A/N
Okay, I know this is starting off slow, but I have an idea where this is going now. All the details about the ranch are pretty much true, and it's still called Skull Ranch. Hope you guys enjoy… chapter three is almost ready to be put up ;D
Chapter Two
They had been given a choice. There were plenty of rooms, three actually. The two closest to the front door each had two queen sized beds in them, and the last one, the room the hall actually lead to, had a king sized bed. There were enough rooms seeing as there were only the three of them. They hadn't not shared a room since they had been back together, hell Dean could barely remember a time at all when they hadn't shared a room, except of course when Sam was at college. They just felt better being in the same room together. No it wasn't like they were worried or anything. Nope, not at all; Dean could just keep an eye on Sam, yeah because of his nightmares and all. And Sam, well Sam's excuse was they didn't want to mess up any more rooms than they had too. Of course neither wanted to say so, but Sam spoke up first.
"So which wants which room?" Nina asked while peering at Dean as if expecting him to tell her where each would go. There was a moment of silence before anyone spoke, it was as if in those three seconds each had had a three hour debate in their minds, but no it was only three seconds.
"Actually, I think it would be best if we just shared a room," Sam volunteered first. Both Nina and Dean looked at Sam as if he were crazy. No he wasn't crazy, Dean understood. But come on, Dean had to keep his shell tight and Sam had volunteered first, so there you go, he knew Sam would crack first. He'd come up with something, that college thing had to be good for something right?
"What… it's not like I'm scared or need Dean to survive. It's just we're staying in your house for free. And you're definitely going to feed us, regardless of the fact that we're helping you. It might just be nice to use as little space as we could… just trying to look out for you…" Sam trailed off hoping someone would buy into his lie.
"Actually Sam's right, we wouldn't want to be a bother," wonderful. Dean didn't even have to mention the nightmares Sam might have let alone say he had to watch over the nightmares because he wasn't worried.
"Okay, I didn't ask. Fine, just take the first one. Wouldn't want either of you two to get lost now would we?" Nina replied sarcastically. It's like they could get lost in the house if they wanted to. Neither of the boy's replied, in fact they completely ignored it. They watched as Nina left towards the kitchen. Probably to start dinner or something, Dean was hungry now that he thought of it. But it was when the boy's walked into their room, each claiming a bed that Sam held his breath. Okay, Dean was smarter than that; Dean had to see past it. But Sam was surprised, and relived to let his breath go, when Dean said nothing about Sam's idea to share a room.
"Alright, I'm hitting the shower. Scream if a big purple big comes flying your way okay?" Dean smirked as he walked towards the bathroom in the far left corner of the room.
"Yeah whatever, and if snakes come crawling out of the drains well… don't scream. I hate snakes," Sam pulled a book out of his bag and lay back on the bed. He opened his book and started to read, pretending to ignore the stare coming from Dean's way before the bathroom door slammed shut and the shower started running. As soon as the shower started, the book was put away. No Sam had been sitting in silence and his own thoughts long enough; he should take advantage of the extra person around while she was there. He got up and walked towards the kitchen. It was a normal kitchen, counters all along the walls, except the entrance of course, and the little island in the middle. There was enough room for two people to walk shoulder to shoulder around the island, but that was about it. Nina barely noticed Sam walk in, or if she did, she failed to show it. But regardless, Sam walked in, looked around, and after realizing he'd be in the way walked right back out the way he had come. But the kitchen had one of those weird things restaurants had. It had the whole, wall with the window to pass the food to the dining room, so Sam went and sat at the table. He could see everything Nina did, and he thought about offering to help, but no he didn't really want to help and no he didn't really feel like offering.
"So, had this place long?" Sam asked trying to strike up conversation. He knew Nina had finally noticed him, even though she pretended not to.
"Yeah, I was around ten when they got the place," Nina said never really looking up at Sam or towards his general direction. "I don't know, never really liked it that much back then. I guess it was the name- it used to be called Skull Ranch. The old guy who owned it before us was a hunter or something. There were all these dead stuffed animals all over the house, the hall had every type of deer there ever was. And outside on the porch, he had skulls. There was even an elephant skull, it was huge."
"What brings you back now then?" Sam asked paying attention to any details about the house, the ranch, the family, anything that could lead to what might be going on- that is if there is anything going on.
"Well, I was always a rider- horse back rider. I compete and all, I take it seriously like any athlete. But you know, the only difference in my sport is, the horse goes lame a lot. Something always happens; well you can't sell a lame horse. And frankly, I got too attached to some of the horses, so they'd come up here and retire. I just loved coming back for them; the ranch is just my kind of place. I like it here. I always expected the ranch to be so dry with cows and pigs and all. None of that here, nope we got woods hikes mountains. Our worries aren't foxes coming to get our chicken, no our worries are the mountain lions or the bears. You know the real stuff. Not that fake Old McDonald had a farm shit."
"Yeah, I can see what you mean," Sam's eyes drifted back and forth across the room. He couldn't help but smirk to the Old McDonald comment. "My brother's never really loved the beauty of places we visit, but I can't help it. This place is gorgeous. It just makes me wish we were here relaxing and not on another hunting trip."
"I don't know. I just like to come up here and visit the old friends. They aren't horses. They're my best friends as fucking insane as that sounds. Ha-ha, I remember having them at the barn back home. God I can't remember how many times I just talked and talked to one of them. If they didn't care, or didn't understand, it was okay. I just liked talking, but it's not like I didn't have any friends. I had plenty of friends, but sometimes they weren't enough. You know what I mean?"
"Yeah, I get what you're saying. The people you care most about, and will always need, they matter, but sometimes you need a little more."
"Right and for me it was thankfully right there in my riding. You know some people got to travel a little farther to find that." Sam looked up in her eyes for the first time; they were the regular brown eyes most people had. Well, most people think everyone has brown eyes, but these days there's no more brown eyed people than green or blue or hazel or something. But he didn't just see eyes; no he saw fear, pain, and understanding. It was like her eyes were a window to see inside of her. The gaze the two held was quickly disrupted when a freshly clean Dean walked in.
"Something smells good!" Dean said, not even caring to notice if there was something already going on.
