The 66th Seal
by Kentcharm

A/N: Thank you for the reviews! It was very nice of you. I'd like to remain consistent by uploading a new chapter everyday! Hope I can maintain it! I still love to hear what you guys think, and I like to get your imput, so don't stop reviewing! (gives me the fuel to keep writing, and I always check my email to see if I got any-haha)

Chapter 3

When I woke, Dean was sitting at the table playing cards by himself. The clock behind him read 7AM. I gave a silent groan; I hadn't gotten up this early in ages. I didn't have work today, so I was happy that I wouldn't have to phone in sick. I thought of Hayley. I knew she was probably wondering where I was. I wanted to call her, but I was afraid it would be too dangerous. I'd be in big shit when I saw her again.
"Unless I don't make it out of this alive." I thought. I pushed the idea aside, it was probably best not to start the day on the wrong note. Dean looked up as I sat up. He smiled and my stomach filled with a sudden warmness.
"Want to play cards?" He said, whispering. I looked over at Dean's bed. Sam's large frame was stretched out across it. "Late night" I guessed. I felt a pang of jealousy as I thought of him and this Ruby character together all night. I knew I couldn't justify myself, I had only known Sam since yesterday.
I went over to the table, not caring about my short shorts. I sat down and sighed.
"I don't really know how to play any games...." I said with embarrassment. Dean shuffled the cards, his hands moved quickly. I gathered that being a gambler was probably one of the traits that contrasted with Sam. Dean was a devil and Sam was an angel, I couldn't decide which one was more appealing.
"Well, what games do you know?" He asked with extra emphasis on the "do". I knew that what I was about to say would make me out to be even more of an odd-bong.
"Um...Go Fish?"

***

Dean and I played several games of Go Fish, and I won them all. At around 8AM we decided to play Slap Jack, (The only other game I knew how to play). As time wore on we decided to get louder and louder in attempt to wake Sam. Dean, who had a bruised ego over the previous "kid game", decided to play a little more aggressively. We were both leaning forward, our weight on the small table. I was afraid the feeble legs would give out, but each of us was set on winning so I ignored it. Every time a Jack showed up, I could barely get my hand on the table before Dean slapped it like a madman. Dean got so into it that I just couldn't stop myself from laughing. I saw that I had a Jack coming up, (a little cheating didn't hurt anyone), and was intent on getting it. As soon as I placed it down my hand was on top of it, but unfortunately Dean's was too. He unintentionally slapped my hand, and pretty hard too. I fell onto the ground, rolling around laughing and crying at the same time.
Sam jumped up, his hair sticking up. I laughed harder. Dean looked down at me, a funny look on his face. I could tell he didn't know whether to laugh or be worried.
"What did you do to her Dean?" Sam asked accusingly. I giggled, even though my hand really did hurt.
"Dean...hit...me! He's so MEAN!" I managed to say between giggles.
Sam glared at Dean, and Dean tried to look as innocent as possible. I could almost see the halo over his head. Sam groaned and fell back onto the bed.

***

Sam and Dean took me out to breakfast. Diner food was actually a lot better when someone else was serving you. I reluctantly watched as Dean ogled over the chesty waitress, sweet talking her the whole time. I huffed, and Sam agreed with me. We shared a laugh, and I felt the butterflies flutter around in my stomach again.
As promised, Sam made sure Dean was to stop somewhere so I could buy myself a few necessities. We passed a strip mall and I begged Dean to let me buy some clothing. The only way I got him to agree was to play the wounded animal routine and shove my bruised hand in his face. He told me to be quick, they had packed all their stuff back into the Impala and he insisted they hurry and get on the road. They hadn't told me yet where we were going.
I rushed into the Drug-Mart first. I hastily took anything I thought I might need, using my debit card for everything. I had a lot of money saved up in my account, so I wasn't cautious in my spending. I knew that it was for my university tuition, but right now, my future wasn't certain. I decided that for now I would have to live for the present and not for the future.
After I paid for my things I stuffed them into my backpack, happy to see that there was still going to be enough room for the clothes, (silently thanking whoever invented the Alpine Rucksack). I was in and out of the Drug-Mart in minutes, and made sure I was always in view of Sam. He told me that to be safe I should keep within sight. As I made my way to the small clothing store I looked over at the black Impala. Dean was resting against the driver's side door, checking out the city girls in their short summer dresses. Sam was sitting against the hood, his arms folded and his eyes on me. I tried to walk in a straight line, hips swaying, (like the models do), but failed miserably. There was no way in the world that Sam would look at me like Dean looked at a woman. I longed to be sexy, but always came off awkward. I found it easier to just be myself, but wasn't sure if that was enough. I surfed through the clothes absently, my mind stuck on Sam. I managed to pick out a pair of jean shorts (not as daring as Hayley's gym shorts had been), a pair of Capri's and a half dozen shirts. Instead of having them bag it I folded them up and placed them neatly in my pack. As I rushed out of the store and towards the Winchester brothers, I hoped I hadn't taken too long. I stood in front of Sam, hiking my backpack up to gesture that I had gotten all I needed. He smiled, and Dean turned to me, breaking his "eligible bachelor" pose.
"Wow, Ally. That was the fastest I've ever seen a woman shop." he said, unfolding his arms and placing his hand on the top of his car. He grinned, squinting his eyes against the sun. I smiled, taking it as a compliment. My heart skipped a beat when he addressed me as a "woman", and even more when he called me "Ally" instead of Alice. It made me happy, and I felt closer to him. His short blond hair reflected the sun's rays, contrasting with his tanned skin, (to put it plainly, he looked like a Greek god). I noticed that the girls Dean had been checking out earlier were staring at me from across the lot. I knew what they were thinking. How could she be with those guys? Sam's eyes never left me; he seemed to be analyzing me, which made me a bit uncomfortable. I shifted my weight to my right foot, kicking the ground absent-mindly with my left.
"Efficient as well." Sam joked, referring to my backpack. My face felt hot as Sam continued to stare.
"So, you guys haven't told me yet where we're going?" I asked, trying to get the attention off of me. I decided that these boys weren't used to being around women (minus strippers, waitresses, and the occasional booty call). Ruby came to mind.
Dean and Sam became more serious, going into business mode.
"Well we received some information on a seal, seems the demons are trying to break one tonight. It's too dangerous for you so we'll have to keep you behind." Dean said, opening the driver's side door. Sam still stood in front of me, his hands in his pockets.
"What?" I asked, shocked. "Come on, I want to be with you guys!" I looked at Sam, sensing he was the weaker link when it came to the opposite sex. I plead with my eyes. I didn't want to be left alone, I knew that without the Winchester brothers I'd be in a demon pit somewhere being tortured, awaiting my own, bloody execution. Dean glared at Sam, sensing that he was about to cave. Hayley always said that I had the most convincing puppy dog eyes.
"Sorry Alice, but it's for the best." Sam said, finality in his voiced. I huffed, and stamped past him. I really wanted to be with them, see them in action. If possible, I even wanted to join in with them and fight. I had taken kickboxing when I was nine, before my parents died, and was confident that I could take care of myself. And plus, with the gun Dean had given me, I sort of wanted to try it out.
I sat in my usual spot in the backseat, throwing my backpack beside me. Sam and Dean got in after me. I crossed my arms and looked out the window, deciding to showcase my complete opposition to their decision. We drove for a few hours, no one spoke. The only thing that broke the silence was the sound of the radio. I didn't mind it because the music the station played was nice; I'd always been a fan of Classic Rock. I tapped my foot to the music, observing the two boys in front of me. I noticed that Dean usually drove with one hand on the steering wheel, and he always tapped his fingers to the music. He also always drove with a tough look on his face, his eyes rarely leaving the road. I had to restrain myself from laughing at his cute demeanor. I also noticed that Sam always looked out the window, staring off into nothingness. He seemed to be lost in his own world, and I felt myself crave to be in it. I wanted to understand him more, learn more about him. I thought of what he might be hiding from me. I knew Dean knew it, but I was sure he wouldn't tell me. I wondered if it had something to do with the Supernatural.
"Maybe he's half alien?" I wondered. I couldn't stop myself from giggling at the thought of Sam with two antenna's jutting out of his head. Sam and Dean looked back at me.
"God, she's a weird one." Dean said, turning his gaze back onto the road.
I laughed, and noticed Sam smile. It only lasted a split second before he turned back to the front, but it was imprinted in my mind. It felt different than his other smiles. It felt more real, more natural. I felt like I had witnessed something really special.

***

We pulled into a dirt drive way at around 5PM. I stretched as I got out of the car, my muscles were stiff from the long drive. I looked around at my surroundings, wondering where we were. There was a house, and a beaten up car in front. Other than that, I couldn't see anything. Sam and Dean were already walking up to the house; I grabbed my pack and scurried to catch up to them. They knocked at the door as I rushed up behind them. Dean smirked at my flushed face, which made me get redder. It seemed to be hotter here, and I noticed that there weren't many trees around. I desperately craved for the chilling sensation of getting into a cool pool, (where the heat was actually bearable).
Within seconds the door opened to reveal an older man with a ball cap on. He looked a little rough around the edges, but seemed friendly enough as he greeted us with a smile. He eyed me curiously, (and not just because I was panting like a mad dog).
"This her?" He asked, addressing Dean. Dean nodded.
"This is Bobby, a good friend. You'll be safe with him." Dean said. Bobby smiled and stuck out his hand. I took it, not surprised to find his grip firm.
"I'm Alice, nice to meet you." I said, a bit nervous. Bobby stepped aside, motioning for me to come in. I did, but Dean and Sam didn't follow me. I turned to them, frowning.
"Sorry Alice, but we better get on the job." Sam said. He could read the concern on my face, and tried to comfort me by touching my arm. It worked; the fear dissolved away and was replaced with hope. These guys were experts, and they knew what they were doing.
Dean looked on at us with impatience, stepping back and making his way back to his 'girl'.
"Come on Sam." He yelled after his brother. Sam gave me an assuring smile, his hand still warm on my skin. I felt the butterflies, followed by the slow, soft pouring of warm honey.
"We'll be back soon, I promise."He said, and was off. I watched the Impala drive away until all that was left was a trail of dust. I followed Bobby into the house, feeling a little bit more reassured, yet still felt the uneasiness creep up my spine. The spider was back, crawling a desirable path up to the base of my neck. I looked back, but nothing was there.
I hoped Sam would keep his promise.