God, it's been a while since I actually posted something! If you're reading my 'Eternity Lasts Forever' Harry Potter story, then don't worry; the next chapters coming. If you're not…then go read it! ^w^ Anyways, I was watching Yellow Fever a while ago, and this idea popped into my head. It was a maybe a few months ago, but I had no time to actually type the story up…but, obviously, now I do. So here ya go. Hope you guys like it, and reviews would be nice.
Disclaimer: I never do these, but I guess I'll try it out I'm only playing around with the Winchesters for a while, and then Eric Kripke's dragging me away, kicking and screaming.
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We were about to get in the Impala and head over to the abandoned lumber mill when my brother stopped right in front of the driver's door.
"What?" I asked him. He was staring at the driver's seat like it was a decaying corpse. "I…I can't get in this thing," he admitted.
"What? Why? And you do realize that this 'thing' is your supposed, 'baby', right?"
"Because…because there's no seatbelts."
"And…?"
"It's unsafe!" Dean exclaimed. Oh god, you've got to be kidding me. Ever since the first symptoms for yellow fever popped up, Dean's condition had gotten worse and worse with every minute, every hour. "We have to get to the mill somehow," I said.
"There's taxis and…and walking there…and…there's just other ways of getting there, because there's no way in hell that I'm getting into a car with no seatbelts. That's just…it's just suicidal!"
"Dean, we are not taking a taxi or walking when we have a perfectly fine car with us. Now, are you getting in the damn car, or do I have to knock you out so I can get us both there?"
Jesus, it was like talking to a toddler. But, at the same time, I was scared too; Dean could die. It had only been a few weeks since he had gotten back because of an angel named Castiel, and now I could lose him again. The first time I had realized that, it had hit me like a tsunami. But, of course, I couldn't let Dean see my fear. Not in his current condition. He'd only end up losing it and end up having a heart attack.
Dean seemed to consider which was more dangerous: driving in an 'unsafe' car, or getting knocked unconscious by his younger brother, and then he finally slipped into the driver's side, taking in shaky breaths. I slid into the shotgun seat and waited impatiently as my brother fumbled nervously with the keys. Deans' head was back on the chopping block, and I couldn't…wouldn't let the blade fall.