Heya!
God, I am sooo happy. I just got the plot and ideas and EVERYTHING down:) It took me a while, 'cause I ran into a slight problem, but jamming out to my music in my living room and having my mom give me a "What-the-holy-fuck-are-you-doing" look really helped!
I like this chapter:) You get to meet protective, brotherly Dean.
Also, I'm not good at making obnoxious characters talk. So one character is going to sound special. Forgive me (You'll understand once you get to it)
Just some warnings: I curse in my stories. So yeah, lots of that. Andddd some of the chapters may be a little angsty. My bad :P
Disclaimer: Since I'm still on my mission to have Jared get a divorce then marry me and help me get the rights to Supernatural, I do not own this spectacular series…yet.
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Chapter Two: Hot and Humid Savannah!
Dad said it would take about a five-day drive to get from Washington to Georgia. When we stopped at a diner for lunch, he went over details; Pit-stops (for gas only), eating stops, and cheap hotels we'd be staying in until Georgia.
He gave Dean and me a stern look before tossing two empty plastic bottles at us. "We don't have time for you two girls to stop and go to the bathroom every hour. If you have to take a piss, you use the bottle. Otherwise, you're flat-out fucked until we get to the hotel."
Dean and I looked at each other before nodding at Dad.
"Alright, boys. Get back in the Impala and let's get a move on!"
After about three days in the car, I started feeling carsick.
"Sam Winchester, you throw up in this car and Dad will happily kick your ass, followed by me. Aim out the window."
So, the rest of my day was spent sticking my head out the window.
When we got to the hotel late that night, there was an obnoxious man in front of us, claiming he didn't have enough towels or soap or ice. He kept insisting he needed that shit, and if had to be done, take it from other rooms.
"I don't care if that means room 202 won't have any extra ice. I need ice in every drink and when I soak my feet at night. I can't stand drinking warm water or exfoliating my worn feet in anything but cold, relaxing water. I expect a hotel to provide a hard-working guest with his wishes. My God."
Suddenly, I got dizzy and Dean had to catch my shoulders. "Sammy? You okay?" I shook my head and had just enough time to stumble forward before throwing up on everything in front of me…which included the annoying man's pants and shoes.
Guests and employees around us howled in laughter at the man, who looked like he'd truly die. Dean rushed to my side and hoisted me up onto my feet. "Alright Sammy. Dad got the room key. Let's get you upstairs and into the shower."
Dean got annoyed eventually on our slow walk to the room and picked me up, carrying me the rest of the way back. He then went straight to the bathroom. He started the shower and stripped me out of my long-sleeved shirt, jeans, and undershirt. I sat shivering in my boxers until Dean stood at the door.
"Sammy, if you get dizzy again, I want you to sit down. Then, put your head in between your legs and call me, okay?" I nodded gently and Dean left. I stripped myself of the remaining clothing, then stepped into the warm shower spray.
The water washed all the vomit off of my body. I felt instantly better. "Ahh…" I scrubbed my arms and chest, letting the water run down my legs into the drain.
A few minutes later, there was a knock on the door. "Sammy? You okay?" I answered quickly, "Yeah. Just fine. I'll be out in a sec."
I changed into the clean boxers and pajamas pants left by the door, then brushed the gross taste out of my mouth before retreating to the bed I had to share with Dean. Dad was working busily at the table, newspaper clippings and his old leather book spread across the surface. Dean was sitting on our bed, lazily flipping through the TV channels, stopping every once in a while.
I took out my own beaten notebook from underneath my pillow, which contained parts of stories I started but knew I'd never finish or...as embarrassing as it is, journal entries. I fished a pencil from the nightstand and flipped to a new, clean page.
Feeling new anger begin to boil inside me, I let myself write.
Dad's making Dean and me move again. Savannah, Georgia this time. As much as I hated Stanwood, I hate moving more. Dad and his stupid, God-damn job.
Does he not understand how much it kills me to move to a new school every two or three weeks and end up in the same position? Dean tries to protect me, to keep me from getting my ass kicked. But even he can't stop what's supposed to happen.
My brother tells me to stick up for myself, since I know how to kick even the strongest of guys' asses from here to next week, but then what? I can't beat up everyone. Plus, how much more of a freak can I be? A freshman being able to kick a senior's ass? I'm impossible.
I hope Savannah's a little more sunny, at least.
Well, I need to hide this thing from Dean before he starts snooping. If he reads this, I'll never live it down.
-Sam
I closed the book, keeping it away from Dean's curious eyes and stuffed it under the mattress.
"Sam," Dad said with an eerie, calm edge to his voice.
Both Dean and I froze. Dad only called us with that voice if we were in serious trouble.
"Yes, sir?" I replied quietly, getting out of bed and standing behind him. I wiped the palms of my hands on my plaid pajama pants.
"Do you know what I do for a job?"
Dean jumped out of our bed and yelled, "No! Dad!"
Dad turned around in the chair and held my brother's eyes. "Dean, why not? You learned when you were in fourth grade. Sam's in ninth."
"Learned what?" I asked, stepping towards Dean. He merely looked at me with wide eyes, pleading me not to pry. Then, he looked to our dad again, whispering, "Why can't you be happy letting just me know?"
After a minute, Dad sighed and said, "Go to bed, boys. We have a long drive tomorrow."
I glared at Dean before yelling, "Why can't I know anything around here!" Then, acting like a five year old, I stomped to our bed and crawled under the covers.
Before I fell into an angry, dreamless sleep, I heard Dean mutter, "You'll thank me when you do find out."
I had mostly gotten over being mad at my brother when he threw me an apple for breakfast. Usually, I was stuck eating the nasty, shitty food Dad and Dean stuffed their faces with. I grinned thankfully towards him.
An hour later, we were stuck in the Impala for another day, with a bag under the seat.
"Sam Winchester, don't you dare puke in my car. I'll skin you alive. Take the damn bag with you," Dad threatened, handing me a white plastic bag.
I sighed, indicating to Dean I was bored.
He smirked and suddenly, Bon Jovi was blasting into my ear. Dean was badly singing "It's My Life". I groaned.
After letting Dean run through the whole Bon Jovi tape, I made him turn it off. The conversation with Dad last night was nagging at my mind, but I didn't ask because I was too afraid to upset Dean.
"So Sammy, ready to start ninth grade…again?"
I shot him my best bitchface . "No, and I'm not ready to move again."
He simply snorted and kept driving.
A day later, we were in Savannah. It was probably close to midnight and all I wanted to do was sleep.
We followed Dad's truck, passing numerous hotels. I shot Dean a questioning look. "Why haven't we stopped yet? We passed a bunch of cheap motels." Dean merely shrugged and focused on following Dad.
After another twenty minutes of driving, we pulled up to a small, brick house in a big community.
Hopping out of the car, I yawned and asked, "Dad, whose house is this? Another hunter's? It's not Uncle Bobby's."
Dad smiled a little. "I have a new job and for at least a couple months, this is our house."
My mouth almost hit the ground and Dean hit his head on the interior of the Impala.
Soo...that was chapter two:)
How was it? Terrible? Awesome? Craptastic? Want me to continue? Want me to throw it in the trash?
Jesus, I hope it wasn't that bad :/
Like I said earlier, I kinda like this chapter :) Next chapter is gonna start them at school.
I'm sooo excited to get further into this story:) Ya know, now that I have the plot and characters and everything completely figured out :)
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Until next time!
~Maggie