A/N: Don't own Yellow Rose of Texas, that honour belongs to the late great, Waylon Jennings.
Tell me what ya think.
"...you saved my soul from hell...she's a diamond of the desert, she's the golden flower of spring...she's the yellow rose of Texas...she can make a man a king." Her uncle. It had to be. He was the only one that ever played this song, so damn...she slid her arm out from underneath her pillow and checked her watch...7:30...early.
"God..." her protest was mix of a gutteral groan and a stretch as she turned on to her back and stared daggers at her uncle, who sat on the other bed. Seemingly ignorant of his less than happy niece in the next bed. "Why do you always have to play the same damn song...at the same damn time...I never knew 7:30 A.M. was an actual time until a couple months ago."
Dean looked up at Deanna for a split second before looking back down at his laptop. He slid his finger along the pad and tapped it twice. The volume on the computer and Deannas growl in protest rose in unison as he laughed and set the laptop on the bed. "Ya shoulda went to college then, kid." he slapped his lap twice then got up and rounded Deanna's bed. "C'mon. Get up." With one skilled swipe of his hands the curtains whipped back. Sunlight immediately enveloped the room in a warm, bright glow like a mega-watt interegation lamp...at least thats what it felt like to a bleary eyed 20 year old that just wanted the world to go away again.
"No!" Deanna snipped. She grabbed the other pillow from the other side of the bed and threw it over her head. "Go away."
"What's that?" Dean grabbed the pillow and yanked it away from her face. He moved his face towards her till there wasn't even enough room for his hand between them. "I didn't hear you."
Deanna stared at her psychotic uncle for 5 minutes before she snapped and started giggling. GIGGLING! "You fool."
Dean smiled and moved away. "Thank you." "Now, c'mon." he smacked her thigh. "Get up."
She groaned again. "Ok...here I go..." She didn't move. "I'm comin..."
"I'm your uncle, De'!" Dean exclaimed in feigned shock. "I don't think I should be privy to that kind of information!" Said shock was soon replaced by a loud gutteral laugh.
"If you were anyone else I would have gotten up to kick your ass."
"Good! At least you'd get up."
Deanna rolled on to her stomach again and settled into her pillow. "But since you're my uncle, I figure why bother?"
"Get up, Deanna. Now." She shot up and focused her unfocused attention on the door. Her dad stood in the opened door like a shaggy haired angel...with food! Even before Deanna knew she had moved, she was across the room and ripping apart a coconut donut. Sam smiled. "Good?" Deanna nodded and moaned in pleasure. "Ah..." he bowed his head and shook it. "Not a sound I want to hear from my daughter."
Her eyes grew wide. "What's today, pick on the chick day?" she spun on her heels and looked at Dean. "I've gotten the same thing from both of you, and I've only been up for a couple minutes."
Dean checked his watch, adjusted his jacket, tilted his head and pouted. "7 minutes and 23 seconds."
"Thank you very much, Count!" If looks could kill.
She had just turned back to her dad when she started to blush. -The count!- "Sorry, ain't thinking."
Sam jerked his head. "Get your stuff and let-" He's already on the ground unconscious, half inside the room, when the coffees and tea finally hit the ground and splatter all over anything and everything within a 4 foot radius, including Dean and Deanna's feet, hands and legs as they each dive toward the sprawled figure of their brother and father respectively.
By this time, Deanna's in a complete state of paralysis, all she can do is stare down at her dad from her place beside his legs. Luckily for her and Sam, Dean, who was able to maneuver around Sam's body to come to rest above his head, is able to get a tighter grip on his emotions and take his unconscious brother's head in his lap. "Alright, Sammy." He moved forward until he felt his brother's shoulder blades make contact with his knees, then looped his arms under Sams arm pits and pulled him closer to him until his head rested against Dean's chest and lulled forward. "No you don't." Dean pulled Sam's body even closer.
"Come on, little brother, wake up." He gently slapped Sam's cheek a few times then waited. Nothing happened. "Sammy, wake up! You're not hurt." Pressing his two fingers against Sam's neck he felt for a pulse. It was weaker than it was supposed to be, but not weak enough to make him pass out. Something else had done it.
"He's never done this before, has he, Uncle Dean?" Deanna's eyes were wide with unadulterated fear and Dean knew as he stared into them there was no way he could relieve those fears. He was just as terrified. Deanna was right. He had never done this before.
"Of course he has, sweetheart, you know your dad." -Anything to save face, right?- "He'll wake up on his own." -Liar! How do you know.- "Ya just gotta help him along a bit." He pulled his brother closer to him until his arms almost wrapped around him from the front and then whispered in his ear. "C'mon, Sammy. You're scain me now. Wake up."
Dean placed Sams form flat on the floor and moved away. "C'mon sweetheart." he reached out to grab Deanna's arm to pull her away, but jerked back suddenly as life seemed to return to Sam.
Sam's eyes flashed open he shot up grabbed Deanna's arm with one hand, violently yanked her closer to him then grabbed her throat with his right hand and started to squeeze it as hard as he could. He's eyes burned, and his teeth were clenched. His hand squeezed tighter and tighter until he could virtually control Deanna's body with a flick of his fingers and lifted her into the air.
"SAM! NO!" Dean dove towards Sams hand, grabbed it with both of his and pulled with all his might. Nothing changed. He tried again. Nothing. His grip went slack as he pulled back, stood up and stared in disbelief, this wasn't his brother.
His attention turned to Deanna. Her eyes were beginning to roll to the back of her head, but she was still putting up quite a valiant fight. Her finger were desperately clawing at his hand and actually breaking the skin of Sams hand, but he didn't seemed the least bit phased by Deanna's plight, he just seemed to squeeze harder and harder with every movement she made.
When she realized her uncle was watching her she cast him a pleading glance. He panicked and mentally yelled at her to hold as he thought of another attack plan...his first one had failed...now what could he do?
Dean was on his knees as soon as an idea entered his mind. He turned to Deanna. "Ok, sweetheart, hold on." Then to Sam. He grimaced. "Sorry about this, buddy." Then pulled back his arm, fisted his hand, and let it fly.
He was sure he had broken his brother's nose when he pulled his fist back and all he seen was blood on his knuckles, but he had no time to worry about that. He quickly changed directions and crawled towards the spot where Deanna lay.
The skin on and around her neck was already starting to bruise. Dean laid his hand gently on her arm. "Are alright, De? Can you breath? Don't speak just nod."
Deanna nodded.
"Hold on, ok? I'll go get ya a drink." he jumped to his feet and was just about to sprint away when Deanna grabbed his pant leg. He looked down. "What's wrong, sweetheart?"
She shook her head wildly and then pointed at Sam across the room. It didn't take Dean long to realize what was wrong. She didn't want to be alone with him. If this had been any other situation he would have reprimanded her and told her to grow up. But this wasn't any other situation.
"Ok sweetheart." he knelt slightly and slipped his arm underneath her back. "You'll come with me. Ready? One, two..." he pulled her to her feet. "Three."
Deanna nodded her thanks then grimaced when she swallowed. "I know it hurts, De, and it will for a while. You got some bruise." She nodded slightly then jumped when she heard her dad moan.
Dean looked down at the girl who had latched herself to him, then at the man across the room and shook his head. He couldn't help but wonder the size of rift this would cause between father and daughter.
So much for thinking, this trip would be easy...almost like a family vacation. He should have known better than that.