CHAPTER TEN

"What are we even supposed to do, Dean?" Sam asked incredulously.

"Evelina can do stuff. You're doing nothing. Nothing! Come here. I want you to sit right here," Dean started, pulling a chair to the center of the room,"and don't move, okay? Evelina, babysit him." I rolled my eyes.

"Whatever, boss man. Just go on your little recon mission." Dean nodded and left. "Okay, mister. Don't say anything or sing or complain when I turn the radio on." Sam nodded in reply. All my anger had practically subsided. Well, my anger at him. Now I was angry at that Bela chick.

"You gonna turn the radio on?" Sam timidly asked.

"Oh, sorry. I was lost in thought," I replied, turning the radio on.

"-and now for all you Warrant fans… *Cherry Pie*!" the radio host announced. I squealed, abandoning all self respect as I turned the volume up.

Sam turned around to watch me as I danced. Did I care at that moment? No. Would I care later? Yes.

"She's my cherry pie! Cool drink of water, such a sweet surprise! Tastes so good makes a grown man cry! Sweet cherry pie!" I sang with a grin smile. I didn't notice when Sam fell out of the chair. I was too busy with one of my favorite songs. "Swingin on the front porch, swingin on the la-" I sang, then yelped as I tripped over Sam. I landed on top of him with a grunt.

"Your little performance was quite amazing, despite your terrible dancing and even worse singing," he said, staring up at me with an amused smirk. I was too confused to consider rolling off of him.

"Oh?" I raised an eyebrow. Suddenly Sam wrapped his arms around me. Despite his extremely bad luck he managed to roll on top of me, then pin me to the ground. "What are you doing?"

"This," he replied, smashing his lips into mine. I gasped and he immediately pulled away, his cheeks bright red. "I-I'm so sorry," he began, rolling off me. "I thought that's what you wanted, I'm-"

"Sam. Shut up for Christ's sake," I said, rolling my eyes. "Now can we redo that kiss?" The worry and embarrassment melted off Sam's face. We leaned in towards each other, ready to kiss again when the door was kicked open. Two men walked in, guns trained on us.

"Creedy, turn the music off," one commanded, shutting and locking the door behind them. Creedy did as told while the other man pulled another chair in the center of the room. Sam suddenly went after Creedy while they were distracted, but he tripped and knocked himself out.

"Aw, come on," I groaned.

"Kubrick, should I start duct taping them into the chairs?" Creedy asked. Kubrick nodded, putting his gun away. Creedy roughly pulled me into a chair.

"Easy on the merchandise!" I snapped as he began to tape me to the chair.

"Who are you?" Kubrick asked.

"Didn't you get the memo? I'm the friggin Easter Bunny!" I rolled my eyes. Creedy finished the duct tape job and moved onto Sam. After a while, he woke up.

"Oh, he's awake!" Creedy exclaimed.

"Back with us, eh?"

"We didn't even have to touch you. You just went all," Creedy paused to do some wiggling motion,"spastic, and knocked yourself out! It was like watching-"

"Okay, enough with your idiotic rambling," I snapped.

"What she said," Sam added awkwardly. "Who are you anyway? What do you wa-" Kubrick snapped his fingers in Sam's face. I raised an eyebrow.

"I used to think your friend Gordon sent me." Sam sighed.

"Gordon? Oh come on!"

"Yeah, because he asked me to track you down, and put a bullet in your brain." Sam rolled his eyes.

"Great. That sounds like him."

"Um, who's Gordon?" I ventured to ask. Kubrick's eyes snapped towards me.

"Don't interrupt. As I was about to say, it turns out I'm on a mission from God." He slapped Sam's face.

"Don't touch him!" I screeched. Kubrick smiled and raised his hand, ready to slap me.

"She isn't involved... In any of this. Don't lay a finger on her." Kubrick punched Sam in response. Blood immediately gushed from his nose. Creedy walked up by Kubrick's side and threw a glass of water in Sam's face. Sam sighed, grabbing my hand. I gently squeezed it in response. He shook his head, a droplet of water landing on my cheek. Kubrick smiled and sat down on one of the motel beds.

"You were a part of that demon plan to open the gate, weren't you?" The confusion must have been evident on my face because Creedy laughed.

"The gate of hell, sweetie."

"Don't call her sweetie," Sam hissed, narrowing his eyes. "We did everything we could to stop it." His voice sounded incredibly tired all of the sudden.

"Lie lie lie!" Kubrick exclaimed. "You were in on it. You know what their next move is too, don't you?"

"No, I don't, okay? You're wrong about all of this."

"Where are they gonna hit us next?" Sam sighed, not replying. Kubrick slapped him again. Sam tightly gripped my hand, and exhaled deeply.

"Where?! Gordon told me about you, Sam. About your powers. You're some kind of weirdo psychic freak?" I raised an eyebrow in confusion.

"No, not anymore. I- no powers, no visions, nothing, it just-"

"LIAR!" Kubrick screamed, punching Sam hard.

"Leave him alone! He's never been anything but normal! Well, normal-ish," I hissed.

"Aw, how sweet… You didn't know that your boyfriend was a freak?"

"No… and he's not my boyfriend," I whispered, lowering my eyes. Sam flinched and dropped my hand. Kubrick raised his pistol, pressing the barrel against Sam's head. Tears fogged up my vision. Was Sam really going to die upset with me?

"God wants this to happen! This is destiny!" Kubrick exclaimed, cocking the pistol. The sound of another gun being cocked filled the room.

"Nope. No destiny. Just a rabbit's foot," Dean said.

"Put the gun down, son, or you're gonna be scraping brain off the wall," Kubrick threatened.

"Oh, this thing?"

"Yeah, that thing."

"Okay. But you see, there's something you don't know about me," Dean said and laid his gun down. He picked up a pen.

"Yeah, what would that be?" Kubrick asked with a scowl.

"It's my lucky day." Dean threw the pen at Kubrick. It lodged itself in the gun barrel. Dean laughed.

"Oh my God, did you see that shot?!" Creedy suddenly lunged at Dean and threw a punch. Dean side-stepped and Creedy ran straight into a wall. He fells backwards, landing on the floor. Kubrick stared at the pen before trying to yank it out.

"I'm amazing," Dean laughed, picking up a TV remote and launching it at Kubrick. It hit him right between the eyes, knocking him unconscious. "I'm batman." Sam rolled his eyes.

"Yeah," he began sarcastically. "You're batman."

We quickly rushed to the cemetery to destroy the rabbit's foot. All of it passed by in a blur, even the part when Sam got shot. I knew Sam was upset, and who could blame him? I also knew that the next time we were alone, we needed to talk.