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Chapter 7

When I awoke, I was curled up on the bed, clutching the blankets tightly around my shoulders. I rolled over, careful as to not upset my injuries, and found Dean fast asleep in the chair I had originally fallen asleep in. How selfless and kind of him.

It was just after 10 AM. Sam stepped out of the bathroom and gave me a small smile when he saw I was awake.

"Good morning," he whispered as he sat down at his computer. I smiled back in a tired acknowledgement and made my way to the bathroom. I had fallen asleep with wet hair the night before and, as a result, my hair had dried with awkward creases. I quickly braided my hair into two pigtails and covered up the fading bruise across my cheekbone with concealer. I could live with the healing cuts across my face and neck, but that nasty yellow-green bruise would not do.

When I walked back out, now dressed in jeans and a tank top with a gray cardigan, Dean was awake and peering over Sam's shoulder at the laptop.

"Already itching for another ghost to kill?" I asked, sitting down on the edge of Sam's bed.

"Not much else to do, now is there, Chardonnay?" Dean answered, not bothering to look up from the computer.

"By the way, Dean, thanks for letting me have the bed last night. You didn't have to do that."

"My pleasure," Dean winked at me. "By the way, these are real cute." He flicked on of my braids up before grabbing his duffel bag and walking into the bathroom.

"Here," Sam said as he handed me a bottle of Advil.

"Bless your sweet heart," I said, graciously taking the bottle. I walked over to the counter where the complimentary coffee and coffee pot were and started making my cup. By the time it was ready, Dean was out of the bathroom and back to peering at the computer over Sam's shoulder.

"Do y'all own anything other than plaid?" I observed the two of them in their flannel shirts and jeans.

"Ladies like the plaid," Dean answered simply. I rolled my eyes and mixed sugar and cream into my coffee.

As I leaned against the counter and drank, Sam and Dean spoke to each other in hushed voices. Dean was constantly referring to an old leather book he held in his hand. I walked over to them, leaning one arm on Dean's shoulder and draping the other around Sam's. I caught the tail end of their conversation before they immediately shut up.

"So what's going on?" Sam and Dean sat silently. Sam caught me stealing a glance at his computer before he quickly shut it.

I sat down in the chair opposite them. I crossed my arms and one leg over the other and watched them. They sat uncomfortably. I continued to watch them, getting more and more frustrated by the moment.

"Alright, here's the deal," I said finally, laying both hands on the table. "I get that I'm new here. You aren't sure if you can trust me. But I took the risk to trust you two and now it's your turn to trust me."

Sam started, "It's not that we don't-"

I interrupted him. "Maybe it isn't even trust. The point is, like it or not, we're a team now. And until we decide otherwise, we're stuck together. So you two need to learn that I may be new, but I can be very helpful if you'll let me."

"Feisty," Dean laughed.

"Alright, Drew," Sam sighed. "Here's the deal…"

"A demon with yellow eyes?" They nodded. "Missing dad?" Another nod. "And this demon… he killed your mom?" Another nod. "Jeez. There is no end to the surprises with you boys."

"Tell me about it," Sam chuckled. "Imagine my surprise when this idiot suddenly shows up at Stanford to tell me dad's gone." Dean smacked Sam upside the head, which only resulted in laughs.

"How can I help?"

"You really want to?"

"You two saved my life. Three times now. It is quite literally the very least I can do."

"That's really kind of you, Drew," Sam smiled. Dean's phone went off and he stepped outside to answer it. "Come here, I'll show you what to look for." I scooted my chair closer to Sam and listened as he began to explain what to look for when searching for a case and, more importantly, how to follow the trail of the Yellow-Eyed Demon.

"Pack it up, you two," Dean walked back in. "Bobby's got a case for us." Without a word, Sam closed his laptop and packed it away. I, on the other hand, stayed put.

"Seriously? Already?"

"Monsters are everywhere, all the time. Better get used to it, Chardonnay."

"Well, who's Bobby?"

"You'll meet him eventually. But now, get your ass up, we gotta go."

"Okay, okay." I picked up my already packed duffel bag. "I'm ready." Dean slipped my duffel bag off my arm and carried it out to the car.

"Hey!" I exclaimed. "I'm not totally incapable!" Dean turned to look at me and laughed.

"Pretty girl, it has nothing to do with your abilities and everything to do with simply being a gentleman." I smirked and shook my head. I followed him to the car, reaching for the car handle. Dean put his arm on the door.

"Are you sure about this?" I turned to face him. He was standing much closer than I anticipated; his face was mere inches from mine. His green eyes searched mine intently.

"I've never been more sure of anything in my life." I took his hand in mine, feeling just as surprised as he looked. "I know the risks and I'm okay with them. With you two, I'll be in more danger than I ever have in my life. But, as long as I'm with you, I'll never be safer." Dean's face softened and he continued to look into my eyes. My breath caught as he leaned in closer.

"Ready?" Sam's voice snapped us out of this trance we were in. Dean cleared his throat and nodded at Sam before moving to the driver's seat.

I sat silently in the backseat, trying to process what exactly had occurred between Dean and me. I chalked it up to just being a "caught up in the moment" situation. One that would not ever happen again.

"Where does Bobby want us?" Sam asked as Dean pulled out of the motel parking lot.

"Oklahoma," Dean answered. "So settle yourselves in, kids. We've got a long drive ahead of us."

I leaned forward, poking my head between the two front seats.

"I spy with my little eye…"

"Char?"

"Yeah?"

"No." I huffed and leaned back into my seat.

"You never let me have any fun," I whined dramatically.

"Oh, don't blame me for that, Chardonnay. Blame Sam." The two of us looked at him, confused. "If Sam wasn't here, the two of us could be having all the fun you want." I let out a little yelp and my cheeked burned. Sam and Dean laughed while I proceeded to pretend the suddenly be very interested in my shoes.

We arrived at the motel some time in the afternoon. Sam took over driving for the last few hours so Dean could get some rest before the hunt. Dean went to check us in while Sam and I unloaded the car. Or rather, Sam unloaded the car. I think they were babying me. Dean returned moments later and picked up his duffel bag. Sam carried mine in-swatting my hand away every time I reached for it-and tossed it on the bed closest to the window. He immediately took his laptop out and sat down at the table.

"What are we looking at here?" I asked, sitting down in the chair next to him.

"Bobby said there have been a bunch of murders happening here. People have been arrested but they have no recollection of it happening," Dean answered.

"And each person was caught on camera moments before the murders occurred," Sam added.

"So… what does that mean?" I asked.

"Can't say for sure yet. Let's go check out the last crime scene," Dean answered. He and Sam took turns changing into suits in the bathroom without saying a word to each other or myself.

"Awww, so handsome!" I cooed when they stood in front of me, fully changed into suits and ties. "So, how exactly do you expect to get into the crime scene?" Immediately, Sam and Dean reached into the inside pocket of their jackets and pulled out FBI badges.

"Oh man," I leaned back in my chair, shaking my head. "Do you guys do anything legal?"

"Live life on the wild side, Chardonnay," Dean smirked. I watched as he and Sam finished tying their ties around their necks and headed out to the Impala.

Once they were gone, I sat down at Sam's laptop and started doing research. I started by looking up news reports for the murders.

As of two weeks prior, three women had been murdered by their significant others or family. The first, a 25-year-old woman named Sarah, was killed by her fiancé. Her fiancé was arrested just a day later when his fingerprints were discovered on the bloodied knife at the crime scene and he was caught by a street camera leaving the scene of the crime. Just like the knife, he was also covered in blood.

A few days after the arrest of Sarah's fiancé, a 30-year-old woman named Lily was found dead in her home. Her brother was arrested for the crime. He had apparently been in and out of prison for years for drug abuse and robberies. Again, he had been caught on street cameras leaving the scene of the crime covered in blood.

Dean and Sam had gone to check out the crime scene of the most recent murder. I couldn't find much information about this one. There was a news article simply stating a 27-year-old woman was found dead in her apartment and her husband was in custody. No names and no manner of death were released.

By the time I finished finding all I could on the topic, the Winchesters had been gone for just barely an hour. Sam called me to tell me they had finished up at the crime scene and were headed to the police station to interview the man they had in custody. I was exhausted, so I closed the laptop, took some Advil, and laid down in one of the beds. I absent-mindedly flipped through the channels on the TV, finally settling on an overly dramatic soap opera as nothing else really caught my eye.

I found myself slowly drifting off when the motel door flew open. I was suddenly very aware of my surroundings and my heart pounded. Seeing that it was only Sam, I relaxed and held my hand over my chest.

"Heavens, you scared me," I sighed. Sam looked at me, his eyes seeming to pierce through to my very soul. "Where's Dean?" Sam stayed silent, his jaw was set. He took a slow step toward me. I had never been truly afraid of Sam, but in that moment, his presence was dark and ominous.

"Sam…?" I cautiously scooted towards the backboard of the bed. His eyes were so dark. My heart raced. "Sam, what's going on?"

"Nothing," Sam spoke for the first time upon entering the room. His voice was deeper than usual. But it was Sam's voice nonetheless. "Nothing's going on."

"Well then where's Dean?"

"Doesn't matter." My heart pounded in my ears. Sam took another step towards me. And suddenly, he was on top of me. His weight crushed my already fragile ribs. His large hands pinned my wrists to the bed and I screamed.

"Sam, get off me please!" I begged, unsuccessfully trying to free myself from his grip. I have no idea where he pulled the rope from, but he swiftly gripped both of my wrists in one hand and tied them together with the rope. He pulled me up by the rope with aggressive force and pulled me off the bed. Sam threw me into a chair and, again pulling a rope out from who knows where, tied me down to the chair.

"Sam, please, what are you doing? Let me go," I cried, struggling to get free. Sam slowly stroked the back of his hand against my cheek and then made his way over to his bag. Out of the side pocket, he pulled out a switchblade. My eyes grew wide and I fought harder to get free.

"Time to say goodbye," Sam cooed, as he slowly trailed the back of the knife against the same spot on my cheek where his hand had traced moments before. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to fight back a grimace. But I couldn't. I was so afraid. Sam drew his arm back and the knife glistened in the dull motel lighting. I swear it was just like a dramatic moment in a movie.

And just like any dramatic moment in a movie, Dean came bursting through the door. He fired his gun and Sam let out a wail. Dean came closer, stepping between his brother and myself. Sam ran out the door.

"Are you okay?" Dean asked as he knelt down next to me, untying the binds around my wrists.

"What the hell was that?" I cried. "Why was Sam trying to kill me?"

"That wasn't Sam," Dean answered. He finished untying me and helped me out of the chair. "Come on. I'm not leaving you alone again."

I followed him out the door of the motel room and around the corner of the motel. Dean stopped in his tracks and knelt down to get a closer look at something. I peered around him to see what had caught his attention.

A fleshy pile sat on the sidewalk, complete with some strands of hair and nails. It took me a moment to realize the scream was coming from me. My legs gave out and I crumbled to the ground. I clasped one hand over my mouth and clutched my stomach with the other arm as I sat there in a shaking mess.

"Shhh," Dean said, holding me to him. "It's okay, it's okay."

"What the hell is that," I asked shakily. Dean stroked my hair and held my head to his chest. He wrapped an arm around me and held me close.

"It's a shifter," he answered. "That wasn't Sam, it was a shifter."

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