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"So, where do you guys live?"
Dean and Sam just looked at each-other with concern.
"What?"
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"So basically, you go around popping ghosts and you want me to go with you. What are you fucking nuts?" I could not believe what I just heard. First I find I have family and now their part of a supernatural mafia?
"Look, I know this all seems…strange, but we're telling you the truth; we're not crazy." Sam explained.
"Well we are but that's another story," Dean said with a smile.
"I hate to break it to you but I think you both have a few screws loose. Listen it's been real, it's been fun, but it hasn't been real fun," I grabbed my bag and started to walk away when both of them cornered me…again.
"What is with you blocking my way dude?" I huffed, not enjoying this mother hen stuff they were pulling.
"Listen, I know we sound like a bunch of nuts, and we can't provide with a more stable environment, but we're asking you to trust us," Sam pleaded and even Dean seemed sincere with the gesture.
"I don't trust anyone. I can't afford to," I said, looking around the dusty parking lot. "But I'll go along; I mean what could be worse then getting your ass kicked for how many years."
Dean and Sam looked like they didn't know whether to laugh or be sad.
"Guys, you can laugh, it was a joke."
Laughing nervously, they pulled me into a hug, and escorted me to the car.
"Dude, I can't believe what a sweet car you have; at least you both have good taste!" I threw my bag in the trunk and hopped in the back while Dean drove and Sam sat shotgun.
"I hope you have a tolerance for mullet rock, because you will hear nothing but," Sam said with a slight smile.
"Actually, I don't mind it, but I'm more into the punk/indie scene...depending on my mood."
"HAHA, Sammy must have inherited the crappy music gene," Dean laughed and I smiled.
I was amazed by both of my brother's open acceptance of me as their sister, and I realized in that moment that I haven't been this happy in a long time.
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After three hours in the car, I began to feel sick. I was sweaty, my stomach was cramping, and I couldn't sit still. I needed a hit; I just needed to figure out a way to get the boys to stop.
"Hey guys, I gotta pee. Bad."
With that, we pulled off the highway to a gas station, and I went into the restroom. That was easier than I thought it would be! I snorted a small line that would last me to where we were going but not too much were my brothers could tell. I immediately felt myself calm, and my body relax. I pulled out on my sunglasses, and met them outside.
We stopped at a crappy hotel around 8, got dinner, and settled in for the night. The issue of sleeping was solved easily; I batted my eyelashes and I got my own bed.
"Man, we need to work on our defense man," Dean huffed to Sam, as he set up the sofa for himself.
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I showered, changed, snorted another line in the bathroom, while my brother's were in the next room. I eyes were blood-shot so I took out my Clear Eyes to lessen the redness; and they turned back into a more normal color. I shuffled out the door and plopped down on my own bed. I flipped on the TV, and began to watch the news when I caught my brothers staring at me. Oh shit, they knew!
But I realized they were staring at my bruises, welts, and burn marks that covered my body. I made the mistake of wearing tattered shorts and a ripped t-shirt, the only pajamas I owned, and both saw my bruises and burns in plane sight. Way to go dumbass!
"Jesus, Maddie, look at you," Sam said as he sat next to me with the first aid kit. Dean, who looked too pissed to speak, walked into the bathroom and slammed the door.
"I'm sorry; I made Dean mad at me. I'll go put something else on," I got up to change but Sam pulled me back on the bed.
"Baby, Dean isn't made at you! He's mad that he wasn't there to protect you from all this. Now, let me see those burns, they look infected."
Sammy began to fix me up and I slowly began to feel the walls I had built over the years, crumble in a day. Sam asked if I wanted any pain killers while he patched me up, but I declined. I wasn't feeling anything anyway.
"Hey, why don't we go shopping soon to get you some better clothes? These seem a bit old," Sam said, making small talk while he checked out my numerous injuries. I knew Sam saw the dirt, and blood on pretty much all my clothes and it bothered him.
"That sounds great to me!"I lay back, letting the drugs dull my senses, and fell asleep.
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Later, I felt someone tuck me under the covers and when I opened my eyes briefly, it was Dean. He kissed my forehead and climbed into the couch he situated to be closest to the door. I smiled, because it was the first loving kiss I received since my mom died. I let the drugs take me back and I fell into my first fit-full sleep in a long time, knowing my brothers were there.
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