This feeling, I thought to myself, this feeling here is all I want. All I need. I relaxed into the sensation of the high, feeling the slight burn in my lungs from the smoke. That was OK, I always felt even better after a long cough. I took another hit off the joint I was smoking, holding in the smoke for a few seconds before slowly letting it out. The hunt had been a rough one. Five little girls died before we caught the SOB. The oldest girl had been eight years old. She had died trying to protect her six year old sister, who died soon after watching the older sister get ripped apart and eaten, her skeleton spit out and tossed aside, treated as garbage. I had stood there in a cage, screaming my voice hoarse for the little girl to run, but she had sat there, frozen in fear. The monster had just ripped her head off when Dean and Sam finally found me.
I forced those images to the back of my mind as I took another long hit off my joint. I was hidden out behind the bunker, standing down wind of it so the smell of the weed wouldn't float back to it. I hadn't smoked in awhile because of the boys, for which I was thankful, but I needed a moment to myself to try and relax. Not to mention that I hadn't gotten more then a few hours of sleep in the week since the hunt. I laid back on the trunk of the tree I was sitting against and looked out at the stars above me. I picked out all of the constellations my father had shown me when I was a child, before the demons that killed my family. I let all my fear and worry go and relaxed, letting my high take me into the stars and space.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" A voice came from behind me, pulling me back to earth once more. It was deep but soft, I knew instantly that Dean had found me, but I couldn't bring myself to care at that moment.
"Getting lost in the stars." I replied, knowing that my voice was distant. There was a moment of silence, then Dean sat down next to me and leaned against the tree, looking up at the stars. I put the joint back between my lips and sucked in, right in the middle of my hit, Dean grabbed my joint from me. I didn't make a sound or move, just watched out of the corner of my eye as he put it up to his lips and took a drag of his own.
Dean had confessed to me a few months ago that he also used to smoke regularly, but stopped because he never wanted Sammy to find out. He was a big help when I needed someone to talk to about the harder drugs that I still wanted but didn't use and abuse anymore, and he understood when, sometimes, a person just needs some help to relax.
"How did you know I was out here?" I asked him. He released the smoke and we watched as it floated upward and disappeared into the wind.
"Well," Dean took another hit and passed it back to me. "You weren't in you're room, or the library, or the kitchen, or playing old school video games on the master computer, so I figured I'd check out here." I sat in silence and thought about that for a minute.
"Liar." I told him.
"Why do you say that?"
"Because you didn't check the dungeon or my arts room. Plus, it's three o'clock in the morning, you would've checked a few places and then had gone back to bed."
"Then how did I know you were out here?" He gave me one of those smiles that always made my heart go a million miles a minute.
"You didn't." I smiled back. "You came out here with the same purpose in mind, didn't you?" Dean looked a bit more serious after that remark. We just watched each other for a moment before he reached into his shirt breast pocket and pulled out a pin thin joint of his own. I just started laughing and after a few seconds, so did Dean.
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