Everytime I close my eyes chapter 4 pilot part 3

I'm dreaming, its Channel Sammy tonight. It's rare that I have a dream other than Sam. I can only remember one time and it was after I watched a scary movie on tv after my parents went to bed, even then it ended up having Sam in it. the dream had flames burning all around me and Sam. But Sam was next to me instead of me being the same as Sam. I woke up terrified and had to close my eyes just to check that Sam was okay. He was fine, just sparing with Dean.

Sam is sitting in the shotgun seat with the door open, rifling through a box of tapes. The same old tapes that Dean has always had. Sam is so not gonna find anything he likes in there.

"Hey" Dean calls out Sam leans out the car to turn back and looks at him. "You want breakfast?" he dangles some chips and protein bars. And I think I even see a slim jim in his jacket. Basically the usual gas station fair.

"No, thanks." I knew Sam would turn him down. Sam has gotten healthy. Salads, grilled chicken, lots of fruits. Personally I still like a good burger but I guess some of his tastes have rubbed up on me. "So how'd you pay for that stuff? You and Dad still running credit card scams? "

"Yeah, well, hunting ain't exactly a pro ball career." No dean it's not though you could have probably become a pro baseball player. He pulls the nozzle out of the tank and returns it to the pump. "Besides, all we do is apply. It's not our fault they send us the cards. "I check out a bit and kind of float in Sam's senses. I enjoy the warmth of the sun and the feel of Sam's hair on his face. I have never cut my hair short. I always wanted to keep it long like him as a result my hair is near unmanageably long. Past my butt. I keep it in a braid most of the time with my shoulder length bangs hanging free to brush my face.

Sam swings his legs back inside the car and closes the door. The box still in his lap. Dean slips into the driver seat and puts his soda and chips down.

"I swear, man, you've gotta update your cassette tape collection." Dean update that's funny. I don't think he really does change much. Which is odd considering he barely stays in a place more than a week. The only reason they stayed anyplace long was because Sam wanted to stay in school longer. Despite all the moving he still became the little genius that he is.

"Why?" Dean asks. Oh this should be good.

"Well, for one, they're cassette tapes. And two. Black Sabbath? Motorhead? Metallica?" he holds up each tape respectively then tosses it back in the box. Deans face is great; he is so offended as if he was in each band. He takes the box labeled Metallica from Sam. "It's the greatest hits of mullet rock."

"Hey I like some of those hits Sam." I mentally scold with a little laugh. Sam sits back a little stiffer than before.

"Well, house rules, Sammy." Dean pops the Metallica tape in the player. "Driver picks the music; shotgun shuts his cakehole." "Driver picks the music; shotgun shuts his cakehole." At the same time that Dean says it I do too. I can't remember how many times I have heard that. After Dean starts the car Sam grabs his arm and taps his head. I scrunch my mental face, what's up? "Again?" Dean asks.

What's again? What is he talking about? ACDC back in black begins to play but Dean turns it down. Dean turning down his music after telling Sam to shut his cakehole is strange what's wrong?

I wake up slowly still really groggy. Is dream time this weird for everyone. Where you are asleep for hours but your dream is only like 20minuets long. I turn over quickly looking franticly for my letters. I still have my father's letter to read. I find it a little crumpled. And open dads letter.

Little Tea

You will be okay I promise. I know you are a tough girl you can make it past this. I don't know what it is that happened that I left you so soon. Before you could find a nice boy to settle down with. I know you will miss is. If you were given this letter, then your mother is gone to. We are still together I am sure of that. We will always be with you too.

Firstly, no need to worry about funeral arrangements and all the after death crap we have you covered. We have never wanted you to worry. Between you and me Sugar you probably don't even have to work for a long time. I chose really good investments they are flourishing and will all be in your name. the smaller ones that you would have to micro manage will be sold. You can live off our investment into one company alone. I know that tit doesn't replace us but you won't have to be afraid without there.

Take some time to travel like I know you have always wanted to do. You're 18 now, you are all grown up. You can do anything you want; your whole life is ahead of you. Make a difference in the world. I know you are more brilliant than you let on. I've seen you erase correct answers on your homework. Why, I will never know. I love you my Sweet Tea. There is so much to say and yet I don't know what to say.

I suppose don't keep the house. You won't want to live in it once we are gone. When your grandparents past I couldn't handle the memories without getting emotional. (which is dad speak for crying like a child) life love laugh travel, be the great women I know you were meant to be.

You are Galatea Adelfa and you can take on the world

Your loving father

I feel so much better now, calmer. My parents seemed to have thought of everything for me. Dad even said I wouldn't even have to work a day in my life. That's a relief, I have no clue what I want to do with my life. I put the letters back in their envelopes and begin to get up out of the bed, pushing the button for the nurse's station as I do. I'm not overly fond of hospitals I mean it's not that I fear them. I just really don't like all the control and authority that nurses and doctors have over patients. Its dumb I know but I'm not one to just listen to what I'm told without being informed as to why. Most doctors don't like to be questioned.

Ah the nurse has arrived, the same one that took me off that awful pain drug. "Please get me the forms I need to fill out so that I can go home and if possible some clothes to wear." She nodded with a small smile and left. I like her not very chatty but seems to be efficient. Make my way to the bathroom to perform the usual morning routine, pee then work on my hair. Pulling my hair over my shoulder I begin to work my fingers through it detangling some of the bigger knots. During this time, I usually watch whatever Sam is doing or just relax. It takes a while to take care of this mess. I smile at myself in the mirror my hair reaching below my hips when it is not braided. I love it though.

The nurse returns just as I finish braiding my hair and twist it into a large bun. I don't do it often because it ends up looking a little like an old school beehive. I glance at her tag, Ah Joyce that was her name. Joyce points out all I need to sign and initial and explains all the aftercare I need. She said that the doctor prescribed me some pain pills and that I can get them filled at the hospital pharmacy on the first floor. Everything so far today has gone smoothly minus the part about being in the hospital in the first place but it's all minor injuries in the grand scheme of things.

"Here are some cloths, it's just an old pair of jeans that no longer fit me, hospital panties, and one of the orderly's extra t-shirts. Will they be alright?" Nurse Joyce hands me faded jeans, a big black t-shirt and plain white panties. I nod my thanks and we shake hands.

Now that I am standing on the side walk of the hospital I'm unsure of what to do. I sigh and walk back inside to the reception desk.

"um… can you do me a favor? I need the number for the Tip and Greyson law firm and would it be alright if I called from here?" I ask the small looking older women. Mr. Tip is my parents lawyer the firms address was on the corner of the envelopes that held my parent's letters. He is the man that would have handled all of their affairs. Maybe he could help me out to make my way to Bobby in Souix Falls, South Dakota without having to take more than one plane. I never feel like planes are secure enough, it's not a space easily maneuvered in or controlled.

I was right he could help me. Mr. Tip set up everything for me down to a car service. He said that my mother would haunt him if he called me a taxi. That made me laugh and then cry a little on the phone with him. He talked to me the whole time that I waited for the car. We talked business for a while settling decisions on the house and other things. I told him to box everything up and have some of my things packed in a suitcase to be brought to the airport before my flight. It seemed that while my family had lived modestly we were really very very wealthy. Almost obscenely wealthy. Any request I made Mr. Tip said it could be done. I mainly wanted my spare knife and my box of warding necklaces. As I finally saw the car pull up Mr. Tip told me that if I ever needed anything to give him call, even gave me his home and personal cell numbers.

The car was very nice, shiny black four door sedan Lincoln town car. The driver even got out and opened the door for me, he did look at me a little weird probably because I only had on hospital socks. I gave him a little shrug and a laugh as I slide into the car. The seats wear a light beige color. It looked very nice. It's no impala though. The impala was home to me.

(A/N okay I know this is short but im getting a feel for it again. inspiration kinda struck im currently right after I post this gonna get back to writeing. as always let me know what you think, like, love. and hate. ideas are always welcome as well. as always almost all the chapters in this will be using transcripts from super wiki.)