow," Dean said sarcastically gesturing with his hands, so only I could see, that he was trying to say she was loopy.
"Becky did you send a text to us from Chucks phone?" Sam sighed slightly irritated but for once he was using charm on a girl, I didn't realise he had charm! Dean tried not to laugh at my shocked face which I tried to desperately hide.
"Hi Becky," he said nodding his head and winking at her.
"Hey Dean," she giggled wiggling her fingers at him like some child. Dean gave me a look to say see I can pull her. "And in answer to your question Sam, yes I did, see I just wanted you too see Chuck's success," she smiled moving closer to Chuck so that she could stroke his chest. Something told me they were dating. Again Dean tried not to laugh at this.
"What a success Chuck has made!" Dean smirked looking at the pair of them.
"Listen, don't ever do that again Becky, we thought Chuck was in some serious trouble!" Sam urged trying to teach Becky a lesson like as if she was some three year old.
"What is with all this crap anyway?" Dean asked leaning his elbow on my shoulder and grabbing a handful of peanuts from the bar. I looked at Sam and rolled my eyes, of course Sam smirked in response and shook his head.
"It's a convention," I answered him. He looked at me confused. "The reception lady told me," I said answering the question he was going to ask.
"The books they're actually selling?" Sam asked Chuck with a…well his face was surprised and confused, and his shaggy hair was covering his eyes – I will need to cut that.
"Yeah," Chuck began to answer. "not as well as we hoped, but these are my small number of fans, who are role playing," Chuck smirked.
"Role playing who?" I asked.
"Oh sorry," Dean said swallowing a mouthful. "Chuck wrote a book about every single travel and journey we have been on, including our mother's death and…" Dean paused looking at Sam awkwardly.
"and….?" I asked, Dean stopped leaning on me and stood to attention tensing his muscles.
"It doesn't matter," Dean sighed. I looked at Chuck who was avoiding eye contact with me.
