Chapter Four

When you all got back to the motel Sam begun typing profusely on his laptop with your sister sitting next to him looking over his shoulder while Dean threw his bag on the floor and slammed onto the bed. "That was real stupid what you did back there; bringing up the Wendigo to a complete stranger. What would you have done if he wasn't a hunter?" He snapped. "Well, I would have just walked away, and don't tell me you didn't think he was a hunter too. You heard the kinds of questions he was asking. No need to get all worked up over something that's not worth getting worked up about." You replied calmly. You weren't in the mood to argue with him again. "Whatever" Dean mumbled. "So….Becky, what'd you and lover boy find when you were asking around." You asked after a few minutes of awkward silence. "I'm just going to ignore that lover boy comment. But we didn't find much, only that there's already been 3 attacks, and each attack happened around the same place in the woods. Maybe because it's the best place to camp, or something." She asked trying to hide the smile that appeared after you made that comment about Sam. "That makes sense." Dean mentioned. "Yeah, but uhm…Chase can I talk to you for a second?" Your sister asked nervously. "Of course. We'll see you in a bit guys" You said as you and she walked out the motel door. "It's nothing. It's just…..well…" She stammered. "You like Sammy don't you?" You finally finished for her. "I'm not sure…like I think I do; only I just met him but we've talked all day and it seems like I've known him my entire life. But how do I know if he feels the same." She said with a sigh. "Well, I have a slight feeling that he may be into you too. I see the way he looks at you when you don't notice. It's kind of cute actually because whenever I catch him looking at you he blushes." You said with a laugh. You and Becky continued to talk. You eventually decided to go to the park and sit there. You both loved the stars and weren't exactly in the mood to be crammed in a small motel room, especially on a night like this.
……Meanwhile back at the motel room. "What's going on with you and Becky, Sam?" Dean asked out of nowhere. "I don't know what you're talking about." Sam lied. "Really? So you're not into each other?" Dean added. "What would make you say that?" Sam asked trying to get off the topic. "It doesn't take a genius to see it Sammy, you like her and she probably likes you too. I mean, the way you look at her when you think she doesn't notice. It's just a bit obvious." Dean said sarcastically. "So why's it matter to you anyways, and how do you know she likes me?" He asked with excitement. "Well, I also see the way she looks at you. She blushes whenever you smile at her, or whenever Chase makes a comment about the 2 of you." Dean replied. "That doesn't mean she likes me." Sam argued. "See little brother…that's why you don't get laid. You know nothing about women." He added with a wink. "Whatever man." Sam said with annoyance and just went back to typing while Dean just rolled his eyes and watched T.V.
After a few hours you and Becky came back. "Everything alright Chase?" Dean asked with a smirk. "Yeah...she just needed some big sisterly advice is all." You replied with a subtle look at Sam, who didn't even look up from his laptop. "Well guys; it's kinda late. We should get some sleep. It's gonna be a big day tomorrow." Becky said after she had gotten ready for bed. "Yeah, she's right. We better rest up." You agreed as you grabbed your stuff and took a shower. By the time you got out of the shower the lights were off and everyone was asleep. You crawled into the bed next to Dean and closed your eyes and fell asleep quickly. "Stop screaming Chase; don't fight what's meant to be." You eyes shot open and you looked around. You were in a cold sweat and you needed to get out of that room. So you tip-toed out of the bed so as not to awaken anyone, you knew Dean was a light sleeper so you tried to be extra careful. You were just about to walk out the door when you heard someone stirring. You hoped that no one was awake. "Chase, where are you going?" You heard a tired Dean ask. "I just need to get some air, don't worry" You replied quietly. "Here, be careful with her, one scratch and I swear I'll kill you myself." He said as he tossed his keys at you. You were one of the few people that Dean openly gave his keys to because he knew you cared for his car almost as much as he did. "Thanks Dean, and don't worry. I'll be good to her." You said as you walked out the door into the brisk night. You were just about to get into the impala when you had a feeling you weren't alone. "Something doesn't feel right." You said to yourself. "Chase? What are you doing up?" Someone said. "Oh. Hey Curtis, I couldn't sleep, I just needed to get some air." You said with a sigh of relief now realizing that it was just your new friend Curtis. "Yeah, I know what you mean. I always get real anxious when I'm on a hunt. I love the feeling too. It's a real adrenaline rush." He said. "Hey, wanna come with. I'd like the company." You asked as you got into the driver's seat of the impala. He nodded and got into the passenger side. After he was in you pulled out of the motel parking lot and just drove. "So Curtis, what got you into hunting anyways?" You asked trying to learn more about this new hunter. "Well I was about 5 when my house burnt down, well my mom more accurately. After that my dad just filled the garage with all these shotguns and different weaponry, as well as leaving rock salt around the doors and windows, and of course drawing these weird symbols all over. Which I learnt were for protection and trapping Demons. Then when I was 14 my dad gave me a shotgun of my own and basically filled me in on everything that was happening. I've been hunting ever since." He said as you noticed the hurt in his eyes. "Where's your dad now? If you don't mind me asking." You asked cautiously. "Its fine, he passed away about 4 years ago while on his last hunt." He answered quietly. "What about you? How did you get into this life?" He added. "Well when I was about 2 or 3 my mom died in a fire as well. So my dad started hunting after that, but when I was 5 my dad and I joined John Winchester and his sons for my 1st hunt. Dean and I have been best friends ever since. But when I was 7 my dad got remarried and his new wife brought a son with her and her and my dad had another baby which would be Becky. He died before he could know about her though. Then after Becky was born my step-mom took off leaving Tanner which was my step brother to look after Becky and myself; until Tanner was killed, now it's Becky and I, well and the 2 Winchester boys." You replied, trying to fight back the tears that were slowly beginning to build up in your eyes. "Have you ever hunted a Wendigo before, Chase?" Curtis said trying to get off the topic of your parents. "Yeah, but only once. What about you?" You replied. "No, but my dad did, several times. So I know all about them." He answered. After that you both Curtis and you stopped talking and listened to Metallica while continuing to drive.

"Becky, you awake?" Sam asked after a while. "Yeah Sam what is it?" She answered quietly. "What's going on with your sister? She just got up, took Dean's keys and left." He asked with curiosity. "She's fine. Chase just doesn't seem to get that much sleep anymore. I'm not exactly sure why though." Becky lied. "Oh, okay. Well goodnight Becky." Sam said, obviously believing that Becky was telling the truth. "Night Sammy." She replied.