Hey new update im in a not so great mood, but I wont let that keep mea from typing out my story so enjoy.
They drove in silence, no arguments, no yelling. Everything was quiet til Dean wanted to listen to music. All the silent peace was gone. "I don't want to listen to Metallica and neither does Dean." Sam said glaring at John. John glared back through the head veiw mirror, "Dean likes this kind of music," he retorted coldly. "No he doesn't he only listens to this kind of music cause of you!" Sam raged and Dean rubbed his throbbing temple. 'their fighting over music?' Dean thought angerily. "So Dean's suppose to listen to your kind of music Sam-" "Shut-up." Dean said unexpectly "Dean I-" was all John could get out. "Let's just do the hunt alright!" Dean practicly yelled out, and turned to the window looking away in anger and guilt. The Impala was quiet once again.
They reached their destination and stalked up to the house. Dean in front this time slid his back against the wall. Gun steady in his hands. He waited for his Dad to give the go ahead. 'I don't do this job to be Dad's lil soldier I do it because I save people. They don't understand…' Dean thought grimly. He waited but saw that he was pre-occupied, arguing with Sammy. "Guys now's not the-" he didn't finish that sentence. Two boney like hands nabbed him, and praticly threw him inside. 'Strong bitch.' Dean thought looking back at the door, slammed shut. 'Crap.' Dean thought and he could hear Sammy and his father banging on the door. Calling his name. 'Sure now they notice me,' Dean thought sarcasticly."Poor dear, you sacrifice everything for them and they don't even notice you." A raspy voice sounding sad. Dean turn to the direction of the voice and saw the elderly woman. Her hair white and was sticking out everywhere, the clothes she was wearing looked like rags. Skin pale and her eyes were dark blue. "Look lady I'm fine so-" Dean was cut off by the elderly woman, as she continued her rambling. "Poor Dean, always doing what his family asks and getting nothing but pain from them." She said sympathetic. "I odnt need a thing like you taking pity on me." Dean said harshly and rasied his gun to her. She didn't even flinch. "Theres no reason to shoot Dean I'm here to help you." The witch said kindly. "Yeah and how's that?" Dean asked sarcasim reaching his voice. "Like this." She said and blew dust in his face. "Ugh! Dude your breathe is ranking take a breathe mint!" Dean said closing his eyes. When he opened them he was no longer talking to the witch. He was outside, with John and Sam. "Dean!" They both said in usion. "Hey," he said simply.
"Dean are you alright did she do anything?" John asked him sternly, "I'm sorry Dean I should've had your back in there, please tell me your ok!" Sammy pleaded "I'm fine stop with the mother hening act." Dean said getting up, but almost fell over if John hadn't catched him. "Dean!" John and Sam yelled worriedly. "I'm fine, just tired don't need to yell in my ears sheesh." Dean said rubbing them. "Sorry," Sam said while John turned from concerned father to hunter. "Will come back by later, she's expecting us now." John said but before he hauled his kids back in the car he grabbed Dean by the arm and said privatly, "Were going to talk about what happened in there Dean." Dean grimanced at the thought but nodded all the same. "Good now get your ass in the car son." John said and got in the driver's seat. When they reached the motel, Dean on one of the beds like a stone. "You sure your alright Dean?" John asked suspiousasly, Dean nodded and said "Yeah just feel like sleeping." His eyes felt heavey and he drifted to sleep.
That's all for now folks things will get more interesting in the next chappie!
Dean: don't spoil
Me: I wasn't going to!
Sam: yeah right
Me: -sticks tongue at Sam-
John: Sam be nice she is the one writing the story-glances nervously at her-
Me: don't worry John in this fic the only person who gets stuff happening to him is Dean
Dean: HEY!
Sam n John: Please review or she'll take her saddness on us….