This is the second to the last chapter. I decided to only make this fanfiction five chapters long. I don't have much time to write recently since my laptop died. I don't want too many stories going on at once if I can't always be updating.
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His eyebrows rose up towards the ceiling as he focused on me where I sat. "Oh? What about?"
Almost nervously, I shuffled my hands in my lap, suddenly self conscience as I felt his interest. "You know about my Empathy, right?"
Brow furrowed now, he turned the laptop to face the other way as if to say "You have my attention". "The ability you have to sense the emotions of other people? Yeah, I know about it. What's up?"
The stare he was giving me was piercing and I wondered why my mouth chose that moment to go dry. As confident and arrogant as I might come off sometimes, I didn't like too much direct attention to me. His gaze was intense, hazel eyes locked onto me, expecting some great speech probably. "Well… It doesn't always work on you. I get bits and pieces here and there but most of the time, Dean's giving off the most in terms of emotion."
He didn't break his eye contact; I did. "Uh huh. Which is funny, considering that he always wants to act like everything is peachy. Why are you telling me this, Roxii?"
I didn't want to sugarcoat anything but I didn't want to be blunt and almost hostile either. Sam was likely to take it harder than Dean would but he was also more likely to listen than his more-stubborn brother. "The tension between you guys is really bad. I'm surprised that you guys aren't swimming through it, it's so thick."
That was when his face settled into a more neutral expression and he broke eye contact with me. "I know, Roxii." Then I caught twinges of guilt, slight annoyance, and overall concern. The feelings had an interrupted quality to them, making me reach out a little further to get a better hold on them.
"You should probably try talking to him again, Sam."
"What for?" The sigh that escaped his lips mirrored the annoyance that I felt and was lined with frustration. "I started the apocalypse; the end of the world. Do you really think that he's going to be okay with that? No matter what I say to try to make it better?"
Not wanting to start an argument between him and I, I put my hands up in the "I surrender" fashion. "I don't know. But he doesn't want this tension between you guys. You can't just sit here and act like it never happened, never addressing the real issue at hand. I-"
At that moment, my phone rang and the shrill trill of the tiny speaker cut me off. "It's Bobby." I said to Sam before I opened it. "Hey Bobby. Roxii. What did you find?"
"Well, you're not going to believe this one, Roxii. Are the boys with you?"
"Just me." Sam spoke up, probably grateful for the distraction from our stressful conversation. "Dean went out for food."
"That's just brilliant. Well, the boys will like this plan. I found out how to kill your kelpie friend. It's going to require some sacrifice on the part of Sam or Dean though."
As Bobby went through the way in which to kill our foe, I couldn't help but feel my nerves creep back into my system. His plan wasn't one in which I felt safe. Though I had complete confidence in the abilities of the boys and of myself, it doesn't mean that I still didn't feel the need to worry.
Looking to Sam, he seemed to be having the same misgivings that were running through my mind. He was polite in not interrupting Bobby but I could tell by the look on his face that he wasn't liking what he was hearing.
By the time that Bobby had wished us luck and hung up the phone, I wasn't feeling warm and fuzzy and my talk with Sam? It was placed on hold. There were more pressing things at hand.
When Dean came back to the motel, arms laden with more fast food, we told him about what Bobby had come across. He, too, frowned at the idea but with his macho personality, showed no fear or worries for the coming night. He sat and wolfed down his food as usual, asking us to clarify certain parts of the plan.
Still, he acted as though he didn't care.
"Better stock up on weapons then. Park the car near the bridge and pop up the arsenal. Hope no cops show up to arrest us." He said this with a full mouth and a smile.
He made sure to smile extra wide at me, irking me to no end.
When nightfall rolled around, my skin began to itch like it normally did when I sensed that a big fight was at end. Sam stayed glued to his computer and Dean, to the TV. The tension in the room had reached a new high. I felt like I couldn't breathe. Frustrated with the two of them, I snatched up the keys to the Impala (ignoring Dean's protest) and went to go sit in the car.
At least it was quiet out there.
It wasn't long until the boys came out and climbed in. After that, we headed out to the bridge.
The ride was a quiet one. I could tell by the feel of the two that they were going over the plans in their mind. Finally, Dean was exhibiting some kind of fear on the empathy front. He didn't want anything to happen to any of us.
Out on the bridge, the fog began to roll in rather quickly. I got the cold clammy feeling that I had the night before and I shivered. To my surprise, Sam moved in closer to me but made no movement past that.
The boys carried two sawed off shotguns and they weren't packed with rock salt this time. I carried my M4. It didn't have the power of a shotgun but it fired much faster. I chose speed over power. Trust the men to try to over-masculine everything.
Somewhere to my left, I heard the first giggle of a pretty girl.