A/N
Okay, short chapter I know. But I'm just trying to make it a little more interesting… Thanks to Ghostwriter for the reviews! And if anyone else is reading it, hope you like it. Chapter five should be up soon, I know what I'm doing now.
Chapter Four
"If there's one FUCKING scratch on my car, I swear I'll kill someone," Dean warned. No it wasn't funny that his car was gone. And it wasn't funny that he didn't know where it had gone to. He had been pacing for almost half an hour, screaming thoughts about killing whoever took his car.
"Dean… calm down. Your car's probably fine," Chelsea added, hoping he'd shut up soon so she could read her magazine in peace. The cars disappearing hadn't really meant anything to her; she wasn't the brightest crayon in the box.
"When Sam gets out of that room we are going looking for my car. I swear I'll kill someone, that fucking little bitch!"
"I heard my name, the words 'my car', and 'fucking little bitch'," Sam stated walking down the hall. He was clearly in a better mood. "I'm guessing someone touched the impala…"
"Ha-ha that's funny," Dean said with angry sarcasm hinted throughout his tone. "Why don't you go look at it yourself? Then YOU tell me if you wouldn't want to kill someone." Sam nodded and walked outside. Shit, this was going to be a long day.
Sam grabbed his jacket and pulled it tight around him. He was sitting outside on the porch enjoying the crisp air. It had been quite outside, Dean was inside talking with Chelsea, it really was amazing how oblivious she was, and Nina, and well he didn't know where Nina had gone. He had suspected she'd be talking with Dean and Chelsea, or taking a shower, something along those lines. He didn't, however, expect her to be sitting with him the whole time. Sam sat on the cushioned chair that sat in the middle of the long porch; he noted that it was comfortable for an outside chair. What really kept his gaze was the view in front of him. It was all dark, he could barely see a thing, and there were no city lights or even plane lights up above. The only lights around were the ones coming from inside the house and the stars.
"Nice night out huh," Sam barely shifted at the voice. He knew it was Nina, but he didn't want to tear his gaze from the darkness before him.
"Yeah, kind of ironic if you ask me," his reply was laconic, his mind was elsewhere.
"Ironic?"
"Yeah, it just looks like how I feel our life goes fifty percent of the time," he continued. He didn't mean to start telling her all of this, but he couldn't help it either. "You know, sometimes everything feels so dark. It's just like there's all this stuff out there, and so much more we don't know about. But we go out, and we just keep going head on into nowhere. Like if I were to walk out there, it would be a literal representation about everything we do, just walking out there in the dark and hoping for the best. Actually, hoping for the best isn't really what we're going for. I mean sure, it'd be nice if everything was perfect, but then we'd have nothing to do."
"Ever get lonely?" Nina asked with a smirk. Sure she'd gotten some of what Sam was saying, but he was putting pieces together in his head, leaving out little bits of information. Of course, the pieces he left out were the important ones.
"Actually not really, it's kind of nice just being us. Usually I wouldn't say that, I always wanted more friends. It's not just that I wanted more friends, I just wanted to permanent friends. I hated having to make a new friend every time we went somewhere. A whole new town, whole new problem, and of course, a whole new excuse. Dean's good though, he's enough most of the time. You know we're pretty good with each other. We know each other back and forth, I guess a lot of the times when I want to be left alone he never does. But I also guess it comes with being brothers. He just knows when something is wrong, and I just know when he's off his guard. Of course, most of the time we won't say anything, hey we've got our pride. But recognizing that sometimes is just enough."
"Wait, where are you guys from? Where do you call home?" None of what he was saying was really making sense, but he was talking and Nina didn't really care.
"We're not from anywhere. Well I guess we're from Kansas, but that doesn't count. The last time we were there was a couple months ago, but before that since Dean was five. It just doesn't feel like home. I guess Palo Alto felt like home for a while. It's a neat little town, and the campus was great. Huge, but great; but I knew I didn't really fit in. It was more of me hoping that it was home. I guess home wasn't ever really a place, but lately it's felt like the road. Not really the road I mean, but the impala and Dean. He's really the only family I have left, and the best friend I've probably had. We've just been closer and together longer than most siblings, and I feel fine with Dean. I guess we're doing what we're supposed to, and I just feels right, even though I never really wanted to be doing this."
As Nina was about to speak, she heard the voices from inside grow louder. Dean and Chelsea were arguing about his precious car and why it mattered so much.
"I'm going to go check out what's going inside, I'll be back," Nina said as she got up, leaving Sam alone with his thoughts.
"Okay, you know what arguing with you about the car is worthless," Dean said growing louder and louder. "Even though you're too arrogant to understand why that car is such a beauty, you should at least be concerned that all the cars are gone. I don't know about you, but in my normal day my car never up and disappears, and trust me my normal days aren't so normal."
"Look, I don't know what your problem is," Chelsea added, but through the screaming and arguing going on, no one noticed the soft plead for Dean coming from outside.
"Where's Sam?" Dean asked, getting a little bored of this girl's attitude, the blonde hair really fit her well.
"He's outside, really is a sucker for that crap nature…" Nina said, surprised at how quickly their argument had started and ended.
"Okay well I'm going to go talk to him, don't do anything stupid," Dean said as he made his way outside. It was dark, and Dean could feel the wind across his face. Yeah, retrieving Sam out of the dark, cold, outside was exactly what Dean wanted to do. But as he stepped farther out on to the porch, he found Sam nowhere. He looked around him, the porch wasn't that big. Sam was supposed to be sitting outside, and if he was, he'd be on the porch.
"Nina!" Dean called startled by his own tone.
"Yeah?" Nina responded coming outside and appearing by her side.
"He was sitting on the porch right?"
"Uh, yeah, where else would he go?"
"Sam? Sam!" Dean was getting worried now. He had hoped Sam had found some pretty flower and was just going to pick it or something like that. But Sam wasn't answering him. "SAMMY! Where the fuck are you? ANSWER ME!"
The only response Dean got was from the TV Chelsea had apparently just turned on.
