Authors note: This has to be one of my favorite episodes of season 1. I love it more than I should probably. Please review so that I may know what to improve.
"We will be known forever by the tracks we leave."
-Dakota
"What in the world am I doing?" I asked myself as I drove along heading to who knows where. Lancaster turned out to be a bust. My sword if it ever was there was sold a long time ago. I spent three months there anyways building up numerous contacts. An established network of people was always useful. While I was there I met up with a museum curator who was looking for someone to verify an artifact. Luckily for me it was Celtic, and I was able to help him out. After that it was not long until he asked for me again and then recommended me to his friends and soon enough I was working for various museums and colleges all across the country verifying all sorts of artifacts.
I should have been on my way to San Francisco where they just received a shipment of statues that they dug up in Ireland of all places. Instead I was driving around Oklahoma because something was off, very very off. It was like nature was thrown out of balance. I could sense it. It felt like a dark storm cloud was overshadowing the area. I needed to find out what caused it and hopefully fix the issue somehow before more damage was done.
I was driving around some new human development when I saw a sign for a free barbecue. It had been awhile since I last ate so I thought I might as well check it out and get some free food. Maybe someone knew something about what was going on. I parked a block away just to be safe and I walked towards the house.
Some lady who clearly had way too much coffee was busy trying to sell me a house. I basically ignored her while she yammered away about steam showers or something. I must have given some response because she just kept talking and talking. Finally when I felt like I could not take it anymore and was about to punch her I looked up and saw the two people who might have the slightest idea about what is going on.
"Excuse me," I told the jabbering lady. I brushed passed her and made my way towards the two. "I was hoping to run into you guys."
"Gailel what are you doing here?" asked Sam.
"I was in the area. Do you know what is going on here?"
"Again you skip the greetings. It hurts a guy's feelings you know," Dean said
"Sure, Dean how are things? It's been like what three months now? Anyway do you know what is going on here?"
"Well Gale it has been good. We killed a skin walker not too long ago along with a ghost that was haunting a hook." I raised my eyebrows at that. "As for what is going on Dustin Burwash wasn't the first strange death around here."
"Who?"
"He was from gas and power, we suspect that he was eaten alive by beetles," Sam said. I winced. That had to be among my top ten of worst ways to die. "So what do you mean he wasn't the first death?" Sam asked Dean.
"About a year ago, before they broke ground, one of Larry's surveyors dropped dead while on the job. Get this severe allergic reaction to bee stings," Dean stated.
"So the problem seems to be that bugs are going around and killing people," I said. "So how do we solve this?" The two of them shrugged their shoulders. "Right, let's leave before the crazy lady comes back and tries to lecture me to death about the kitchen tiles.
"Could not agree more," Sam said. The three of us managed to escape from the barbecue. I quickly ran to my car and grabbed my stuff and put it in the back of the Impala with me.
"What?" I said as the two of them stared at me. "We are basically going to be together until this case gets solved. Might as well bring my stuff with me."
Dean looked at me from the passenger seat which had to be the first time I ever saw him sitting there. "Whatever you say Gale," he murmured looking through what looked like a worn leather journal of some kind. Sam just started driving around the neighbor. I did not realize how late it was until the sun was setting.
"You know, I've heard of killer bees, but killer beetles? What is it that could make different bugs attack?" Dean asked still flipping through the journal.
"Well, hauntings sometimes include bug manifestations," Sam suggested.
"Yeah, but I didn't see any evidence of ghost activity."
"Yeah, me neither."
"Maybe they're being controlled somehow. You know, by something or someone."
"You mean, like Willard?" I had no idea who Willard was but I suspect that I would not want to meet him in a dark alley.
"Yeah, bugs instead of rats." And my assumption was confirmed.
"There are cases of psychic connections between people and animals - elementals, telepaths."
"You got to be close to the animal to have that type of connection however," I added in. Dean once again turned to look at me. "What? I know things. Back to my point. In order to have a psychic connection one has to study that animal extensively or have grown up close to it."
Dean looked like he had a sudden revelation. "Larry's kid - he's got bugs for pets."
"Matt?" Sam asked.
"Yeah."
"He did try to scare the realtor with a tarantula."
"You think he's our Willard?"
"It's possible for a kid to control animals, given they spend enough time with them." I said.
"Looks like we know who to talk to. Ooh, hey. Pull over here."
Sam pulls into the empty drive way of one of the homes. "What are we doing here?" he asks Dean.
Dean was getting out of the car and opened the garage door. "It's too late to talk to anybody else."
"We're gonna squat in an empty house?"
"I wanna try the steam shower. Come on."
"It would be nice to sleep in a decent bed," I mumbled. Sam sighed and pulled in.
"You won't regret this Sammy," Dean said as he entered the house. Sam and I soon followed. It was a rather nice place so at least the advertising was not lying. I dragged my luggage up the stairs and chose the bedroom that was the furthest down the hall. It was very pretty, made up to attract people to buy it. There were even sheets on the bed. I changed into a tank top and shorts and made my way down stairs.
"They even have a coffee machine here," I said. I heard someone coming down the stairs and I turned and saw Sam entering the kitchen followed shortly by Dean.
"Wow um Gailel you look… where did you get that tattoo?" Sam stuttered out. Dean had apparently checked out of the world and was just giving me a blank stare.
"What this thing?" I said pointing to my shoulder. It was just a band of curves coming together to form a pattern. The brand of the ranger. Nothing that elaborate compared to some others I have seen or done. "I had this done a while ago. A close friend of mine actually did it. I could give you one if you like."
"No, no that's alright."
"Oh come on Sammy, it might help you get over your rebel phase." And Dean checked back into the world.
"Rebel phase?" I asked skeptical.
"After our mom died our dad dedicated his life to hunting the bastard that killed her training us to be hunters along the way. Sam however did not appreciate the lifestyle and wanted normal so he left as soon as he could to go to college."
"What did you study Sam?"
"Wait you have no questions about our crazy messed up childhood?" Sam looked taken aback.
I laughed. "I just assumed you had messed up childhoods as I am pretty sure monster hunting is not a major anywhere."
"Well you lived a normal life, tell Sam here it's not all it's cracked up to be," Dean said.
I considered what to say, what was normal for me would be absolutely bizarre for them. I decided to tell them what I could however. "Normal is not all that's it's cracked up to be. My mother was strict and disciplinary and tried to control my life. My father did nothing to stop her being one of the meekest people alive. The twins are annoying but what can you expect I was… ten when they were born."
"You mom could not have been that bad," Sam said
"She arranged my marriage before I broke the engagement off." Well technically I did not break it off. I meant to but I got teleported here before I could.
"Wait, you are engaged?"
"Was engaged, it was not so much my idea as it was hers so I broke it off."
"Gale that is kind of-" Dean started but I cut him off.
"Insane, yeah pretty much. Just goes to show however that there is no such thing as normal. Everyone got dark secrets hidden somewhere, you just need to know where to look."
"Right that is not creepy at all."
"Sam you never did answer what you were studying."
"Right, I was at Stanford studying pre law. What about you?"
I thought of the first thing that came to my mind. "Princeton, cultural anthropology with a focus on Celtic culture."
"Really, that is fascinating. Why that area?
"Well I actually am from that part of the world. My family is from Ireland, I just came to the States for school."
"You don't seem to have the accent," Dean mentioned.
I smiled and said a few words in my native tongue which happens to be an ancient form of Celtish. Both of the boys went wide eyed. "English is not my first language," I said switching back. "I first learned celtish then I was taught English at a British school in Dublin." Thank you James Joyce.
"You are just full of surprises aren't you?"
I let out a laugh. "I am indeed, and with that, I am off to bed. See you guys in the morning."
"Night Gailel," I heard Sam call out as I made my way upstairs. I crawled into the nice fluffy bed and let myself drift off to sleep.
…
I woke up to the smell of coffee in the morning. Going into the hallway I could hear the shower going as I made my way down stairs.
"Whoever made coffee is my favorite person in the world." I called out pouring myself a cup. A habit I picked up from traveling was carrying around my own personal mug. I did not trust anything in the motels I usually stayed at.
"I guess that means I am your favorite person then," Sam said carrying in groceries.
"When did you have time to go shopping?"
"I was up early."
"Right because I completely buy that."
"What I was." I chuckled and looked through the bags. From what he had bought I could make up a couple of servings of scrambled eggs.
"Tell you what, since I am such a nice person I will make eggs for all of us if I get that bathroom once Dean is done."
"Deal." I got to work while Sam sat at the kitchen table reading through the journal Dean was looking at earlier. Luckily the kitchen was fully stocked for some reason. We had probably broke into a show house or something. I could also see that he had some weird black box thing out with too many buttons for my likening. Just as I finished the eggs the box came alive.
"11-44 off of Oak drive, house 224 in the Oasis Plains community, repeat 11-44 off of Oak drive, house 224 in the Oasis Plains community." The box went off as quickly as it came on.
I sighed. "You go get Dean and I will get dressed." I had no idea what the box was saying but it sounded important. Both Sam and I quickly shoveled eggs into our mouths and went upstairs. I threw on jeans and a t-shirt and put on my black leather jacket and beanie. By the time I got changed I saw that Dean was out of the bathroom and eating the eggs.
"Dude these are amazing," Dean said a mouthful of eggs. "You are so sticking around."
"Glad to be wanted but right now we have a dead body to check out." The three of us piled into the Impala and drove to the crime scene which happened to be right by Larry's house. We pulled up to the curb and got out of the car. We approached Larry, who was finishing a conversation with someone on the phone. I could see a body bag on a stretcher being carried out of the neighboring house. It was raining so I had to bring out my umbrella.
"Hello. You're, uh, back early," Larry said. "Do you guys know each other?"
"This is our sister Gale, we just drove in, wanted to take another look at the neighborhood," Dean said. For some reason my heart gave a little flutter when he referred to me as his sister. It's not like I did not have any family but for some reason it just sounded right. My thoughts however were interrupted by Sam.
"What's goin' on?" he asked.
"You guys met, uh... Lynda Bloome at the barbeque?"
"The realtor."
"Well, she, uh... passed away last night." I was taken aback. Crazy lady was annoying but that wasn't enough of a reason for her to die. She was not even in the top ten of annoying people. Fortunately Dean was more focused on the case than I was.
"What happened?" he asked.
"I'm still tryin' to find out. Identified the body for the police. Look, I-I'm sorry, this isn't a good time now."
"It's okay," Sam said. Larry excused himself and the three of us gathered together.
"You two know what we have to do, right?" Dean asked.
"Yeah get into the house," Sam responded.
"See if we got a bug problem." We waited until the police left to scale the fence climbing up the side of the house and through the bedroom window. For a people who are obsessed with security it was rather easy to break in. The outline of her body was drawn on the carpet.
"This looks like the place," Dean said.
I rolled my eyes. "What gave it away? The outline on the floor or the broken glass in the bathroom?" Dean gave me a deadpanned look before moving into the bathroom. Picking up the towel several dead spiders dropped sending shivers down my spine. Something was seriously wrong here.
"Spiders. From Spider Boy?" Dean asked.
"Matt – maybe," Sam replied. The three of us broke out of the house and got into the Impala. Grabbing lunch at some cheap diner we drove back into the residence only to see a school bus pull over and Matt coming out.
"Isn't his house that way?" Dean pointed in the opposite direction.
"Yup," was Sam's answer.
"So where's he goin'?"
"There is only one way to find out," I stated. The three of us got out of the Impala and followed him into the woods. A sort of longing entered me, one for ancient forests and running streams, of birds calling amid the trees, and running swiftly and silently through the undergrowth. I squashed it however. I could worry about getting home after I had found my sword. My mother would kill me if I returned without it. It was not long before we found Matt looking at a grasshopper.
"Hey, Matt. Remember me?" Sam called out.
Matt turned towards us, the grasshopper resting on his hand. "What are you doin' out here?" he asked curious.
"Well, we wanna talk to you," Dean answered.
"You're not here to buy a house, are you?" Matt asks. Dean shook his head. "W-wait. You're not serial killers?" The three of us laughed.
"No Matt we are a lot of things but serial killers aren't one of them," I answered. I looked at the grasshopper on his hand. "May I?" I asked pointing towards the grasshopper. He nodded and put his hand forth. I put mine next to his and the grasshopper crawled from him to me. I took a closer look at it. It like mostly everything in this world was duller than the counterpart I had in mine. It was brown instead of blue and silver but I guessed from looking around the forest that was to help it blend in, just as it helped the creature do the same in my world. I handed back the grasshopper.
"So, Matt... you sure know a lot about insects," Dean said.
"So?" Matt answered looking at Dean strangely.
"Did you hear what happened to Lynda, the realtor?"
"I hear she died this morning."
"Mm, that's right. Spider bites" Okay Dean, way to make the kid more nervous than he already is.
"Matt... you tried to scare her with a spider," Sam said in his empathic 'I know how you feel' voice.
"Wait. You think I had something to do with that?" No kid we followed you into the woods for kicks. Though at this point I suspected that he didn't have anything to do with it.
"You tell us," Dean answered.
Matt was flabbergasted. "That tarantula was a joke. Anyway, that wouldn't explain the bee attack or the gas company guy."
"You know about those?" Sam asked surprised.
"There is somethin' going on here. I don't know what... but something's happening with the insects. Let me show you something." Well at least I was not the only one who thought something was going on even if that someone else was a teenager. Matt picked up his backpack and began walking towards another part of the forest. So naturally we follow him.
"So, if you knew about all this bug stuff, why not tell your dad? Maybe he could clear everybody out."
Matt let out a short hollow laugh. "Believe me, I've tried. But, uh, Larry doesn't listen to me."
"Why not?"
"Mostly? He's too disappointed in his freak son."
Sam scoffs "I hear you." I could also understand where Matt was coming from. I basically lived my life disappointing my mother. Not that I minded all that much considering that we did not get along at all.
"You do?" Dean asks surprised.
Sam gave Dean a look. "Matt, how old are you?" Sam asks genuinely curious.
"Sixteen." Right I forgot how young they all were.
"Well, don't sweat it, because in two years, something great's gonna happen."
Matt looked skeptical, "What?"
"College. You'll be able to get out of that house and away from your dad."
"What kind of advice is that? Kid should stick with his family," Dean said rather angrily.
Sam sighs and glares at him. Whatever was going on between the two of them was something I did not want to get involved in. "How much further, Matt?"
"We're close." Sam glares at Dean one more time before he continues walking. A few moments later, they reach a large clearing. A dark shadow passed over me. Whatever was going on this was the center of it. "I've been keeping track of insect populations. It's, um, part of an AP science class."
"You two are like peas in a pod," Dean mumbled.
Sam completely ignored him and focuses on Matt. "What's been happening?"
"A lot. I mean, from bees to earthworms, beetles... you name it. It's like they're congregating here."
"Why?" Dean asks.
"I don't know." As if things were ever that easy. I start walking towards a dark patch of grass a few feet away. The rest of them started following me. The dark patch turned out to be a huge pile of worms crawling and wriggling. In one of his dumber moments Dean steps on them and they fall into the ground creating a hole. Dean for some reason he crouches down and uses a stick poke around the hole.
"There is somethin' down there." He puts the stick down and puts his hand into the hole. With a disgusted expression, he brings his hand back up. Covered in dirt and worms was a human skull. The four of us were horrified.
"Anything you can tell us Gale?" Dean asked.
"I am a cultural anthropologist, you need a physical anthropologist," I mumbled feeling queasy. I did not do well with corpses. This was so many levels of wrong.
"In any case we need to dig up the rest of these bones. Matt it is best if you go home."
"No need to tell me twice," Matt said.
"Right the three of will dig these up." It took most of the afternoon but eventually we managed to get all of the intact bones we could. Most were broken or broke as we handled them because they were very brittle. I was on my cell trying to set up an appointment with the head of the anthropology department at the local college.
"Okay so the head of the anthro department wants to meet with us in an hour so we better get moving," I said. The drive over was silent and awkward. As soon as we arrived at the campus I jumped out of the car and turned towards the brothers.
"Okay you to have your moment or whatever. I am going to go talk to the professor." I got out of there before they could even respond. I prayed to the Goddess that they would get over whatever tension was going on between them. I found the professor in his class room and I explained the current situation minus the killer bugs of course.
"I was hoping you could help me. This is a bit out of my area after all," I said.
The professor, a nice older man, gave me a smile, "Certainly where are these bones you speak of?"
"My assistants should be bringing them here now. Ah, here they are." I saw Sam and Dean come down the stairs of the lecture hall carrying the box with them. They put the box on the table. The professor picked up a skull very carefully.
"This is quite an interesting find you've made. I'd say they're 170 years old, give or take. The timeframe and the geography heavily suggest Native American." So young, I would assume that they would be older than that.
"Were there any tribes or reservations on that land?"
"Not according to the historical record. But the, uh, relocation of native peoples was quite common at that time."
"What about tales then? You can learn as much from the tales as you can from the bones."
"There's a Euchee tribe in Sapulpa. It's about sixty miles from here. Someone out there might know the truth."
"I will go talk to them. I have wanted to expand my horizons and this has given me a chance."
"You don't mind if I keep these? I would like to look at the further."
"Be my guest." It was starting to get late in the day. Dean once again took the driver's seat and we were speeding towards Sapulpa. I took a quick nap in the back of the car while we drove through to the reservation. Dean had to stop to ask for directions at one point but we managed to find the right person to talk to. We enter a diner and saw a Native American man playing cards.
"Joe White Tree?" Sam asks. The man nods. "We'd like to ask you a few questions, if that's all right."
"We're students from the university," Dean started to say before he was interrupted by Joe.
"No, you're not. You're lying." Dean was taken aback.
"Well, truth is"
"You know who starts sentence with "truth is"? Liars." Dean turned to look at Sam who looked as lost as he was. I stepped in.
"Have you heard of Oasis Plains? It's a housing development near the Atoka Valley," I asked.
The old man looked up at me as if he was staring directly into my soul. "You are not from around here," he stated his voice calm.
I was about to put out a well-rehearsed lie but that did not go over well with Dean. "No I am not, I am from a land far away. How did you know?"
"You are much older than you look. I can see the years in your eyes." To say I was surprised would be an understatement. If he came clean about who I was, I was dead. There is no way Dean would let me live and I did not want to hurt him. Luckily he changed topic. "I know the area."
"What can you tell us about the history there?" Sam asked. The old man switched his gaze to him.
"I like him. He's not a liar." Dean looked pissed off at this point. "Why do you wanna know?"
"Something... something bad is happening in Oasis Plains. We think it might have something to do with some old bones we found down there - Native American bones."
"I'll tell you what my grandfather told me, what his grandfather told him. Two hundred years ago, a band of my ancestors lived in that valley. One day, the American cavalry came to relocate them. They were resistant, the cavalry impatient. As my grandfather put it, on the night the moon and the sun share the sky as equals, the cavalry first raided our village. They murdered, raped. The next day, the cavalry came again, and the next, and the next. And on the sixth night, the cavalry came one last time. And by the time the sun rose, every man, woman, and child still in the village was dead. They say on the sixth night, as the chief of the village lay dying, he whispered to the heavens that no white man would ever tarnish this land again. Nature would rise up and protect the valley. And it would bring as many days of misery and death to the white man as the cavalry had brought upon his people." Goddess curse it, they got a nature spirit to taint the area. No wonder everything was going wonky. If I had my powers maybe I could do something but right now there was no way I knew to reverse the curse. I have never felt more useless in my life.
"Sounds like nature to me. Six days," Dean mumbled.
"And on the night of the sixth day, none would survive," Joe whispered. The three of us shared a look. We thanked the man and we left the diner.
The three of us were walking back to the car when Sam interrupted our thoughts.
"When did the gas company man die?"
Dean responded quickly. "Uh, let's see, we got here Tuesday, so, Friday the twentieth."
"March twentieth?" Dean nods. "That's the spring equinox."
"The night the sun and the moon share the sky as equals."
"So, every year about this time, anybody in Oasis Plains is in danger. Larry built this neighborhood on cursed land."
"And on the sixth night - that's tonight."
"If we don't do something, Larry's family will be dead by sunrise. So how do we break the curse?" My blood ran cold. We had to get them out of this area now.
"You don't break a curse. You get out of its way. We've gotta get those people out now." We got into the car and drove away, probably breaking several traffic laws but I am pretty sure that none of us cared at this point. The sun was setting on the drive back. I could feel the tension rising. Dean was on the phone talking to Larry pretending to be a guy named Travis Weaver. When that didn't work Sam made a grab for the phone.
"Matt, its Sam. Matt, just listen. You have to get your family out of that house right now, okay?... Because something's coming… Yeah, a lot more….You've gotta make him listen, okay?"
"Give me the phone, give me the phone," he told Sam grabbing it away from him. "Matt, under no circumstances are you to tell the truth, they'll just think you're nuts… Tell him you have a sharp pain in your right side and you've gotta go to the hospital, okay?" Dean hangs up and looks directly at Sam "Make him listen? What are you thinkin?" It took us awhile to reach the house but when they got there Larry and his family was still at home. As we got out of the car he came into the house. Matt followed him out.
"Get off my property before I call the cops," he yelled. Sam tried to pacify him as did Matt but neither of them managed to do anything except make the guy angrier.
"I'm sorry. I told him the truth," Matt said and he did look sorry.
"We had a plan, Matt, what happened to the plan? Dean said.
Sam got back to the point. "Look, it's 12:00 AM. They are coming any minute now. You need to get your family and go, before it's too late. "
"Yeah, you mean before the biblical swarm. " Larry sounded skeptical and I didn't blame him but he had to leave now. Sam and Dean were still trying to give what I have dubbed 'the truth is out there' speech when my ears picked up a loud buzzing. Everyone goes silent as the buzzing grows louder and stronger. We look up and millions of bugs were filling the skies. There was no way we were going to escape. Sam echoed my thoughts as Dean screamed at us to get into the house. Dean locks and bolts the door behind us.
"Okay, is there anybody else in the neighborhood?" Sam asks.
"No, it's just us." I let out a sigh. That meant we did not have to go out searching for others.
His wife enters the room. "Honey, what's happening? What's that noise?"
"Call 911."She doesn't move. "Joanie!" She picks up the phone and dials. I help Dean grab some towels and we tried sealing the door and windows. I went for the back of the house "Phones are dead."
I heard Dean say that they must have chewed through the phone lines. Then the house went dark. Larry was scrambling for a signal but he could not find one. The five of us gathered in the hall as bugs started coating the windows. I stood in between Sam and Dean and each of them placed a hand on my shoulder as if to comfort me. I was scared, monsters I could deal with but this… I just don't know.
"So what do we do now?" Larry asked. He was just as scared as I was.
"We try to outlast it. Hopefully, the curse will end at sunrise," Sam said. I was praying to the Goddess that it would end sooner than that.
"Hopefully?"
Dean leaves and goes to the kitchen, what for I don't know. I stepped closer to Sam and looked up at him. He gave me a comforting smile but behind it I could tell he was scared as well. Dean came back with bug spray when we heard a creaking noise coming from the fireplace.
"What is it?" Matt asks.
Sam looks at the fireplace. "The flue."
"All right, I think everybody needs to get upstairs." Dean said right before millions of bugs started swarming us. I could hear screaming as we tried to protect ourselves from the bugs when I noticed something. They were swarming around me but they weren't directly attacking me like they were the others. It was like I wasn't even there. Dean uses a lighter with the can of bug spray to make it flare up. The flame wards some of the bugs away. "All right, everybody upstairs! Now! Go, go, go!"
We rushed upstairs to the attic and Sam slammed the door shut just before the bugs could reach us. I felt like we were in that attic for ages when sawdust began to fall from the ceiling and the buzzing was getting louder.
"Oh, God, what's that?" The wife asked.
"Something's eating through the wood," Dean answered. Right now he was the calmest out of all of us.
"Termites," Matt whispered.
"All right, everybody get back. Get back, get back, get back!" The three Pikes moved as far into the corner of the attic as they could. A second later, the bugs chew a hole through the ceiling and started swarming the room. The three of us frantically tried to patch up the hole in the ceiling; Dean was busy with the bug spray while Sam found a panel to block the hole with. I found a long wooden beam to keep the panel up but that only worked for a minute. Two more holes were chewed open, and Dean tried to ward them off with bug spray but nothing seemed to work. Sam and I retreat to the corner trying to protect the Pikes. Dean joined us and once again that night I am pressed between the two boys. I tried to make myself as big as possible knowing that the bugs were leaving me alone but it was fruitless. For a minute there I thought that the five people surrounding me were going to die when the sun miraculously rose. The bugs start to leave through the hole in the ceiling. Confused, the Sam, Dean and I go to see what happened. Through the hole, we could see the bugs in the sky, near the sun, in one enormous colony. We were all safe, for now anyway.
The three of us went back to the house we squatted in before and just collapsed. I have not slept that soundly in a long time. I was the first one awake at 10 as the boys were content to sleep through the morning and probably into the afternoon. I stripped my clothing and got into the steam shower. I don't know how long I was there but it must have been awhile as I heard someone knocking at the door. I turned off the water and put on my robe only to see Sam standing outside the door.
"Ah, sorry thought it was Dean," he blushed looking embarrassed.
"Nothing to apologize for, I have been in there awhile." I left to go to my room though I could still feel Sam's eyes on me. I tossed him a smile before closing the door. I got dressed and packed away my stuff, throwing it all into my duffel. I brought my stuff down stairs and went through the leftover groceries making a whole bunch of sandwiches. I heard someone come down the stairs and saw that it was Dean wearing nothing but a pair of jeans. I let myself have a moment of weakness looked him over, unfortunately he saw me.
"Like what you see," he smirked.
I gave him a smirk of my own, "Alright I admit it you're hot, but that does not mean you are my type."
"Really, what is your type then? Please tell me it's not Sam." I let out a laugh.
"It's not Sam either so you can relax, sandwich?" He grabs one and the two of us lapsed into a comfortable silence. Sam soon came down and grabbed one as well. The three of us did not have to say a word just enjoying each other's presence.
"Well I am heading off," I said. "I got work for me in San Francisco and they probably will have my skin for being late."
"Alright see you later then Gale," Dean said heading up stairs. Sam lingered down stairs and approached me. He embraced me in a hug and I returned it.
"You know you can always call us when you need to," Sam said.
"Right back at you Sam," I stated. The two of us let go and I headed out the front door. I waved at Sam and he waved backed. I walked and got into my car off to my next adventure. I had no idea where the future leads me but all I know is that I had two friends to back me up wherever my adventures took me.