I feel bad for making everyone wait forever and a half, so here's another one, hope you enjoy!

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What the hell is going on here?

Time flew from me in short little bursts of speed, when I finally decided I was ready to uncurl out of Adam's chest, hesitantly looking up.

Sam and Dean were still there, but a man with bullet holes marring his chest lay still behind them.

Dean looked at me and Adam, he said nothing, but his eyes, they said everything else. He looked pissed, weary, and.. Frightened? It was hid well underneath those green orbs, burying its self under the cement thing we call Dean's mask. His eyes screamed, 'Get your shit and lets go.'

I had a retort on the tip of my tongue, bubbling anxiety in my fingertips, too, and everything in me screamed not to argue.

I was never good at listening to myself.

"Damn it! I'm not going anywhere until you tell me what the hell is going on!" I turned to Sam. "Are you on drugs?" then to Adam, "What the hell are those books you keep on reading?" then finally, to the pissed off face of my oldest brother. "What are you hiding from me?"

If Dean had the chance, by the time he would be done with me, I'd be wishing I was the dead man on the floor, but he held off his temper, sighing wearily and grazing a hand over his face as he spoke.

"You're right, you do have a right to know what's going on, now's not the time though."

"So when is?" I asked. I sounded whiny, even to my own ears and I wish to God I didn't.

"Soon." It was simple, one word and held the key to the truth.

I now am beginning to prefer knowing everything later.

We made quick time gathering our belongings, Adam and I, as Sam and Dean left with the man in blue (I still refused to see his face.) I grabbed toiletries, stowing them in a bag, any bag I could find. I just wanted to leave. My anxiety levels were through the roof and when that happens I need to keep moving, mind-numbing, I just needed to do something with my hands, back when I was with my mother, I would clean every room until it was perfect, then I'd do it again and now, back to the present, if Adam wasn't here I would most likely start running.

'Running away,' my thoughts conspired. I am now nervous to know the truth. What if it is everything I had already thought of, or worse?

I can't handle anything else right now, I saw my mother's broken, bleeding corpse, heard gunshots, saw a lifeless man lying on the ground.

'Where does he come from?' I wondered. Does he have a family? Does anyone care that he's gone? Or is he just another man invisible to the crowd, drinking his sorrows away in the dark?

I am guaranteed I will never know.

Now I regret not seeing his face, is he now a corpse, rotting in the back alley?

Now I wonder what Sam and Dean really did with him.

I guarantee I don't want to know at all.

Possibly three hours on the road now, I haven't been keeping check of the time.

When they got back, Sam and Dean seemed more tired than before and I faintly smelled the scent of charred wood on their skin and clothes.

There goes not knowing what Sam and Dean did to the man.

But anyways, Sam and I grabbed the luggage and headed out to the car. We said nothing because nothing was to be said about this. Yet.

Now my thoughts ring questions about him though. I know that this is something not worth figuring out, but as I had said before, I don't listen to myself a lot.

The three brothers are in some sort of argument. My mind has been too wrapped up in everything, thinking about the past, present and future. They are all tense, all looking older than when they left the motel room. I think it is because of me, even though I really hope it is not.

More time passes, the brothers conversation is deep, perhaps they forgotten why I am here. Maybe I am not here, maybe I am a ghost.

I used to think that a lot, my friends made fun of me for it and it didn't help when my mom picked me up really late from school. I thought that somehow I must have died waiting and I forever haunt the school.

Now that I think about it, I am a seriously messed up teenager.

Soon Dean turns into a little town and takes a left on a dirt road, pulling up into an old junkyard. I see a big house, its off white and dirty and all you can see is dirt and rust in the yard surrounding it.

When Dean parks I hesitantly get out of the comfort zone of the Impala. The house looks alomst haunting and abandoned. If it wasn't for the fact that I could hear footsteps inside, I wouldn't be able to tell if someone was living there or not.

We head up to the porch and I ask Dean what we are doing here.

He says that it's time to meet my uncle.

Yay I am so proud of myself! Two chapters in one day, you guys deserve it though!

**PLEASE READ** This is something I really want to discuss, it concerns slash. Last chapter I was thinking I might put Dean/Cas. Please understand that this is an idea and I am a little sketchy about it, too. Also I do ask that if you comment about the Dean/Cas thing, please be kind about it. I honestly DO NOT THINK IT WILL HAPPEN. I am not sure yet, but once again it probably wont. Thank you for reading this,

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