Hey guys...its me again. Okay, thanks you for the reviews. This is chapter 2, I know its late but I've been really busy, sorry.
I don't have a beta and I was really tired to proofread so I apologize for all the mistakes. I'm gonna be gone for a couple of weeks but once I get back, I'll upload three chapters at once.
Please review; tell me what you think of the story so far. Tell me what you think of the idea of Lexi with a guy that she would fall in love with...just until Castiel comes along. Yes, Castiel will be her love interest but that's the only hint you get. :P Tell me what you think or if you have any ideas or suggestions...please tell me. :D
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Lexi's POV:
I was pretending to sleep in the backseat. I have been for quiet a while now, almost everyday. Sam was having his share of nightmares almost every time he sleeps which is just about why he doesn't do it anymore. And Dean was obliviously driving us to nowhere, secretly worrying about us. I, well, I was a freak. I still couldn't get over what happened. And I was scared; I had no idea what happened and I hate not having an explanation for things, it made me feel weak.
Sam suddenly jerked awake in the passenger seat. "You okay?" Dean asked him. Sam still looked wary until he focused on what was around him.
"Yeah, I'm fine," Sam relaxed back. I could practically hear Dean nod sarcastically.
"Another nightmare?" Dean questioned. Sam cleared his throat.
"You wanna drive for a while?" If I wasn't so still, my jaw would have dropped down to the ground. Sam laughed.
"In your whole life you never once asked me that,"
"Just thought you might want to, never mind," Dean took back his offer.
"Look man, you're worried about me, I get it and thank you but I'm perfectly okay," No you're not Sammy, but that was us Winchesters; ignoring all of our messed up…everything.
"Mmhmm,"
"How's Lexi?" I could feel Sam looking back at me; I stayed very still and tried to breathe slowly.
"Well, she's sleeping," Dean stated. Oh, that explains so much, I thought sarcastically.
"Dean, what happened with Lexi…"He started; I froze."She knew Jessica was in danger, it's not natural; I mean, maybe woman's intuition, which could work. But man, she had a freakin' panic attack in the backseat and she was talking to the air," Sam continued. "We deal with the supernatural but this was freaky, even for us,"
I was hurt; I knew I didn't talk to them much anymore after it happened; but now I'm a freak to Sam? Nice to know that when something bad or weird happens to me, I'll always have Sam's support.
"Sam, Jessica's death wasn't Lexi's fault—"
"I know but you don't want to ask her what happened? You're not curious? Not even a little bit? If she knows what killed Jessica then we can kill it, kill mom's killer," Sam argued. So that's what Sam wanted, he wanted to know what happened, see if I knew who the killer was. "We should ask her, Dean, she hasn't talked to us at all."
"Sam! Listen to me, whatever this was, it wasn't natural you're right," Dean spoke to Sam. "Which is exactly why we shouldn't question it. She was choking, Sam and she was talking to someone. Now Lex isn't crazy, so my best guess is something forced her into this. Lexi is our sister and if something weird happens to her, we help her fight it." Dean paused. "I don't want her to get hurt, so we are NOT going to question Lex about it. And she isn't a freak, Sam" Dean said seriously. I felt a little better now that I knew Dean had my back. But I was still hurt from Sam, he was still my brother and I cared about what he thought—
"What the fuck, Dean?" Sam snapped. I jumped at his outburst. "You think that I think that Lex is a freak? She's my sister Dean, and I want to protect her just as much as you do. You think I want her to be in danger? Did you ever think that maybe this thing can do that to Lexi again?" Sam shouted. Dean gave him a look then went back to the road. Okay so maybe I was wrong, Sam doesn't think I 'm a freak. I decided to 'wake up'. I stretched and then I sat upright in the backseat.
"Did we wake you?" Dean asked; he was watching me in the rearview mirror. I was going to lie but I just decided to tell them the truth.
"I was awake the whole time Dean," Dean looked at me; he was waiting for me to blow up. Sam on the other hand looked guilty as hell. "Relax Sammy, I'm not mad." Dean scoffed; I just ignored him. I looked out the window; I could feel them looking at me but I ignored them. I was tired of pretending that I was okay, so I just ignored everything. We need to find dad, find mom and Jessica's killer, kill it, and then…then what? Live a normal life? I didn't want that, I liked hunting. But you know, without the death part.
"Alright…where are we?" Sam gave up on getting me to talk.
"We are just outside of Grand Junction," Dean stated.
Sam held up a map and studied it. "You know what? Maybe we shouldn't have left Stanford so soon,"
"Sam, we dug around there for a week, we came up with nothing. If you wanna find the thing that killed Jessica…" Dean trailed off.
"We gotta find dad first," Sam finished for him; I nodded absentmindedly.
"Dad disappearing, and this thing showing up again after twenty years, it's no coincidence. Dad will have answers; he'll know what to do," Dean said all the things that happened lately.
"Don't forget what happened to me," I spoke up, Sam looked at me. "It's connected and we all know it," I told Sam. He just nodded and went back to his map.
"It's weird guys. These coordinates he left us, this Blackwater Ridge," Sam shook his head.
"What about it?" Dean asked him. Sam kept looking back at the map.
"There's nothing there, it's just woods. Why is he sending us to the middle of nowhere?" Sam wondered.
"Well maybe it's something in the woods," I offered.
"Maybe," Sam agreed. He folded the map and sat back in the seat. It was quiet; I was fidgety, Sam was tense, and Dean was blissfully ignoring us.
I saw a National Forest sign out the window that said 'Welcome to Lost Creek, Colorado'. I could see a visitor's center up ahead.
"It was a man," I started. "Or at least had the voice of a man." That got Dean's attention.
"What?"
"When I was choking, there was a voice inside my head; it was what told me about Jessica's death," Sam flinched, I gave him an apologetic look. "It was in control of body but not strong enough to possess me. It knew my thoughts though, it told me about how I always wondered how mom…" I trailed off. "…how mom was killed and it said that here was my chance to find out." I stopped there though; Sam looked like he was going to puke.
"That's it?" Dean asked me. I just nodded.
Dean pulled up at the center and we got out and that was the end of that conversation. We walked inside and Sam was reading something off a paper.
"So Blackwater Ridge is pretty remote; it's cut off by these canyons here, rough terrain, dense forest, abandoned silver and gold mines all over the place," Sam stated.
"Guys, check out the size of this freakin' bear," Dean was looking at a picture of a huge bear that was on the wall.
"And a dozen or more grizzlies in the area; it's no nature hike, that's for sure," Sam finished.
"You boys," I cleared my throat. "And girl, aren't planning on going out near Blackwater Ridge by any chance?" A man asked from behind us. We turned around.
"Oh no sir, we're environmental study majors from UC Boulder, just working on a paper," Sam quickly made up a lie.
"Recycle, man," Dean grinned. The ranger looked at me.
When I didn't say anything, Sam subtly nudged since we were standing next to each other. "What he said," I pointed to Sam.
"Bull. You're friends with that Hailey girl, right?" Who the hell was Hailey?
"Yes, yes we are ranger…" Dean looked at his nametag. "Wilkinson."
"Well, I'll tell you exactly what we told her. Her brother filled out a backcountry permit saying he wouldn't be back from Blackwater till the 24th, so it's not exactly a missing person now is it?" He asked us, mostly Dean so he just shook his head; Sam and I looked at each other. "You tell that girl to quit worrying, I'm sure her brother's just fine."
"We will. Well, that Hailey girl's quit a pistol, huh?" Dean answered him.
"That is putting it mildly," The ranger replied back.
"Actually, you know what would help is if I could show her a copy of that backcountry permit you know so she could see her brothers return date," Dean asked him. What the…we need to find dad, did Dean already forget? The ranger just nodded and disappeared for a few seconds into an office I guessed and came back later with what Dean asked for. He thanked him and we walked out. Dean was laughing; Sam and I just starred at him.
"What are you cruising for a hook-up or something?" Sam asked Dean.
"What do you mean?" Dean asked back.
"The coordinates point to Blackwater Ridge. So what are we waiting for, let's just go find dad. I mean why even talk to this girl?" I nodded agreeing with Sam.
"I dunno maybe we should know what we're walking in to before we actually walk into it," Dean muttered.
"What?" Sam asked confused.
"Well, since when are you all shoot first ask questions later anyway?" Dean questioned.
"Since now," Sam snapped.
"Oh really?" Dean raised his eyebrows.
"Guys," I stood between them. "Stop it, okay. Let's just go see if we could get any information out of that girl that could help us then we'll go find dad," I tried to make both sides happy. I walked to the car but on one followed me; when I turned back around, they were both giving me strange looks. "What?" I nearly shouted.
"Nothing," They mumbled and both got in the car, I scrunched up my nose in confusion, shrugged, and got in the car.
Dean started driving again and we were soon pulling up at Hailey's house. Well, that went by fast. We got out and walked over to the door. Dean knocked. A chick came to us and opened the door.
"You must be Hailey Collins. I'm Dean, this is Sam and Lexi. We're rangers with the park service. Ranger Wilkinson sent us over, we wanted to ask you some questions about your brother Tommy," Dean introduced us to her. She narrowed her eyes at us.
"Let me see some ID," She demanded.
"Here ya go," Dean held up a fake one. She looked at it through the screen door.
"Come on in,"
"Thanks,"
Then she looked behind us at the car. "That yours?" She nodded to it.
"Yeah," Dean said proudly.
"Nice car," Hailey commented then she opened the screen door for us and Dean got in but before Sammy and I could take a step, Dean turned back to us.
"Oh my," He mouthed. Sammy and I looked at each other and laughed. I got in and Sam was after me, we went in, on the couch there was someone, a guy probably a bit younger than me. When Hailey saw us starring at him, she introduced us.
"This is Ben, my other brother," She explained. The guy looked creepy. We nodded to him and then sat at the couch.
"So if Tommy's not due back for a while, how do you know something's wrong?" Sam started the questioning.
"He checks in every day by cell. He e-mails photos, stupid little videos…but we haven't heard anything in over three days now," She said; I could tell she was really worried about her brother.
"Well, maybe he can't get cell reception," I tried to comfort her, maybe he wasn't in danger.
"He's got a satellite phone, too," She told me. Oh…scratch that thought then, he was probably hurt or something.
"Could it be he's just having fun and forgot to check in," Dean smiled.
"He wouldn't do that," Ben talked for the first time.
"Our parents are gone; it's just my two brothers and me. We all keep pretty close tabs on each other," Hailey explained. I smiled at her.
"I know what you mean," I said to her before I could think it through. Shit, damn my stupid brain. When she gave me a questioning a look though I just shook my head. "Never mind."
"Can I see the pictures he sent you?" Sam asked her to fill the awkward silence.
"Yeah," She motioned for us to follow her. We walked to a table that had an open laptop on it. She clicked a few folders and then a picture opened. She pointed to a guy. "That's Tommy," Hailey said. Then she played a video; Sam, Dean, and all watched the video looking for anything off.
"Hey Hailey, day six, we're still out near Blackwater Ridge, we're fine, keeping safe, so don't worry, talk to you tomorrow," Tommy waved then the video stopped. I looked at Sam but I saw him frowning.
"Well, we'll find your brother; we're headin' out to Blackwater ridge first thing," Dean reassured her.
"Then maybe I'll see you there," The three of us looked at her like she just grew another head. "Look. I can't sit around here anymore, so I hired a guide. I'm heading out in the morning and I'm gonna find Tommy myself," She declared.
"I know how ya feel," I said again before I could stop myself. I couldn't help it, I understood her situation perfectly, and I would exactly the same for Sam and Dean.
"Hey, you mind forwarding these to me," Sam said suddenly. Hailey just nodded.
"Sure," She nodded.
Hailey sent Sam the video that he wanted; we thanked her and left once they were done. We got in the Impala and drove away. Sam was working on something on his laptop.
"So, where to now?" Dean asked us.
"A bar, I need a drink," Dean nodded but Sam paused and turned to me sharply.
"You drink?" Sam asked shocked.
"Yeah, you didn't know?" I shot back.
"Dean, you let her drink?" Sam asked still in shock. I don't get it, what was the big deal? Sam drank when he was my age. "She's too young, it's illegal," I snorted.
"Sam, with this kinda life, everything we practically do is illegal," Dean said and then he looked at me. "Plus with this kinda life, the only way to stay sane is to have help from beers and sex," Dean smirked. Sam's jaw hit the floor. When Dean saw his look, he gave me a sharp one. "Of course, Lex here only gets help from alcohol, she knows the other thing is a big, fat NO, right Lex," He said.
"Not right," I decided to see how far I can take this. "I mean, I am legal, so why not?" Dean and Sam looked at me with horror all over their face.
"Lexi…this isn't a joke, you will not have sex with anyone; you won't even sit with any guy alone. Do you understand me?" Wow! I expected that out of Dean but to hear it come out from Sam's mouth was a big shock. When I looked at him, he had a very serious look on his face. I decided to just agree and save the argument.
"Sure Sammy, no problem," I leaned on the back of the front seat and reached Sam to give him a kiss on his cheek. "Only you guys, right?" I smirked.
Dean and Sammy both nodded. "Just us in your life…and dad, of course…and you know, the occasional guy hunters…that's it though," Dean said smugly. He pointed to his cheek and I leaned in to give him a kiss too.
"But I still drink, Sammy," Sam just shook his head at me and smiled.
By that time, we were in front of a local bar. Dean parked the car and we got out, Sam took his laptop and a bag with him. We went in and sat on a table that was in the middle; Dean motioned for the waitress to get us three beers.
"So, Blackwater Ridge doesn't get a lot of traffic, local campers mostly. But still, this past April two hikers went missing out there, they were never found," Sam showed us newspaper articles.
"Any before that?" Dean wondered.
"Yeah, in 1982, eight different people all vanished in the same year. Authorities said it was a grizzly attack. And again in 1959 and again before that in 1936; every twenty-three years, just like clockwork," Sam stated then he opened his laptop again.
"Okay, watch this. Here's a clincher. I downloaded that guy, Tommy's video to the laptop. Check this out," Sam played the video frame by frame. We saw a shadow of something moving extremely fast outside of the tent.
"Do it again," Dean ordered Sam.
Sam just played it again. "That's three frames. That's a fraction of a second. Whatever that thing is, it can move," Sam stated; I was just confused, what the hell could that be? Dean hit Sam on his shoulder.
"Told ya there was something goin' on," Dean confirmed; Sam looked at Dean and sort of just starred at him.
"Thank you, Captain Duh!" I told Dean sarcastically, he grimaced at me. I stuck my tongue out at him. "
"Moving on," Sam shook his head at us. "I got one more thing. In '59 one camper survived this supposed grizzly attack. Just a kid. Barely crawled out of the woods alive,"
"Is there a name?" I looked at Sam, he held up a paper.
"Mr. Shaw," He smiled at me. I grinned back.
We were in Mr. Shaw's house and Dean, Sam, and I were asking him questions about the attack. But…he wasn't being very cooperative.
"Look ranger, I don't know why you're askin' me about this. It's public record; I was a kid. My parents got mauled by a…"
"Grizzly? That's what attacked them?" Sam interrupted him. Mr. Shaw paused and then he nodded. It was so obvious that he didn't believe his own story.
"The other people that went missing that year…those bear attacks too? What about all the people that went missing this year? Same thing? If we knew what we were dealing with, we might be able to stop it," Dean tried to reason with the man.
"I seriously doubt that. Anyways, I don't see what difference it would make. You wouldn't believe me, nobody ever did," He shook his head, I laughed without humor inwardly. Just try us.
"Mr. Shaw, what did you see?" I said as I looked into his eyes.
"Nothing. It moved too fast to see, it hid too well. I heard it though, a roar, like…no man or animal I ever heard," He told me.
"It came at night?" Sam questioned. Mr. Shaw just nodded.
"Got inside your tent?" Sam asked again.
"It got inside our cabin. I was sleepin' in front of the fireplace when it came in. It didn't smash a window or break the door, it unlocked it. Do you know of a bear that could do something like that? I didn't even wake up till I heard my parents screaming," He explained.
"It killed them?" Sam asked the man for the last time.
"Dragged them off into the night. Why it left me alive…have been askin' myself that ever since. Did leave me this though," He opened his shirt and on his chest right there were three huge scars that were made by some sort of three huge claws. I shuddered; that must have hurt like a bitch. "There's something evil in those woods. It was some sort of a demon" He concluded.
"Thank you, Mr. Shaw," I thanked him, and then we stood up and walked to the door.
We got in the car and Dean started the Impala. "Okay, obviously it's something smart and big. It hunts at night too so we can't go now, I say we find a motel, get some sleep and then we go kill this thing tomorrow, what do you say?" Dean gave us a side glance. I looked over at Sam and he looked at me; I knew he wanted to go find dad, but Dean had a point.
"Yeah, sounds good. I could use a few hours shut eye and so do you, Sam," I commented on the dark circle under his eyes.
"I'm good, stop worrying about me," Sam reassured me but I could see it, his hazel eyes. He was hurting, and I was desperate to help him. For once, I had to care of Sammy. I was suddenly reminded of a past where Sam's job was always to take care of me.
Flashback:
No POV:
"Daddy, please, I want to go with you. I can help you," Eight-year-old Lexi said. She had small tears running down from her eyes, and it broke John's heart to see her like this; but he knew it was for her own safety.
"Lex, you know you can't come. You'll get hurt," John looked away from her eyes, she was using the puppy dog look and he couldn't say no to that. "Lexi, you like staying with Sammy, he'll play with you," He looked back at Lex and she looked like a kicked puppy. He decided to head out to the car and let Dean handle it.
"Dean, I'm going, you have two minutes, okay?" John looked at his oldest son.
"Yes, sir," Dean replied back.
"Sammy, you know the rules, right?" John made sure.
"Yes, dad; salt the door and all the windows, make sure the door is locked; don't go out until you're back, and take care of Lexi," Sam as he walked to Lex and held her against him. The silent sobs were shaking her tiny body.
"Good job, bye Sammy," John left out the door and Lexi ran after him but before she could reach the door, Dean stepped in front of her, blocking her path. He crouched down so he can look into her eyes. He always thought her eyes were beautiful, their dad said she got them from her mom.
"Lex, please stop crying," Dean wiped her tears but it was useless, more were falling onto her cheeks. "Look, once we come back, I'll take you out for ice-cream, and you can have as many cones as you want," Dean offered. Lex looked up at him, thinking over his suggestion, after a couple more seconds, she finally nodded. "Okay," Dean smiled at her, and then pointed to his cheek. She gave him a sloppy kiss; after that Dean stood up; waved to Sam and was out the door.
Once Lexi heard the door slam, she started crying again. The sobs were so hard that she would have fell if it wasn't for Sam holding her from behind. She turned around and hugged Sam's stomach. He wrapped his arms around her and rubbed her back soothingly.
"Shhh, Lexi, it's going to be okay, they're going to come back faster than you think." Sam tried to think of anything to distract her. "Come on, let's go eat something. Would you like some cereal?" Sam asked her, he knew it was one of the few things Lexi liked to eat. She looked up at Sam and nodded her head.
They held hands and went to the kitchen; Sam put her in the chair and wiped her tears. "Don't cry, okay?" She nodded her head and looked down.
Sam got out their favorite cereal, Lucky Charms, and poured some in two bowls. He poured himself some milk, but he didn't pour any for Lexi, she liked it dry. He took the bowls, two spoons, and sat down at the table. They both ate their bowls silently, Sam knew Lexi was still upset but he also knew that she'll pretend she's fine and wouldn't want to talk about the problem again.
Sam finished his bowl first and he pushed it aside; when Lexi saw that he was finished, she too pushed her bowl aside even though it was only half done. She got up and left the kitchen to go sleep. Sam followed her and when he saw her climbing the bed, he chose to sleep too. He locked the door, checked all the salt lines then he went to Lexi's bed. He tucked her in and kissed her forehead.
"Goodnight, Lex," Sam told her.
"Night, Sammy," Sam closed the lights but before he could sleep, he heard sobs again and he sighed. He felt really sad that he couldn't get Lex to stop crying. He got out from his own bed and got into Lexi's. He pulled the covers over the both of them and pulled Lex into his side.
"Shhh Lexi, go to sleep, everything will be okay, I promise," Sam whispered, instantly he felt Lexi relax into him and he smiled.
Soon they both were sleeping but Lexi had a smile on her face knowing she always will have Sam to comfort her.
I snapped back to the present when I felt the car jerk into a stop, we were in front of a motel. We got out and headed towards the front desk, there was an old guy there with tattoos all over his arm, he was fat and bulky; the kinda guy you'd find in bars.
"We need a room please," Dean asked the guy.
"Sorry, no vacancy," The guy popped his gum.
"But the 'no vacancy' sign isn't turned on," Sam stated. Dean looked back at the parking lot and back at the guy. The guy pressed a button and popped his gum again. That gum was annoying the hell out of me.
"It is now," The guy replied. I put on my best puppy look…
"Listen, my brothers are very tired and they would like to rest," I pouted. "If you could give us a room, I would appreciate it very much," I jutted out my lip and leaned across the desk. The man's eyes instantly traveled down; I repressed a shudder. "Please," I could feel Dean's hand clinch into a fist at the end of my shirt and pulled a little. I knew Dean enough to know that that meant enough. Thankfully, I didn't need to convince him anymore.
He checked some sort of list and then handed me a key. "Here you go, sweet cheeks," I smiled and paid him then left; I had to pull Sam and Dean away from the glaring contest between them and the guy.
Just before I stepped out the door the man called out to me. "Miss, your paper fell," I looked back at him and saw a piece of paper dangling from his hands. What the hell? That wasn't mine. I walked back to him anyways and took it. He winked at me. I still didn't get—
Oh, right. Now I understood. I went outside to Dean and Sam, and they were giving me a glare. I shrugged innocently. I opened the piece of paper but before I could read it, it was snatched from me. "Hey!" I exclaimed at Dean. He was reading the paper.
He took out his lighter and lit the piece of paper on fire. I laughed. "You know, you could have just thrown it in the garbage," I chuckled; we were climbing up the stairs now.
"Not good enough," Dean disagreed. I shook my head at his protectiveness. "Okay, now that that is over. Spirits and demons don't have to unlock doors. If they want inside they just go through the walls," I instantly went back to hunter mode.
"So it's probably something else, something corporeal," Sam said.
"Corporeal? Excuse me professor," Dean looked over at Sam.
"Shut up. So what do you think?" Sam asked us.
"The claws, the speed that it moves, could be a skin walker, maybe a black dog. Whatever we're talking about, we're talking about a creature and it's corporeal. Which means we can kill it," Dean and Sam stood in front of each other. I snatched the room keys and opened the door. There were two beds, a table, and a TV; and it was still a cheap motel room like all the others that I've spent my life in. I dumped my duffel bag on the floor. Took out my PJ's and went inside the bathroom and locked the door. I took my clothes off and opened the water in the shower.
When it was warm enough, I stepped into the shower. I washed my hair and the familiar smell of my shampoo calmed me down and soon I was sleepy. I will never understand how my shampoo and water can make me drowsy in an instant. I got out, dried myself, and changed into boxer shorts and a top. I brushed my blond hair and let it fall around my face.
I got out of the bathroom to see that Dean was already sleeping; Sam on the other hand looked pissed. "What's wrong, Sammy?" I went to him and sat on his lap, he put one arm around me so I wouldn't fall.
"Dean isn't going to try to talk Hailey out of looking for her brother in the woods. I mean it's dangerous," Sam ranted. I smoothed down his hair, it always calmed him down.
"Sammy, it's her brother, she's not going to sit around. So she's safer with us than alone," I reasoned with him.
"I know, it's just—"
"Sam, what's this really about?" I interrupted him; he looked down and then looked back at me. The pain in his eyes almost made me cry. "Listen Sam, we are going to kill Jessica's killer. But you have to stop torturing yourself over this. It wasn't your fault," I ran my fingers through his hair and he relaxed. "Let's go to sleep," I got off his lap and forced him to go to bed. The black circles under his eyes were just getting worse.
I lied down on the bed that Dean wasn't occupying. Now that Sam was back with us, I had to share beds again. Sam took his shoes off and lied down. I pulled the covers over us. "Night, Sammy," I closed my eyes.
"Lex?" Sam asked. I turned around and looked at him.
"Yeah?"
"Thanks you know, for taking care of us and stuff," He smiled.
"No chick flick moments," I grinned back. He kicked me with his leg. "Ow! Don't do that Sammy, you're not ten anymore, it hurts now you know," I was laughing though, and then I got serious. "Everything is gonna be okay Sammy, I promise." Sam nodded to me and then we both turned around and went to sleep. But the whole time, I had a bad feeling about tomorrow.
We pulled in front of the woods, where we saw Hailey, Ben, and another old guy; I figured he was the guide. I just shrugged and got out of the car. We were about to hike a lot so I wore jean shorts that had Sam and Dean shouting at me to go change, but I just ignored them. I had on my safety boots, they were my favorite.
"You guys got room for three more?" Dean asked them; but it wasn't like they could say no to us.
"Wait, you want to come with us?" Hailey asked.
"Who are these people?" The guy asked Hailey.
"Apparently this is all the park service could muster up for search and rescue," Hailey sighed.
"You're rangers?" The guy asked like we were dirt or something; I already didn't like the guy.
"That's right," Dean grinned at the man.
"And you're hiking out in biker boots and jeans?" Hailey asked sarcastically.
"Well sweetheart, I don't do shorts," Dean smirked at her.
"What, you think this is funny? Its dangerous backcountry out there, her brother might be hurt," The guy questioned.
"No shit, Sherlock," I snapped. When everyone turned to look at me, I realized that I said it out loud. Ooops! My bad. "I mean, uhh…believe me, I know how dangerous this could get. We just wanna help her find her brother, that's all," I smiled at them.
"Roy, you said you did a little hunting," Dean asked the guy I hated. We were still hiking, jeez, it was like you finish the woods, you find more woods, and with Roy; it was a long hike.
"Yeah, probably mice," I made fun; Roy here since he started the hike, he wouldn't stop fuckin' talking 'bout himself. Sam was walking next to me; I felt him nudge me, when I looked at him, he gave me a thumbs up. He didn't like the guy either.
"Yeah, more than a little," Roy said after he gave me a glare. I scoffed.
"Uhh…what kind of furry critters do you hunt?" Dean tried to hide his smile.
"Mostly buck sometimes bear," Roy said smugly.
"Tell me, uh…Bambi or Yogi ever hunt you back?" Dean joked; out of nowhere, Roy grabbed Dean. I instantly took a step towards them. "Whatcha doin' Roy?"
Roy put a stick into a bear trap. "You should watch where you're stepping…ranger," The guy mocked Dean.
"It's a bear trap," Dean stated.
We quickly got over the situation and started hiking again. Suddenly out of nowhere, Hailey got suspicious.
"You didn't pack any provisions. You guys are carrying a duffel bag. You're not rangers so who the hell are you?" She nearly screamed at us. Gosh, calm down woman, it's not like we are the murders.
"Sam and I are brothers and Lex is our sister, and we're looking for our father. He might be here, we don't know. I just figured that you and me, we're in the same boat," Dean clarified to her.
"Why didn't you just tell me that from the start?" She asked Dean. Sam and I went a little away from them, giving very little privacy.
"I'm telling you now. Besides it's probably the most honest I've ever been with a woman. Ever," I cleared my throat really loudly. Dean paused and then sighed. "Besides my obnoxious sister; so we okay?" He asked her, I grinned proudly. Coming from Dean, I took that as a compliment.
"Yeah, okay," Hailey smiled.
"And what do you mean I didn't pack provisions?" Dean pulled out a big bag of M&M's.
"DEAN! That's mine," I screamed at him; it wasn't mine but I was going to take it.
"No it's not, it's mine and you're NOT taking any," He shouted back; he started running with the bag of heavenly chocolate. I threw my duffel bag to Sam and chased Dean for the bag of M&M's.
"This is it…Blackwater Ridge," Roy mumbled. I raised a thumbs up in acknowledgement because I couldn't speak. I was stuffing my face with M Dean and I have been ever since we called truce, don't even ask why.
"What coordinates do we have?" Sam asked Roy.
He pulled out his GPS, "35-111."
"You hear that?" I asked Dean and Sam.
"Yeah, not even crickets," Sam said.
"I'm gonna take a look around," Roy said; here we go.
"You shouldn't go off by yourself," Sam warned Roy.
"That's sweet…don't worry about me," Roy told Sam sarcastically.
"Alright everybody stay together. Let's go," Dean said.
"Hailey, over here," Roy called out to Hailey. She went where Roy was; Dean, Sam, and I followed her and what we saw would have made anyone cry.
We saw, probably Tommy's, campsite; the tents were torn and blood was everywhere. "Oh my god," Hailey muttered. I felt bad for her; I mean for all we know, her brother might be dead.
"Looks like a grizzly," Roy stated and honestly with all the claw marks, it does look like a grizzly except that it wasn't. I started looking around for anything that could lead us to the killer.
"Tommy?" Hailey took off her backpack and started calling for her brother. "Tommy?"
"Shhh," Sam shushed her.
"Tommy?"
"Shhhhh," Sam tried harder.
"Why?"
"Something might still be out there," Sam reasoned with her.
"Sam! Lexi," Dean called for us, he was kneeling down by the ground looking at something. Sam and I walked over to him. "The bodies were dragged from the campsite. But here the tracks just vanish. That's weird. I'll tell you what…that's no skin walker or black dog," Dean stated. So if it wasn't a black dog or a skin walker, that just leaves…but that's not possible, I mean there was never any record of them ever being here.
I looked back at the others and I saw Hailey pick up a phone that was broken and had blood all over it. Hailey started crying; I felt bad for her.
"Hey, he could still be alive," Dean tried to comfort Hailey.
"Help! Help!" We heard someone and we all ran a little ways away from the campsite. When we reached where the voice was coming from; there was nothing but trees.
"It seemed like it was coming from around here, didn't it?" We all looked at each other.
"Everybody back to camp," Sam said in a hurry. We ran back to camp and we all came to halt. Everything was trashed and destroyed. Well, that's just great. All of our supplies were missing.
"Our packs," Hailey said shocked.
"So much for my GPS and my satellite phone," Roy mumbled; right because when the thing hunted us at night, Roy over there was going to start looking for a signal to call for help; well, good luck finding a signal from the thing's stomach.
"What the hell is going on?" Hailey asked us.
"It's smart. It wants to cut us off so we can't call for help," Sam explained what we already knew.
"You mean some one some nut job out there just stole all our gear?" Roy asked sarcastically.
"I need to speak with you…in private," Sam motioned for me and Dean. We looked at each other and walked away from them into the woods. "Good. Let me see dad's journal," Dean pulled out the journal from an inside pocket in his jacket. He handed it to Sam. "Alright, check that out," Sam pulled open a page and showed us a picture of the shadow from the video and the drawing of a creature in the journal. He put them together; they were really close.
"Oh come on, Wendigos are in the Minnesota woods or northern Michigan. I've never even heard of one this far west," Dean said to Sam. I shook my head.
"Sam's right, Dean; it's the only explanation," I told him. "I mean think about it Dean, the claws, the way it can mimic a human voice," I stated the facts that I knew about Wendigos.
"Great," Dean said sarcastically then he pulled out his pistol. "Well, then this useless." Sam handed Dean back the journal.
"We gotta get these people to safety," Sam said to us then he walked back to where everybody was. "All right listen up, time to go. Things have gotten more…complicated," Sam announced to Ben, Hailey, and Roy.
"What?" Hailey asked us.
"Kid, don't worry, whatever's out there, I think I can handle it," Roy muttered to Sam and then went back to whatever he was doing.
"It's not me I'm worried about; if you shoot this thing you're just gonna make it mad. We have to leave now," Sam tried again.
"One you're talking nonsense, two you're in no position to give anybody orders," Roy stood up to Sam. This was going to turn into a fight fast.
"Relax," Dean shouted from where he was; but no one gave much thought.
"We never should have let you come out here in the first place, alright? I'm trying to protect you," Sam said to the man. Roy walked over to him and I sub-consciously stood a little closer to Sam.
"You protect me? I was hunting these woods when your mommy was still kissing you goodnight," Roy snapped back at Sam.
"Yeah? It's a damn near perfect hunter. It's smarter than you, and it's gonna hunt you down and eat you alive unless we get your stupid sorry ass out of here," Sam mouthed him off. I silently cheered him on. Roy laughed at Sam.
"Yeah? You ever hunt a win—" Sam started to say but Roy pushed him mid-sentence. Out of nowhere, I felt pure black rage creep in. I stood in front of Sam.
"Back Off!" I pushed him.
What I meant was to make him stumble back a little but for him to go crashing back was a little surprised. Where the hell did that strength come from? Thank god before I could do anything else; Dean intervened.
"Chill out," Dean shouted. He pushed me and Sam back, away from Roy, I wanted to run back to him and punch his face till he died; but I kept holding on to the tight control that I could feel slipping. I turned around and when I couldn't see him anymore, I could control myself again. I calmed down enough to focus on Sam and Dean.
"Are you okay, Lex?" They were both giving me weird looks.
"Yeah, I'm fine," I told them. "Really, I am."
"It's getting late. This thing is a good hunter in the day, but an unbelievable hunter at night. We'll never beat it, not in the dark. We need to settle in and protect ourselves. Just how?" Dean concluded.
I walked away from the campsite and sat by a rock; I could still see them just fine but I was out of ear-shot. I wanted sometime to think to myself.
What the hell happened back there? It wasn't normal, the sudden rush of anger that was inside of me or the strength that ran through my muscles. Sure, I was stronger than the average girl my age, but I wasn't strong enough to send him flying. It was like, he pushed Sammy, and all I could think about was hurting him back. I shuddered; I didn't like him but I didn't want to hurt him.
I starred out at the fire that they started and time just sort of flied by. I could see Sam and Dean looking at me every once in a while to make sure I was okay. I gave them a smile each time but inside I didn't feel like smiling. We were exactly where the coordinates said; but dad was nowhere in sight.
By now, it was night time; the sky was dark and the bonfire around camp was flaming high. As I gazed at the fire, I made an odd assumption. Fire was a deadly thing yet with the simplest thing, it can die. The fire was a good and bad thing; it killed but it gave us warmth when it was cold. How many of us were like that; humans kill when they don't mean to and—
"What's up, biscuit?" Sam asked me as he came over and sat down at the same rock that I was perched on.
"Nothing, just thinking," I spoke softly, the darkness gave off an eerie silence but I didn't want to break it.
"What are you thinking about?" Sam tried again.
"Just stuff," I murmured. Sam nudged with a smile; then he just sat in the silence with me. I could see Dean drawing something in the ground; I figured they were Anasazi symbols. I just watched him work; when he was done. He walked over to us.
"Okay, so one of you wanna tell me what's goin on in that freaky head of yours?" Dean said as he sat in front of us. He looked in my eyes but I just looked away.
"Dean…" Sam warned.
"No you're not fine; both of you aren't. You're like a powder keg man," Dean turned to Sam. "It's not like you. I'm supposed to be the belligerent one, remember? And you," Dean turned back to me and pointed. "What's going on with you lately? You do a good job at pretending that everything is okay but that act doesn't work on me. I know you better than anyone in this entire world." Dean finished. I looked down, suddenly very interested in the patch of grass at the edge of my boots.
"Dad's not here. I mean that much we know for sure, right? He would have left us a message, a sign, right?" Sam said when he realized I wasn't going to say anything.
"Yeah, you're probably right. To tell you the truth I don't think dad's ever been to Lost Creek," I nodded at Dean; there is no any sign of dad ever being here.
"Then let's get these people back to town and let's hit the road, go find dad. I mean why are we still here?" Sam asked us, but the three of us knew that we couldn't do that.
"This is why," He held up dad's journal. "…this book. This is dad's single most valuable possession everything he knows about every evil thing is in here. And he's passed it on to us, I think he wants us to pick up where he left off, you know saving people, hunting things. The family business," Dean said to us.
"That makes no sense. Why doesn't he just call us? Why doesn't he tell us what he wants; tell us where he is?" Sam questioned us like we held all the answers.
"I dunno. But the way I see it, dad's giving us a job to do and I intend to do it," Dean declared.
"Dean, dad didn't give us that journal so we can pick up where he left off," I looked at Sam and Dean. "Sam has a point, why doesn't dad just call us? Dean, he knew once that he went missing, disappearing to wherever, we would tear this country down looking for him," I told them what I was thinking all along. "Dad, gave us that journal so he can throw us off his trail, get distracted."
Sam and Dean both looked at me in shock; guess they didn't get to the same conclusion that I did. I could practically hear the wheels in their head turning, and when I saw the determination in their eyes to go find dad, I gently stopped them.
"Guys, before you could do anything; think this through. Why the hell would dad throw his own kids away from him, huh? Did you ever stop and think that whatever dad is doing might be very dangerous to us. This isn't a game and I say until we know for sure what is going on, we should just do what dad wants us to do. This isn't like dad; he wouldn't just up and leave without so much as an explanation if it wasn't something serious."
"Lexi, no. I gotta find dad. I gotta find Jessica's killer. It's the only thing I can think about," Sam grumbled. I gently shook my head.
"Ok, alright, Sam we'll find them, I promise. Listen to me, if Lex is right then you've gotta prepare yourself. I mean this search could take a while, and all that anger, you can't keep it burning over the long haul, it's gonna kill you. You gotta have patience, man," Dean rationalized. "Lex, if you are right about dad, then that means we have to find him," When I started protesting, he quickly continued. "We find him but not without knowing what the fuck is going on. Don't forget Lex, that he might be hurt somewhere." Dean reminded me, and just like that all rationalism flew out the window and worry flooded in. I wanted to find dad as soon as possible.
"How do you do it? How does dad do it?" Sam asked Dean quietly. I saw how sad he looked; I threw my arm around his shoulders and leaned my head against him. He smiled at me.
"Well, for one… them," Dean looked over at Hailey and Ben who were still sitting across the fire. "I mean I figure our family's so screwed to hell; maybe we can help some others. Makes things a little more bearable; I'll tell you what else helps. Killing as many sons of bitches as I possibly can," Dean punched Sam's shoulder softly. "And of course, that tiny girl leaning against you over here," Dean smiled at me. "She's good to talk to you when she's not cranky," I stuck my tongue out at him.
"I am not tiny or cranky, I like my body, thank you very much," I glared at them; they both ruffled my hair… and they wonder why I never let it down.
"Help me! Please! Help!" We heard someone shout. We all ran to the fire inside the circle of symbols.
"He's trying to draw us out. Just stay cool, stay put, inside the magic circle," Dean calmed Hailey and Ben down.
"Help! Help me!" We heard the voice again.
"Ok that's no grizzly," Roy said; oh, now he realizes that this isn't a grizzly? Seriously?
"Ok, you'll be all right I promise," Hailey reassured Ben.
We heard a scream. "It's here," Sam said.
Suddenly, Roy shot at it several times. "I hit it," He said proudly, Sam, Dean, and I were about to slap him. Roy though didn't give us a second glance. He stepped out of the circle and started going towards where we shot it.
Roy, no! Roy!" Dean shouted after him; then he turned to Hailey and Ben. "Don't move," Sam and I were already after Roy and after a few seconds Dean caught up to us.
We caught up to Roy but when I took a step towards him, both Dean's and Sam's hand reached out to block out my path.
"It's over here! It's in the tree!" Roy said to us; when he was close enough to the tree though something reached down and snapped his neck.
"Roy!" We all flinched when we heard the crack but we couldn't do anything about so quickly we ran back to Hailey and Ben.
When Hailey started to ask us about Roy, we just shook our heads.
Sam, Dean, and I were standing in front of Hailey and Ben trying to explain what happened yesterday with Ben.
"I don't…I mean these types of things they aren't supposed to be real," Hailey said in a soft voice.
"I wish I could tell you different," Dean told her sadly.
"How do we know it's not out there watching us?" She asked us warily.
"We don't. But we're safe for now," Dean assured them both.
"How do you know about this stuff?" Hailey questioned us.
"Kind of runs in the family," I told her sheepishly.
"Hey. So we've got half a chance in the daylight. And I, for one, want to kill this evil son of a bitch," Sam spoke out.
"Me too," I declared.
"Well, hell, you know I'm in," Dean told us.
"Wendigo is a –Indian word. It means evil that devours," Sam turned back to Hailey to explain.
"They're hundreds of years old. Each one was once a man. Sometimes an Indian, other times a frontiersman or a miner or a hunter," Dean clarified.
"How does a man turn into one of those things?" Hailey asked wanting to know.
"Well, it's always the same. During some harsh winter a guy finds himself starving, cut off from supplies or help. Becomes a cannibal to survive, eating other members of his tribe or camp," I verified more to Hailey.
"Like the Donnor Party," Ben stated. I looked at him, impressed.
"Cultures all over the world believe that eating human flesh gives a person certain abilities. Speed, strength, immortality," Sam listed some of the man ones.
"If you eat enough of it, over years, you become this less than human thing. You're always hungry," Dean said to them.
"So if that's true, how can Tommy still be alive?" Hailey nearly cried. The three of us looked at each other.
"You're not gonna like it," I told her matter-of-factly.
"Tell me," She demanded.
"More than anything, a wendigo knows how to last long winters without food. It hibernates for years at a time, but when it's awake it keeps its victims alive. It uh, stores them, so it can feed whenever it wants. If your brother's alive it's keeping him somewhere dark, hidden and safe. We gotta track it back there," I finished, she looked a little green but she was strong; she could take it. I wasn't so sure about Ben though.
"And then how do we stop it?" She asked one last time.
"Well, guns are useless so are knives, basically," Dean pulled out a can of lighter fluid. "We gotta torch the sucker." She nodded and we took off through the woods.
We walked in the direction that the wendigo came from last night. Soon, we were passing trees with claw marks on them and blood.
"Dean. Lex," Sam called out to us.
"What is it?" Dean asked as we came over to Sam. He motioned around us and when we looked out; we saw the trees that we were surrounded by. The branches were broken and all of them had blood and claw marks on them.
"You know…I was thinking…those claw prints…so clear and distinct, they were almost too easy to follow," Sam said just as we heard a loud growl. We all backed up near each other. I looked over at Sam. "You couldn't have realized that a little earlier." When I looked over at Hailey to make sure she was okay, I saw something red drip onto her shirt. She realized that too and when we looked up; Roy's dead body was going to drop right at her, but she rolled out of the way in time for the body to fall on the ground. Hailey let out a really loud scream.
Sam ran to Hailey. "You okay?"
"His neck's broke. Okay run, run, run, run, go, go!" Dean told us. We took off running away from where Roy's body was.
We ran and Hailey was fast for someone like her; I looked back to see Ben on the floor with Dean and Sam helping him up. I turned back around to see a tree right in front of us. I motioned for Hailey to go left and when I looked back, I couldn't see anyone from the boys anymore.
Hailey let out a scream and when I turned around to see what was wrong; I was met with a very ugly looking skeleton-like thing. I could see Hailey unconscious on the floor and I knew I couldn't leave her here. So I just fake-fainted. I dropped to the floor and stayed very still. Like I hoped it would, the wendigo slug me over its shoulder and I contained my shudder insider me. It started walking and I very sneakily threw M&M's on the ground as we walked from my pocket.
But apparently, I wasn't sneaky enough because it caught me moving. It dropped Hailey and me, and I cursed inwardly.
He took me by my arm and threw me against a tree. When I shook my head to clear the pain, it grabbed me by my arm again and threw against the opposite tree. It was too painful for me to move anymore. So I just lied down on the dirty ground. I was trying to breathe through the pain like my dad taught me when he grabbed me by my hair and pounded my head against the floor till I could feel blood run down my face, I whimpered then soon after I was unconscious.
There was something tugging against my arm and when I looked up; I saw both of my hands tied up to the ceiling. I grimaced as pain shot from the beginning to the end of my body as I tried to get my hands out of the rope. When my wrists started getting bloody, I stopped; it wasn't like the rope was giving away, anyways.
I looked around and saw Hailey in the same situation as me except she was unconscious and when I looked around more, I saw skeletons all over the place and tied to the ceiling was a guy that I suspected was Tommy.
"Tommy?" I tried to wake him. "Tommy?" I called out to him again.
"Wha—"
"It's okay, my name is Lexi and Hailey is right here," I nodded towards the unconscious girl. He looked at her and then looked back at me. I could tell he was too tired to talk. "Listen, my brothers are looking for us right now and they'll find us, okay?" Tommy just nodded at me.
I looked around and all I saw was skeletons over skeletons on the ground. I just wished that Sam and Dean would hurry up. I heard the floorboards squeak above and quickly tried to fake 'unconsciousness'.
There was a loud crash and then three people fell through the ceiling; it was Dean, Sam, and Ben. I sighed in relief.
"Lex!" Sam and Dean said at the same time. I could see Ben go over to Hailey but since my brothers were here I could relax, everything starting hurting. I tried to go the numb state that I was in a few seconds ago but I think my spinal cord was broken.
"Hey, you okay?" Sam asked me; he was in my eyesight, Dean was cutting the rope that was tying my hands. I winced when Sam tried to lift me.
"Yeah," They got me down but it was hard for me to put my legs on the floor. When Dean braced me and then let me go; I fell against Sam.
"Are you sure you're okay?" Dean asked me this time. I could see feel my face go into a grimace from the pain but I just played it off.
"Yeah. Yep, where is he?" I asked them.
"He's gone for now," Sam assured me.
"Tommy," Hailey whimpered when she saw him still hung up. Tommy suddenly lifted his head and Hailey screamed, frightened, then she got over her fear quickly and ordered Sam and Dean to get him down.
They cut him, Ben and Hailey supported his weight. I heard Hailey whisper to her brother. "We're gonna get you home."
I saw Dean load a gun in the corner and I walked over to him. "Check it out," He said to me and Sam.
"Flare guns…those'll work," I smirked; I couldn't wait to kill it. Dean laughed and twirled the gun. The six of us headed down a tunnel with Hailey and Ben supporting Tommy in the middle, we heard the wendigo growl.
"Looks like someone is home for supper," Dean said sarcastically.
"We'll never outrun it," Hailey muttered in a small voice. She looked at us like we had all the answers. A moment passed with us all thinking of something. Quickly, Dean looked back at us.
"You thinking what I'm thinking?" Dean asked Sam.
"Yeah, I think so," Sam looked back at Ben, Hailey, and Tommy to make sure that they would be able to follow whatever plan they had in mind.
Dean turned to Hailey and Ben. "All right, listen to me; stay with Sam, he's gonna get you out of here,"
"What are you gonna do?" Hailey asked Dean worriedly.
Dean just winked at her, smiled, and started walking forward. "Chow time, you freaky bastard! Yeah, that's right, bring it on baby, I'm feelin' good," I chuckled at what he was saying but soon winced when I felt my injuries. Sam noticed and put his arm around my waist to support my weight. I smiled gratefully at him.
I could still hear Dean's voice yelling but I couldn't make out what he was saying anymore. "All right come on. Hurry!" Sam rushed us down a tunnel that hopefully will lead us outside. Hailey and Ben, half-carrying Tommy, followed behind.
Suddenly we could hear Dean again. "Hey! Hey you want some white meat bitch! I'm right here!"
We heard the wendigo growl somewhere from around us and I instantly knew we weren't going to outrun it. Sam took his arm from around me and pulled out his gun. "Get him outta here."
"Sam, no," Hailey argued.
"Go! Go!" Hailey got the point and helped Ben haul Tommy out of the cave. Sam looked down the tunnel but didn't see anything. "Come on. Come on," Sam said.
"Sam!" I shouted at him when I saw the wendigo; it growled and Sam turned around to see it right in his face. He shot at it only to miss, he ran towards us and we all ran.
"Sam! Shoot it!" I nearly screamed at Sam when I saw the wendigo practically stepping on the backs of our shoes.
"Come on, hurry, hurry, hurry," Sam pushed me even closer to Hailey. When he saw it gaining on us even more, he pushed us at a wall. "Get behind me." His blocked us with his body.
The wendigo walked towards us and let out a loud roar.
Out of nowhere, Dean came up behind the wendigo and got it's attention. "Hey!" The wendigo turned around and Dean shot him with a flare gun. It landed in his stomach and it burst into flames from the inside. "Not bad, huh?" Dean asked with a smug grin and honestly he earned it. I put my hand out for Dean and he pounded my fist. Maybe a little too hard.
"Ow," I held my fist to my chest and all of the bruises on my body starting hurting again.
"Sorry."
We were outside the ranger station; the policemen and ambulance were busy doing their jobs. I was sitting on the edge of the ambulance with one of the paramedics were cleaning my cuts and stuff. I could hear Hailey and Dean talking.
"So I don't know how to thank you," I heard Hailey talking and I peered to see them; Dean was just starring at her. "Must you cheapen the moment?" Hailey asked him, I laughed.
"Yeah."
"You riding with your brother?" I heard a woman ask Hailey and I figured it was time for us to go.
"Yeah," I jumped down and watched as Hailey put her arm around Ben. "Let's go." Sam was sitting down on the hood of the car; Ben nodded at him. I saw Hailey kiss Dean on his cheek. I wolf-whistled at them and they turned around to see coming towards them. I saw Sam cover his laugher through a cough.
Hailey turned to me and smiled. "I hope you find your father," I could see pity in her eyes. I smiled back.
"Yeah, me too," I told her honestly.
"Thanks Sam," Hailey told him and them left to the ambulance. The got in and the van drove off. I walked to the Impala's hood and sat on it.
"Man, I hate camping," I commented randomly.
"Me too," Sam and Dean both spoke together.
"You guys know we're gonna find dad, right?" Dean asked us. I nodded and leaned my head on his shoulder; sleep was calling my name.
"Yeah I know…but in the mean time…I'm driving," Sam looked at Dean wanting for the keys. Dean looked at him for a second and then tossed him the keys; we got in the car and I lay down on the backseat while Sam drove off.
"Hey guys?" I spoke up. They both mmm'd in answer.
"Wake me up when we get there," I told them. Dean turned in his seat to look at me but I just shook my head. He knew that's not what I was going to ask, and he was right.
The other question was: Will we ever find dad?