Chapter 7

I didn't look up as Dean and Sam made their way to the Impala. I stormed off after my argument with Dean, and walked back to the Impala from the vampires cabin on my own, leaving the disposal of the bodies to my brothers. I was too angry to even care that I didn't help them with finishing the job.

I broke into the Impala with my pick lock and was currently sitting in the back seat, staring out the window at the dark starless sky.

Dean and Sam didn't even say a word as they got into the Impala, shutting their doors behind them with a tired thud.

Dean turned on the ignition and I could feel his glare at me through the rear-view mirror but I didn't look up, wanting him to know that I was still pissed off.

He let out a small groan and pulled the car out of its parking spot and back on the quiet dark road. The car was silent, no one saying a word throughout the drive back to the motel. Dean didn't even turn on the radio which meant he was really pissed. Sam kept twitching awkwardly, probably feeling the tension that could have been cut with a knife.

We all walked into the motel silently, Dean thumping a duffel filled with weapons at the door, making us all look up at him from the sudden interruption of silence.

Before he could say anything I went into the bathroom and scrubbed off the dirt and dry blood from my hands that still remained from the hunt. I think my brothers washed up at the house after they discarded the bodies.

"I'll go get us food", I muttered, leaving the bathroom not looking up as I made my way to the door. I just wanted to get out of there, there was a diner not far down the street from us so my brothers couldn't refuse me going since I didn't need to drive.

Dean quickly grabbed my upper arm, stopping me from leaving. "You're not going anywhere. We're going to settle this…", he said, his jaw clenched. He turned to Sam and threw him the keys.

Sam just gave us both a look that said 'behave' and walked out, closing the door softy behind him.

I let out a sigh and reluctantly looked up at my older brother who was looking at me with his arms crossed.

"Are you not going to say anything?", he asked with one eyebrow raised, like it was pretty obvious what I should say.

"What do you want me to say?"

"I would like an apology for one…"

"An apology?! Why the hell should I apologise?", I huffed, shocked.

"Are you seriously asking? You cut your arm open just to get the attention of a vampire"

I groaned and turned away as I shook my head annoyed. I turned back to my older brother and folded my arms, "Am I not a part of the team?"

"What?", Dean asked confused by my question.

"I said, am I not a part of the team? Why am I not treated as an equal in our trio? If you did what I did, you would never let me or Sam argue about it"

"Jaime…", Dean huffed softly calming down as he looked down at his muddy boots then up at me with a serious look in his eyes, "you are my little sister and as much of the pain in the ass that you are… I care about you. How do you think it makes me feel when my sister thinks she has to hurt herself just so we can get through a hunt? I'm supposed to take care of you. You are my responsibility. I don't need you to think that you need to save us when we're in a tough situation... that's what I'm here for"

I looked down, feeling bad for worrying my brother like that. "I understand that, Dean...", I mumbled softly, looking back up at him. "But you need to understand that I'm not a little girl. I don't always need you there to keep me safe. And no matter what, I will always do everything I can to protect this family"

Dean groaned softly and ran a hand through his short light brown hair, "Yeah, because you're a reckless Winchester that's why", he huffed with a little grin.

I smiled and shrugged, "So we good?", I asked hopefully at my brother.

"Yeah... we're good", Dean smiled softly with a nod.

"Alright, let's hug it out", I groaned reluctantly as I put my arms out.

"Do we have to?", Dean groaned with a slight grin, taking a slight step back.

"Yes! Dr Phil says it's essential to have physically contact after a fight to rebond the ties.", I explained my hands still out as I walked towards him.

"You really need to stop watching Dr Phil", Dean shook his head as he finally gave in and walked into my hug.

He wrapped his arms under mine tightly, it was comfortable at first then he chuckled to himself as he began to squeeze.

"D-Dean, c-can't...", I groaned, barely able to speak as he squeezed me tighter. I felt my feet raise from the ground as he straightened his back, lifting me up to his height.

"Sorry, what did you say?", he asked, as he began to squeeze even tighter until I couldn't even breath.

"Can't b-breath...", I managed to mumble out before he finally released me and I landed on the ground on my butt.

I quickly regain my breath as I glared holes through Dean's head from the floor.

"Dr Phil is right... I do feel better", he smirked, looking down at me before he walked away.


Sam balanced two large hot pizza boxes on his right palm, and had a large bottle of Coco-Cola tucked under his arm. With his free hand he turned the knob of the motel room door, opening it to see Dean and I fighting, Dean holding me down on the red carpeted floor.

"Dean!", Sam yelled, instantly tensing as he kicked the door shut before he quickly placed the pizza and drink on the nearest bed.

"Say it!", Dean ordered me as he held me down.

"No!", I refused, struggling as I tried to pull free from him but he was too strong.

"Dean, what the hell?!", Sam yelled, reaching out as he tried to pull him off me.

Sam managed to move Dean enough for me to be able to lift my knee and hit him where it hurts.

"Ughh!...", Dean grunted in pain as he flopped to the side, finally getting off me.

"What do you think you were doing?", Sam questioned Dean as he grabbed the front of his shirt, pulling him up to a sitting position.

Before Dean could answer I lunged at him, knocking him back down and forcing Sam to release the grip he had on him.

"Jaime!", Sam reprehended, but I ignored him.

I tried my best to to hold Dean down as I dug my knee into him. Dean just chuckled arrogantly but before he could say or do anything we were forced apart.

"Stop fighting!", Sam yelled, his arms out to separate us.

"Relax Sammy, we were just playing...", Dean huffed out breathless as he swatted his brother's hand away. "And I was kicking Jaime's ass until you came along"

"Winning? You tackled me out of nowhere!", I argued, pointing my finger accusingly at Dean.

"I was testing your fighting skills. You're a little rough"

"Your rough, you little...", I muttered before leaping forward towards him but Sam saw it coming and quickly put his arm out to stop me.

Dean chuckled shaking his head, "All you needed to say is 'Dean Winchester is too sexy for his shirt', then I would've let you go"

Sam groaned dropping the arm that was holding me back, "Kick his ass, Jaime", he muttered nonchalant, as he picked himself up from the ground and walked off.

Then I lunged towards Dean again.


After we ate the delicious Pizzas Sam brought, Dean and then Sam showered leaving me with ice cold water. I walked out of the bathroom in boxers and a tee with goosebumps covering my arms and legs from being so cold.

Dean chuckled at the sight of me, "You alright there, Princess?", he mocked.

He knew I hated being called that. Clearly, I ain't no Princess. I just groaned and continued to dry my hair with the towel.

I dried it the best I could and cringed as I let go of my cold and wet hair as it hit my bare shoulders. I would have wore longer clothing but I can't go to bed in anything but shorts and a short sleeve shirt no matter how cold it is. I just so agitated if I sleep in long puffy clothing. The only times I didn't do this is when I'm so exhausted from a hunt that I just knock out on the bed in my jeans and hoodie.

I packed my towel away and turned to the Queen sized beds, one had Sam sprawled across it sleeping and the other had Dean sitting, fiddling with his phone.

"Scoot over", I told Dean as I shuffled in with him and quickly tucked myself under the covers, trying to return the warmth back to my body.

Dean moved over and switched off the lamp as he got under the covers.

I was still freezing cold and I shuffled into Dean's side for warmth.

"Damn it, Jaime. You're freezing!", he hissed as he instinctively shifted away because my cold skin came in contact with him. He then shuffled back over and tucked me into his side, rubbing my arm as he tried to get me warm.

"You guys didn't leave me any hot water", I whined, tucking my head into his chest.

Dean just chuckled as a response as he pulled me in closer.

My eyes began to flutter close as Dean's body heat warmed me up, the exhaustion from the days work of decapitating vampires taking over.

"By the way, Jay", Dean spoke, making me alert again as I opened my eyes to his voice. "You have to clean the weapons in the duffel right after school tomorrow. I accidentally dropped my gun in a puddle of vampire blood", he chuckled, knowing that it wasn't an accident. He knew I had to clean them since he put me on cleaning duty for a month. I guess he still had it out for me for the tattoo.

I just grunted as a reply, too tired to even argue.

"Don't get pissed. It was your idea to get inked"

"I'm not pissed because I have to clean the weapons. I'm pissed because I have to go back to school and be the freak again", I mumbled out angrily, not really wanting him to hear me but needing to let out my frustration.

"Jaime...", he said softly, beginning to say something but I interrupted him.

"Forget it...", I groaned before pulling away from him and turning so I had my back towards him.

"Jay...", he called again but I ignored him, falling asleep to his grunting and shuffles of trying to get comfortable.


Writer's Note:

Greetings!

Hope you enjoyed this chappy and if you did please leave a review because they keep me going.
Btw... you are correct Swcky, the quote from the last chapter is from Tropic Thunder. You win a virtual cookie!

So in the next chapter Jaime would be starting school again. If you have any requests or suggestions, don't be shy to hit me up.

Rose x.