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The silence in the car gave me too much time to think about the events. No, I will wait until I am alone, the people don't need to be bothered by me.
Finally, after what seemed like hours, Sam spoke up. "Not to be harsh, or anything, but your handling this pretty well." He stated, glancing back at me.
"Is that a problem?" I retorted, glad to have something to fight about, or at least, something else to think about.
"Well, it doesn't seem like your handling it at all actually." Sam said quietly, his eyes boring into my soul. I stopped, thinking about what he had said.
"You sound like my mom. She always used to-never mind" I stopped, not wanting to think about my family.
"What did she tell you?" Sam asked intently. God, he was just like Jessi- those little puppy dog eyes. No, I was not going to think about her.
"It doesn't matter, she wasn't right. She said that I never used to let myself experience any grief or sadness, and she said that I would never get over it if I never let it overwhelm me. But she's- she was wrong" I said this out loud. Who was this? I trusted way too much, and I knew this. I had to be careful and close myself off again.
"So, you just don't let yourself feel? That's pretty miserable." Dean turned back to me.
I scoffed "No, it makes me strong, I'm not the girl who's gonna break down because something went wrong in her life. I'll accept that it happened, and move on." If I could say this, I could believe it. At least until I was by myself and didn't have to worry about anyone thinking poorly of me, except, of course, for myself.
Sam's face wrinkled with concern. "Okay, that's fine if it was your goldfish that just died, but it was your entire family, your sister-"
"Yeah I know- I was there!" I interrupted, not wanting to think about Jessi.
"Fine! Wow, you remind me of Dean." Sam turned back to his brother, who rolled his eyes.
"I take it that's not a good thing." I smiled at Dean.
"Trust me, it's not." He replied, and I laughed. A sharp burst of pain went through my shoulder. Damn. It was probably broken in so many places and there was no way these guys would take me to a doctor.
"Hey, are you okay?" Sam asked, eyeing me with suspicion.
I really wasn't, and once I had recognized the pain, I felt like I was going to die. "Yep," I stammered, "Just- just peachy."
The boys exchanged worried glances and Sam continued to scrutinize my face, looking for any signs of pain. I thought I was doing a decent job hiding it, but then he turned to Dean and said, "How much further until the motel? She's about to pass out."
"I am not! You don't know-" I started, by my head began to spin from the pain. "Woah, yeah okay, how much further?" I said feebly. God, I hated this, I was so helpless, and there was nothing I could do to change that.
"Hang in there, I can see the exit." Dean replied, keeping his eyes on the road.
"Hey, what's your name?" Sam asked.
"Izabel Criston." I grimaced. The interior of the car was starting to spin. I tried to concentrate on one spot, but I could feel my mind starting to slip away. I tried to warn Sam and Dean, but my voice abandoned me and I slipped into an oblivion of pain.
"Izabel, hey, wake up," someone was gently shaking my shoulder. The bad one. I muffled a scream of agony and looked into Sam's apologetic eyes.
"Yeah, were gonna need to fix that for you." Dean pulled me by the other arm out of the Impala. I staggered for a moment, but caught by balance and walked to the rows of doors at the motel.
"Uh, Izabel?" Sam called, "It's the other way."
Right. Ugh, that was another stupid cliché. I turned around, and with as much dignity as I possessed, I walked behind Sam and Dean, who were holding duffel bags and poking out of the side, was a gun. Wait. That's not normal. A little alarm went off in my head, telling me to run. But where? I had no money, no car, no shoes, for crying out loud.
But there was no way in hell I was going to go in the room with these gun-possessing men. I had been taught well enough, even if I did trust people too much. I stopped walking and waited for them to notice.
"What's wrong?" Sam asked, taking a step in my direction.
"No! Don't move any closer. Drop your bags. And the guns." I yelled as confidently as I could, but my voice still faltered.
They looked at each other with resigned expressions, dropped their bags, and put their hands up.
"So, was this your plan, huh? See a girl standing outside her burning house, which her family was in, and say to yourselves, 'She looks like she would be good to mess with!' Well I'm telling you, I have no-"
"Did you see the fire?" Sam asked his face free from emotion.
This put me off guard. I wasn't expecting that as a response
"What- yes, yes of course I saw the fire."
"What color was it?" Dean asked.
Why was this relevant? "It, it was black. But I don't understand-"
"Listen to us okay? We know this is crazy, and must be super hard for you to deal with, but that fire wasn't an accident." What was he saying? That someone had something against my baby sister and parents, and decided to murder them? "This wasn't a normal fire, you could see that. We think it was a spirit, trapped inside your house."
Okay, I was so done. "A spirit? Are you joking? Maybe if you said some serial killer I would have believed you, but a ghost?" I laughed, forcing down the hysteria. These guys were crazy, and I was stuck with them at a crappy motel.
"Look, we know it's hard to believe, but we are hunters. Our job is to find spirits and kill them, like the one that was in your house."
Oh my god. I realized who these guys were. At first, I thought it was just pure coincidence; the names, the Impala. But now…
"You're the Winchesters! Well, I have to say, really nice touch with the Impala and even your personalities, but I hate to break it to you, those books are not real."
Sam and Dean looked at each other exasperatedly. Then looked back at me.
"I swear to God, I'm gonna kill Chuck," Dean muttered.
"Please, Izabel, just come with us, and we can explain everything." Sam looked pleadingly at me.
I knew this was a bad decision, but I had nowhere else to go, and I was severely injured. I nodded softly and followed them into the small motel room.
*Next chapter is fluffy, I promise.
