"Why don't you talk to me?" Billie asked his younger sister as he closed the trunk of his car in a loud noise.
"Because I have nothing to say." Livia simply replied, her arms crossed over her chest, sitting in the passenger's seat.
Billie rolled his eyes subtly and got inside the car, behind the wheel, before to start it. He adored his sister. Even before their parents died, they were already extremely close, but now they're even closer, especially since they are each other's only family.
Their rebel side had exhausted both their parents. They thought Livia was simply imitating her brother, but in fact, they were so alike it was almost scary. When their parents died, Livia had decided to dye her hair blond and add pink stripes on it. To her, it was some sort of honor for them, but everyone thought she was trying to confront them, even in death. Only Billie really understood her, and she didn't care about anyone else's point of view.
"You've been acting weird for the past month." Billie pointed, parking the car in front of a graveyard. "Ever since the Winchester's have left."
"Billie, I love you." Livia replied, hitting the flashlight on her palm to make it work. "But you shouldn't go there."
"I just thought..."
"It's private business." his siter cut him.
He remained silent as he got out of the car, taking the shovel in the trunk and following her. She pushed the large metal doors and got inside, leading and lighting the way.
"What have you found?"
He decided to push away the serious discussion before Livia would get mad at him. At some point, she'd come around, he knew it, but he hoped it was sooner than later. He didn't like to see his sister act this way. She was secretive, but her sadness emanated from everything she did and said. He had not seen her act this way since their parents passed away, and she was bitter than usual, which was saying a lot. Her constant mood swings surprised Billie every time. She was always softer with him, like she couldn't really be angry at him, but recently she was acting differently, and Billie was worried. There was something going on with his sister. He was determined to find out what, but at the same time, he didn't want to invade her privacy, something she was extremely touched about.
"Two different deaths in the past two weeks." she explained. "It seems like some sort of spirit is killing his family. Something about a secret gate being open by one of them."
"What was inside?" Billie's curiosity made him wonder.
"No idea. But that's not important." she expressed. "Let's kill this damn thing and go back home."
"So you can curl up in your bed and cry."
It was something anyone else would just have thought, but Billie was not shy with his sister, and she easily sent it back. They were always honest with each other... until Dean and Sam had appeared out of the blue.
"Right now, actually, I just want to throw up." she told, rising her nose up in a grimace.
"I make you wanna puke?" Billie asked sarcastically with half a smile.
"Shut up and dig."
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
Most of the time, they would ride silently in Dean's chevy impala, and today was no exception. Sam looked by the window. The night was dark, and the rain was pouring harsh outside, making noise as it hit the car. He sighed, mist forming on the glass and he wiped it with his bare hand.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?"
Sam turned to his brother and frowned.
"What are you talking about?"
He thought he had done a pretty good job at hiding his secret dreams. They were just dreams, after all. He repeated the words inside his head, trying to make himself believe they were true. He used to have visions of people dying, and they had ended up being premonitions. These dreams, however, seemed more of a product of his imagination, rather than some sort of future events. Perhaps it was guilt invading his veins every time he thought about the night he shared with Livia. Or maybe he just had a hard time to forget this girl, unlike most of the others he met along their journey.
It has already been months, and the feelings had not stopped. They didn't want to leave. Every fiber of his body was still invaded with the emotions and pleasure of that night. Sometimes, he even wonders what would have happened if he had fallen asleep next to her on that cold evening, but things would probably be the same as they are now because in the end he would have left anyway.
Sam turned around to look at his brother, the only person he'd give his life for. He knew he couldn't have left him for a girl.
"I'm talking about the way you're acting." Dean pointed out. "You're in your own world, and although being a lunatic really fits you, you've been acting a little out of it recently. I can't always save your ass."
Sam's lips curled on the left side of his mouth as he shook his head but he didn't reply. They were already at least four states away from Livia, and she was probably back to her normal life as of now. Heck, she was probably not even thinking about him anymore. There was no point in these hopes he had of seeing her again, someday.
"It's that case in the Maine that bothers me." he finally answered,
"So what." Dean sighed. "There was evil, we went there, evil seemed to dissappear. We left. End of."
"But don't you think it's weird?" Sam argued. "We get there, solve the mystery, and when it's time to send it back to hell, it's gone?"
"Okay Shaggy, that is weird. But maybe some other hunters got them before us."
Sam only shrugged and let his head fall on the back of his seat. That was not what was bothering him, and he knew Dean was aware of that, too, but this excuse made his brother stop his interview and focus on the road. Sam looked again by the window, blinking two or three times. He never thought it could be possible, but he wished it would snow at this exact moment, perhaps to get the feeling he had experienced on that night. He knew he wouldn't get it back, though, and he supressed a sigh as his phone started to ring.
"Hey Bobby." he greeted after pushing the talk button. "Okay, thanks."
"An other case?" Dean asked, his eyes not leaving the road this time.
"Yea, in Pennsylvania." Sam replied. "It's only 2 days away."
"Than let's not waste time."