"Don't worry about me, Deano." I turn over on my side.
Disregarding me completely, he shoves an arm under my head and places the pillows under before putting me down and basically tucks me in.
"You're my responsibility from the moment you entered the impala, so I will worry as much as I want." he whispers and pats my ankles on top of the comforter again.
That time I slept really well until my dreams twisted into the moment my parents were attacked. The amount of blood that was all over the floor. I tried to reach out to them, the animals then focus on me together and I was defenseless. I look around for anything to help, but nothing is there. I could feel it, the teeth dragging into my flesh, pulling it apart. The claws busting my chest open, the air leaving my lungs with a last scream.
Once more I wake up and it's 5:36 am this time. Drenched in sweat and deciding upon a warm shower to calm down the anxiety I was getting, though I found that it only made it worse.
I couldn't help but curl up, crouched down because I was getting the soap down my legs, but then I didn't feel like I could breathe. I stayed that way until one of the Winchesters came into the bathroom, unknowing that I was in the shower or because it was already probably 6.
"H-hello?" my voice came out cracked and weak.
"Ava?" he asks aloud.
"Sam?" I feel my body shaking.
"I'm so sorry, I'll just-" my voice a cracked whisper that cuts him off.
"Help me." Tears come down my face.
He swings open the shower door and sees me, doused in water and some soap, crouched, vulnerable, shaking, and unable to move. Pulling a towel off the hook behind the bathroom door he covers me completely, turns off the water and picks me up as I am, placing me on his bed. A small breeze hits me and I shiver in his arms. He covers me in his comforter.
"What's wrong with her?" Dean wakes up abruptly.
"I think she has anxiety, but she's also frozen. She was taking a hot shower when I went in to brush my teeth. Couldn't move at all." the younger Winchester's hazel eyes meet mine.
Little did they know, I was living something differently in my body. I was reliving the moments right before their deaths, with several endings that include their impending deaths at my feet. The screams, the cries, the warm red liquid pooling everywhere, the grunts, the groans, the cracking of bones, the thuds of dropping bodies, it was all too much.
"What do we do?" I felt the bed sink a bit next to me.
"I think she just has to find a memory that isn't painful, happy, or anything, just peaceful." Sam says.
"What about music? Would that help?" green eyes bore into mine.
"Maybe, why?" Sam turns to face his brother who'd already gone out the door to the impala it seems.
He comes back with the guitar.
"You mind if I play?" he looks to me for approval. I nod slightly.
He begins to strum. It's Sweet Home Alabama. He slowly gets into it and sings along.
Big wheels keep on turning
Carry me home to see my kin
Singing songs about the Southland
I miss Alabamy once again
And I think its a sin, yes
He mumbles through the next part of it, not knowing the lyrics. I felt my heart slowly try to beat normal. My short uneven breaths try to find a pace. Sam rubs my back as he notices the change in my body, it's less tense.
Sweet home Alabama
Where the skies are so blue
Sweet Home Alabama
Lord, I'm coming home to you
I was regaining a sense of normalcy and the images of my parents was fading.
"You feel alright now?" his emerald orbs full of worry, the other's hazel honey touched look to me as well.
"I guess." I reply as best I can.
"We can stay a little longer, we still have a few hours before check out." Sam keeps rubbing circles on my back.
"It's okay. I can breath better now." I pull the comforter close.
"Could've told us you had anxiety." Sam nudges me softly.
"I hadn't had any attacks since I was 16 and I was diagnosed so I didn't think it was important since I've been taking my medication." looking down at the bed I stay curled up.
"What ever it is, while you're with us, you should feel safe to tell us what's up, alright?" he hugs me tightly.
"I know, Sammy, I know." he smiles and leaves to finish morning routine.
Dean places back the guitar in the case and puts it on the table. He goes into the small fridge and pulls out a beer from yesterday and takes a swig from it. I creep towards the edge of the bed and try to make my way to the duffel by the couch. I pull underwear out and put them on, along with jeans. Putting on a bra and a tank top followed.
"You alright now?" Dean calls out.
"Yeah, just a moment of weakness, I suppose you could call it." I move the towel over my head and dry off my wet locks of brunette hair.
"Just, make sure to tell us if something's wrong. If we can help, we will. Even if we can't, we'll try." the sound of heavy steps making their way towards me, placing a strong hand on my shoulder.
"Got it." I chuckle a bit.
"What's so funny?" brows furrowed in confusion.
"Well, we've had one too many chick flick moments." is all I can say.
My heart bangs against my chest. The anxiety comes up again at the thought of meeting the mysterious uncle. Mother never had any childhood pictures of hers up around the house. Dad was, well he was Dad and he had random pictures of just us and pictures of us with locals from Maine only.
Breathing deeply and making sure I didn't alert Sam who was driving my baby and somehow got me to where a bracelet which measured heart rate. The scare put him in doctor mode. After a few breathing exercises and some water I felt better.
Questions still arose from the knot in my gut.
What if he's creepy?
What if he's an addict?
What if he's into dungeons and dragons?!
What about his taste in music?
What if he doesn't like me?
What if he turns me away because I am his sister's kid?
What if he's into what these guys are into?
Would he make me do it too?
The questions got me dizzy and I decided to lean on the door and take a nap. Something pat my shoulder and I brushed it off. Again it pat my arm. I turn into the door and keep sleeping. It shakes me gently.
"What did I do to wake this early?" My voice was a bit raspy.
"Well, unless you don't want lunch then stay here." He nudges.
"Guess I could eat." I fix up my messy bed head.
He chuckles and turns off the engine. Stepping out and jogging out to my side, he swings open the door and grabs my hand.
"I'm not passing out any time soon, Dean." My voice a bit annoyed.
He keeps a hold of me and we walk into the place. I slide into the booth first and one of them goes in after me.
"What a change to see a young lady with her boyfriend and her older brother." The waitress smiles.
"Thanks ma'am. Can we get 1 black coffee, 2 cokes and 2 deluxe cheeseburgers with waffle fries please?" Sam orders.
I rest my head on the one next to me and inhale deeply still groggy. My eyes lazily opening to see Dean in front of me and Sam next to me. I smile still half awake. A quiet yawn and coffee later I was eating away Sam's fries since he didn't look interested in them in the least.
"I'll order a small snack for the road. Sammy take her back to the car. She doesn't seem like she'll make it there before stopping for a nap." The green eyed Winchester tells moose.
My eyes closed, but I felt my body being moved and brought out the place and into the cold lot. I shiver a bit since it was some what chilly despite it probably being 4 in the afternoon. Sleep lay claim to me and with that I slept hours.
He drove all morning and it was some time in the late afternoon when we stopped somewhere. It looked like a scrap yard. I look at him put her into park and hear Sam pull up behind us.
"This, Ava is the home of a friend of ours. He's a good guy, gruff but good." Dean says and steps out.
Exiting through my side as well I close the door softly. Turning to my car and jogging towards her with open arms. Sam awkwardly stands behind the driver's door not knowing exactly what I was doing. Once I touched the hood I was gone. Like a lover would to his, I whisper sweet nothings to my baby.
"So, why don't we give them some time with one another." Dean gives Sammy a serious face.
"They don't understand us, Baby." I said loud enough for them to hear. Dean chuckles and Sam scoffs.
After holding onto her for a bit I checked her out and made sure that she wasn't scratched. Dirty but not scratched. I get into the driver's seat and check the dashboard.
"Baby, as soon as we meet this mysterious Uncle, I'll give you a good old fashion hand wash. Clean you're interior." I drag my finger tip along the steering wheel and exit quickly.
Pressing a kiss to my palm and holding it against the hood once before looking around. I bit my lip a bit and feel kind of lost. Unsure where I should be going I decide to go back to the impala and grab the journal. Keeping it close to my side and wander a little. Deciding it was pointless to keep wandering.
"Dean?" I call out. No response.
"Dean?" I shout a little louder.
"Sam?" I cry out. No response. My chest tightens.
Breathing slowly, looking towards the ground, following the moved gravel, back to the cars and then I scan the area. Remembering the direction where they walked off. Continuing that path, finding the house at the end of a right turn.
"See, Bobby, what'd I tell you? She found the way here without help." I heard Dean talk to the person that must have been Bobby.
I stopped before going inside. Openning the journal to check the name and the address. It was exactly the same as what was written. The boys and the gruff man came to the doorway. His eyes stared at me in disbelief.
"Ava?" My name escapes his mouth.
Not knowing how to respond I stare. Its rude but it is the first time I've met the man. His redneck like appearance, the tinge of southern accent, and the light smell of whiskey.
