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Chapter 10

For the next week, Sam and Dean were very sympathetic and understanding of my lack of motivation. However, Sam was much more willing to sit in my room and watch cheesy movies all day. Dean, on the other hand, was much more into pigging out on ice cream. He still preferred pie and never let me forget it.

One day, we were in my room. Sam was lying next to me and Dean was sprawled across the foot of the bed. I had finally convinced them to watch Titanic with me. We were all snacking on a big bowl of popcorn in the middle of the bed. Eventually, the bowl ran out and the boys got bored. Or at least, they claimed they got bored. So they left me to finish the movie on my own.

As soon as the credits rolled, the two showed up at my door.

"Hey, Drew," Sam started. "So here's the thing... " They were itching to hunt. "We don't have to!"

"But we'd really like to." Sam tried to keep me from feeling guilty for keeping them cooped up at Bobby's house all week. Dean wasn't as good at it. But I knew I'd have to get up off my butt and return to the real world before too long. I agreed to pack up and get dressed so the three of us could get back on the road.

20 minutes later, I was standing at the front door, duffel bag in hand. I quickly swallowed two pain meds for my ribs before the boys greeted me with Bobby in tow.

"Now you boys be careful." Bobby saw us off. He placed his hand gently on mine and said, "Take care of her." I wasn't sure when his attitude about my presence changed but it sure made me feel better that he cared. The Winchesters each gave Bobby a quick hug. No tears, no goodbyes, no last words just in case. I guess it was good they weren't worried about never seeing each other again. We were on the road fairly quickly after that.

The drive was fairly uneventful. We were silent for the first few hours. Dean was busy rocking out to AC/DC, Sam was studying, and I spent most of the time just looking out the window in between sleeping.

Sam and Dean started arguing about something completely irrelevant when I interrupted them. "Will you teach me how to fight?" They were silent before Sam turned around to look at me.

"Really?" he asked. I nodded.

Yeah, I mean I figure things have tried to kill me enough times and I can't always rely on you guys to be there to save my butt. And besides, it can't hurt to know some basic skills I mean-" I stopped my tangent short when Dean started chuckling. Sam was looking at me with a big, excited grin.

"You're cute when you rant, Char." I blushed.

"Of course we'll train you, Drew!" Sam said eagerly. "Welcome to Team Winchester."

"Dude, really?" Dean looked at his brother.

"What?"
"That was awful."

"What are you talking about? I thought it was cool."

"Sammy, come on."

We arrived in Boulder, Colorado late that night. I don't remember getting in. One minute I was in the care, and the next I was curled up in a bed in the motel room. I sleepily rolled out of bed when the clock read 2:45 AM. Sam was asleep on the bed next to mine and Dean was asleep on the bed next to me. As quietly as I could, I blindly grabbed my toothbrush and toothpaste out of my duffel bag and walked into the bathroom. I splashed cold water on my face. After I was good and ready for bed, I slipped back under the covers. Dean stirred slightly as I lay down but quickly settled. I was asleep within minutes.

In the morning, I was woken up by Sam. He was on his way out the door dressed in basketball shorts and a tank top.

"Sorry, did I wake you?" he whispered.

"It's okay," I answered sleepily. "Are you going running?" He nodded. "Want some company?"

"I'd love it." I quickly got out of bed and grabbed my bag on the way to the bathroom. Again, I splashed cold water on my face to wake myself up and changed into a sports bra and shorts. I brushed my teeth and pulled my hair into a ponytail. I took a thin jacket and walked out to meet Sam.

"Sorry for taking so long," I apologized.

"Nah, don't worry," he answered.

We had gone for about a mile before we turned back. We stopped at a small coffee shop we had found about half a mile away from the motel and picked up some breakfast pastries and coffee. We walked the rest of the way back to the motel and Sam taught me about his childhood and upbringing in a hunter family. I'd always felt somehow closer to Dean but I felt that talk was a pivotal point in our relationship.

"I went to college to get out of the life," he shared. "But I'm beginning to think there is no escaping this life."

"I was going to go to college," I told him. "But after my parents died, I just kinda stopped caring. So I took that job at the diner."

"What did you want to do?"

"I was going to be a doctor. Or a lawyer. Maybe some hot shot accountant in New York. I don't know. I didn't really have it all planned out."

"I was this close to law school when Dean tracked me down. It was supposed to be one hunt. But when the Yellow-Eyed Demon killed my girlfriend, that was it."

"I can't imagine growing up hunting. My parents were so protective of me; they talked me out of every fear I had. My dad worked nights and they would tell me if he was out in the dark every night and still managed to come home in the morning, I had nothing to fear in the dark."

"When I told my dad I was scared of the monster in my closet, he handed me a .45." I laughed, but Sam's straight face told me he wasn't actually joking.

"Do you ever get scared still? Of the monster in your closet?"

Sam thought for a minute. "Definitely. There are so many things out there that we don't know anything about."

"Man. Gone are the days when I only had to worry about the trashy drunk guys harassing me at work."

He laughed. "I mean, that's why I'm so glad I have Dean. As much as I hated him for bringing me back into this life, we have each other. We don't have to deal with these monsters alone, you know? Dean practically raised me. Everything I am is because of him." We arrived back at the motel and Sam dug in his pocket for the key.

"You guys didn't turn out half bad for being raised by that guy," I smiled.

"But if you tell him I said any of this, I will not hesitate to end you," Sam grinned as he opened the door.

"Where the hell have you guys been?" Dean yelled as soon as the door opened.

"We were on a run!" I exclaimed defensively.

"Why didn't either of you answer your phones?"

"We left them here," Sam shrugged.

"Don't be stupid! You both know better than to leave without your phones. How am I supposed to know if you two get into trouble?!"

"We got you breakfast." I quickly tried to change the subject as Dean was visibly getting more and more upset. I offered him a cup of coffee and one of the breakfast pastries but he pushed my hands away and pulled me into a tight hug, holding my head gently against his shoulder.

"Um, Dean?" I asked. I won't lie, it felt really nice to be hugged so tightly. But Dean didn't seem like the type. Dean dropped his arms and coughed uncomfortably before taking the coffee and retreating to the desk. Sam stifled a laugh. I brushed off the interaction and sat down on the edge of my bed where my phone had been charging. Upon unlocking it, I found three texts and two missed calls from Dean. He had also left a very awkward, very sweet voicemail asking me to call him back so he knew we were safe. So Dean Winchester cares. Maybe he was the type. He was full of surprises.

"Hey pretty girl, hurry up and eat your breakfast. We're gonna start training today," Dean called over.

I ate the breakfast sandwich faster than I probably should have but soon, we were in the care. A few minutes later, we parked at the edge of a forest trail where we hiked off road until we found a clearing the boys decided was good enough.

"We're going to start with some hand-to-hand combat and go into shooting later," Sam told me.

"Char might not even need shooting lessons," Dean laughed. "All the monsters seem to prefer getting up close and personal to our girl." I rolled my eyes.

"Okay. I'm ready."

"Ever been in a fight before?" I shook my head. Sam held up his hands, palms facing me and instructed me to punch. I felt weird. I felt like a child. But I continued.

"Harder," Dean commanded. "Put more muscle behind it." I did as I was instructed until a bead of sweat formed on my temple.

"Okay, stop," Sam said as Dean tossed me a water bottle. "You're doing really well. Now, I want you to kick me."

"What?"

"Kick me. Most of your muscle is in your legs. If we get you to kick right, you're gonna do a lot of damage."

"Okay," I hesitated. "Where...where am I supposed to kick you?"

"Just kick me."

"But…"

"Char, monsters aren't going tell you where to kick them," Dean said.

"Well, yeah but.."

"Alright, change of plans, darling. You and I are gonna spar."

"Wait but I haven't-" Dean pushed my shoulders.

"Dean stop, I haven't done kicking yet." Dean shoved me again and again.

"Okay!" I exclaimed. I paused and looked at him. "Maybe you should punch me."

"That's what sparring is, Char."

"No, I mean I've never been hit before. Maybe you should hit me now so it doesn't come as such a shock."

"I mean, if that's what you want." I nodded.

"Punch me. Don't hold back." I quickly squeezed my eyes shut, mentally beating myself up for even suggesting they teach me how to fight.

Dean delivered a blow to my stomach. It was enough to knock the wind out of me and it took all I had to stay standing.

"I thought I told you not to hold back," I whimpered.

"Sorry, sweetheart," Dean winked.

"Alright how about we take a break from combat and move to shooting?" Sam suggested. I nodded. Dean jogged back to the Impala to get the guns and beer cans while Sam stayed back with me as I recovered from the bit.

"You good?" he asked. I nodded.

"Something tells me that wasn't nearly how hard Dean actually hits."

"Like he would ever purposely hurt you," Sam laughed.

"Train me more."

"What?"

"No sparring. Do what you did before." Sam slowly lifted his palms for me to use as targets and I went for it. I punched and kicked as hard as I could. Sam couldn't help but smile.

"There's the fire we need!" he exclaimed excitedly. "I'm going to start hitting back. Focus on dodging or blocking and attack where you see a chance." He started off slow, making it obvious which arm he was using and where he was aiming. I dodged and kicked up a leg as I moved.

Eventually, we hit a groove and I was excited. I felt like I was finally starting to get the hang of it. I was going to earn my place with the Winchesters.

"Okay, stop," I told Sam. He was smiling widely at me. I took a seat where I stood to catch my breath.

"Drew, you did amazing!" Sam smiled at me as he sat down next to me.

"Thanks," I smiled breathlessly. Suddenly, a plastic water bottle nailed me in the shoulder.

"Ow!" I exclaimed.

"We'll work on reflexes next time," Dean laughed. "Come on, I'm going to show you the basics of shooting." Dean gestured to a row of four beer bottles he had set up. He quickly walked me through the basics-the safety, trigger, salt bullets. "Okay, now I want you to aim for one of those bottles. Don't worry if you can't hit one yet." I held up the gun and aimed.

"So you mean, I just pull this?" I asked. Dean nodded. I aimed again, consciously aware of the boys watching my every move. And then I fired. I fire four times, shattering each bottle.

"Um, Drew?" Sam asked, eyes wide with shock. "What the hell?"

"I may have neglected to mention I know how to shoot."

"Yeah, you think? How the hell are you so good? I mean, you hit every single one of those bottles on the first try."

"My dad used to enter me in shooting competitions," I told him. "I was kinda good."

"How good are we talking?" Dean asked.

"I only got second like twice. I was kind of like a reigning gold medalist."

"Oh my god," Dean looked at me. "You mean to tell me we've been saving your ass all this time when all we needed to do was hand you a gun?"

I blushed. "But then I wouldn't have my knights in shining armor."

"Well, would you believe it, Dean? Our little Drew is a badass." Sam clapped a hand on Dean's shoulder.

"God, Chardonnay. The greatest badass damsel in distress I've ever met."

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