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Episode 4:15 Death Takes a Holiday
Sammy walk down the stairs, which made me feel obligated to get up. Sam stayed in the living room and got on his laptop. I walked into the kitchen as Dean read the paper with a cup of coffee in his hand. Still wanting the normal life... poor guy. I walked over to the coffee machine and poured myself a cup.
"Lets hit the road." Sam said as he walked though the kitchen and out to the car. Something wasn't right with them at all. Dean gave me a sad look and walked off to grab his stuff. I looked over at Bobby as he walked in and shrugged his shoulders.
"Am I going or not?" I asked.
"I don't know. Do you feel up to it? Dean was MIA a week or so after he rose." Bobby said as he drank the rest of Deans coffee.
"The last time I rose I was back to hunting almost immediately. Cas helped me out a little actually with the mental trauma of Hell. Like he made the memories come back in waves. I guess I'm up to it." I said with a shrug.
"Hey Dean." Bobby said.
"What?" Dean said walking down the stairs.
"How would you feel if I came along?" I asked him. He shook his head.
"No, you just rose yesterday. Your weak, mentally not to mention physically. No." Dean said.
"Dean, I walked from my grave to Bobby's house. I remember nothing from hell."
"What happens when you remember. No." he said. I rolled my eyes and gave Bobby a hug.
"Thanks for everything Bobby. I'll keep in touch." I said as I walked out to the car.
"Your coming?" Sam asked.
"Much to your brothers dismay, yes. Someone has to make sure you two stay alive." I said as I squished into the back seat. Sam got into the passengers seat, we just waited for Dean.
Dean walked out of the house with a look of fury on his face. He walked over to the drivers seat and placed his bags in the back next to me. He got in and started the car and we were off.
"We should stop in the next town for breakfast and to brief what the job is." Sam piped up. Dean gave a curt nod and then turned the radio on. The car was flooded with the sound of Led Zeppelin.
We pulled into a small diner in the next town over. We all got out of the car and took our seats in the diner without saying anything. I had to admit I was a bit reluctant to start hunting so soon after being risen, but I wasn't the type of person to just sit and wait around for whatever. My goal is to hunt with the boys and try to figure out why I was risen.
Ring, ring, ring, ring, ring.
"Hey Bobby." Sam said as he took his call. Dean got up and fiddled with the jukebox. I decided to watch Sam talk on the phone and try figure out what Bobby was telling him.
"No, no, no you're right, it's defiantly , Bobby. Thanks." Sam said as he hung up the phone. I guess we have our case. Dean came over giving up on his effort to make the jukebox work, without a word he sat next to me.
"What's up?" Dean said to Sam, referring to the call.
"Uh- Bobby found something in Wyoming." Sam said.
"A job?" I asked, that's what it had sounded like to me.
"Maybe." Sam said, seeming distant. He had seemed distant the whole time I had been back, not to mention the tension between him and Dean. What the hell happened when I was gone?
"Small town, no one's died in the past week and a half." Sam continued as Dean stuffed his face with his burger.
"That so unusual?" Dean said in between chewing his food.
"Well, its how they're not dying. Um- One guy with terminal cancer walks out of hospice. Another guy capped by a mugger walks away without even a scratch." Sam explained.
"Capped in the ass?" Dean asked, I smiled and poked at my food.
"'Police say Mr. Jenkins was shot in the heart at point blank range by a 9 millimeter.'" Sam said reading the report on his laptop.
"And he's not a donut?" Dean asked.
"Locals are saying its a miracle." Sam said.
"If that wont kill you I don't know what will, that's not a miracle, that's demonic." I said staring at the food in front of me. I could feel Sam looking at me, his eyes digging into my head.
"It's gotta be something nasty right? Maybe people making deals or something." Sam said, trying to continue with the conversation.
"That wouldn't make any sense though, people usually make deals after the person is dead. Not while they are still alive. But I don't know, it could be." I said as I ate a fry.
"You think?" Dean asked Sam.
"I don't know what else it would be." Sam said and paused for a moment. "Alright then, get that to go." he said referring to the meals in front of Dean and I. I gave Dean a sideways glance and he shrugged. I got out of the booth and walked over to the take out containers and grabbed two. I placed one on the table and put my burger in the box.
"Come on." Sam said looking at Dean, he didn't budge. I stood there biting my lip not knowing how this was going to unfold.
"What?" Sam asked. By the expression on Deans face he was going to turn this into a fight. Such a girl.
"You sure you want us to go with you?" Dean asked as I have him a confused glance and looked back to Sam.
"Why wouldn't I?" Sam asked nonchalantly.
"Ah, I don't know, I don't wanna be holding you back or nothing. Pretty sure Lexa wouldn't want to either." Dean said taking another bite of his burger. I let my confusion be known with a little huh, under my breath.
"Dude, I've told you a hundred times that was the siren talking, not me. Can we get past this?" Sam said defensively.
"Yeah, we're past it." Dean said dropping the rest of his burger down and got up. Sam walked out to the car with a little huff. I gave Dean a 'what the hell was that' look.
"What?" Dean asked putting two dollars on the table for the waitress.
"You're going to be explaining to me what the hell happened while I was gone, when we get some time alone." I said sternly and walked out to the car with Dean trailing behind me.