When we got back to Bobby's, Dean was waiting With him, angry expressions plastered on each of their faces.
Dean look at me, then to Sam. "What the hell was that?" he yelled.
Bobby joined in, "We didn't even know where you were going!"
I had just gotten out on the car and was holding onto Sam's arm for support since me ankle couldn't bear weight. He started to talk to Dean. "It came true. Her premonition! I wasn't going to stand there and take that chance!"
Dean gave Sam and me a disapproving look but shrugged it off since we you know saved someone.
Bobby noticed my ankle. "Are you okay?"
"I sprained my ankle and my ribs hurt a bit but an hour of ice and rest should do it. I walk inside and fall asleep. It's one in the afternoon. I need exercise and food. I carefully place my foot onto the ground. I stand up and it feels normal. Good. I hate being hurt, and feeling weak and vulnerable.
I go to the fridge to get some food. strawberries. yum. I grab a bowl and wash them. Then i head outside to eat in peace. Sam follows me. So much for eating in peace. I continue to eat as he comes up next to me.
"So, strawberries huh? They are a personal favorite of mine."
"I smile. Yea, they were Kayla's favorites."
"Kayla?"
Crap. I really don't want someone to know about my sob story life. i decided to explain the best i could. "My parents were nice but they were always gone on hunts. It was just me and Kayla. She was thirteen. My best friend. I always looked out for her. We were only a year apart, but i still always was responsible for her. one day i came home from shopping and she was there. Just lying there with blood around her mouth." I couldn't go on without crying. I hate crying. I hate the pity and the reassurance. i like to deal with things myself and refuse other peoples help even if i can't take it. That's why i don't tell Bobby much about my feelings, because I'll get pity and i really, really hate that.
"I'm sorry."
"Don't be. She's gone anyways."
"Well, if you ever need to talk I'm here."
"thanks. I'm okay."
"I don't think you are."
"I am. I get nightmares but doesn't everyone? My family's gone but I have Bobby. He's the closest thing i have to family. He was always like a second father. He used to have me and my sister during the summer when my parents were hunting."
He nods. I look at him for a moment then walk back inside. I grab the two daggers, and head back outside. Sam is still standing there. I hand him a dagger and walk towards the outline of the junkyard, looking for a tree. He follows, confused, but he'll understand soon enough.
Finally, i find it. The tree has deep gashes in it from being stabbed and sliced multiple times by me and Kayla.
"I used to come here with Kayla and we would practice throwing. It was one of our favorite things to do." I smile a bit thinking of all the fun things we did together here. It's all coming back to me now.
I raise my arm and hurl the dagger as hard as i can and it hits the tree and sticks. I turn to Sam. "You try."
He follows my movement and lands one that's just as good as mine.
I decide to make it harder, so i walk up to the tree and trace a circle with a dot in the middle.
I step back and aim my knife towards the tree. Then i repeat the same motion, and chuck my dagger. It hits the dot perfectly. I guess I'm not as out of practice as i thought i was. I nod my head and motion for Sam to go. He follows my movements and does it just as well as i did.
I am a very competitive person. If I'm really good at something, and someone is better i absolutely can't stand it. Sam is no exception. I decide to challenge him for hand to hand. I know i don't stand a chance but i don't care. He is a lot taller than me, and even though i am strong, i don't think i could match his strength. I have two advantages. Flexibility and agility. I know its not much to lean on but I'm going to try it anyways.
I look at him. "Good job. Hand to hand?"
He chuckles, "I would crush you."
I give him a dangerous look. "Try me."
He throws his hands up, "alright I'll do it. Get ready to get beaten."
He's teasing me. I love teasing, i used to do it to Kayla all the time.
"In your dreams.
We walk out to the middle of a grass patch and circle each other. We play by the same rules. I wait for him to take the first shot and he does. He launches towards me and throws an elbow at my face. I knock it away with my right hand, while i throw a punch at his chest with my left. He blocks it and aims another one towards my neck and gets ready to pin me down. I duck away from it and throw a roundhouse kick at his side. I know it wont hurt him but it will distract him for long enough. It hits him and i quickly tackle him to the ground. I have his wrists pinned to the ground, with both my hands and i am leaning over him. My leg is on his chest while my other one is on the ground keeping me steady.
He smiles like he knows something i don't.
"What?"
He only keeps smiling.
i catch on quickly. He's not even trying! "Your not even trying."
"Yes i am."
"No your not. If you were you would be breathing harder."
"You caught me." Then he quickly rolls over and twists my arm. I wince, but spin under it and pull away. He tackles me and pins me down in the same position i had him in. I bring my leg up to his stomach and kick him off me. He smiles, i laugh. "We even?" i ask.
"Yea were pretty good." I continue to smile because it feels good. From all of my visions to hunts, to nightmares, i haven't really had time to.
We walk back into the house, where i decide to start looking for a hunt. After all this weird stuff going on and meeting new people i haven't had time to do what i do best. I'm looking through newspapers and articles but find nothing in the area. I don't want to leave Bobby's quite yet. I'm enjoying myself and i don't want to throw that away too quickly. I forgot how lonely being alone can be.
