Chapter Sixteen

"So what you writing about, babe?" Dean asked plopping down on the couch next to Autumn.

"Pixie dust and fairy wings." she answered, she laughed when she caught his confused look out the corner of her eye. "When I was little my mom used to tell me that whenever I started asking about things she didn't want to answer. This one's about the boys battling a witch, who… Basically, Dean-o she's going Hansel and Gretel on them. Joey's locked up and being fed way more than he can eat, she fattening him up, while he waits his big brother to save him." she talked but her fingers never paused. A constant, steady click click click on fingers on eyes filled the air mixing with Dean's breathing, John's snoring.

"What made you pick up writing?" he asked, "If I remember correctly, nothing could keep you still."

"I wrote this story for the school paper. It was done in 1000 word installments over the course on and entire year. An English teacher, that I didn't have, sent my story off to an editor buddy of his and the two of them went behind my back and got it all set up and sent it into a publisher. The story was published and I got a full ride to a college, specializing in Language Arts. I was heart broken, and sick of being watching like a hawk, so I took off and left my worries behind." she laughed a little.

"Isn't that illegal?" Dean asked. When she only hummed as a response he explained himself. "Publishing something without the writers consent."

"I wasn't 18 yet, so my foster parents okayed it. They were trying really hard to get me interested in something beyond just passing by."

"Foster parents?"

"Shit, I'd hoped to overlook this topic." she sighed and her fingers stopped their movement hovering just above the keys. "When I was twelve Mom was diagnosed with lung cancer. They gave her six months to live. She made it two years, died just before Christmas. Then Dad gave up. He just stopped living, not that I can blame him. Mom and Dad grew up together. They literally met in the play pen. Valentine's Day would have been their fifteenth anniversary, and I guess he couldn't take it any longer so he killed himself. Me and the neighbor boy found him after school. Teenie and I lived with the neighbors after that. I had made it clear when Mom got sick that if anything happened and they took me away from the farm I'd kill myself. It was about the only thing that mattered to me at the time."

"I'm sorry." he was too. Dean was truly sorry she and her sister had to go through that. He knew what it was like to lose a parent but to lose both, he couldn't fathom the thought. But she shrugged it off like it wasn't anything more than a bothersome fly.

"You live, and you die. If you're lucky you love someone who truly loves you back, before they roll the credits." she looked him in the eye that time.

"Pretty words, honey, but do you really believe them?"

"Dean" before she could continue the door swung open and a laughing Sam and Athena fell in.

"Oh Sammy!" Athena gasp wiping tears from her eyes. "That was perfect. 'When you wanna go out cutie?'" she continued.

"You set him up all I did was knock him down." Sam credited the blond.

"We've got to hang after this is over." Athena said suppressing another round of laughter. "How far'd you get there, Sis?" she asked spotting the two on the couch and the laptop still open on Autumn's lap.

"Nearly there. I'm still working on the major fight scene in my head but I have maybe three or four paragraphs before I get there." Autumn answered saving her work before closing the top. "We done, Dean?" she asked their eyes met for a split second and both their siblings just watched. "Then I'm going to go shower, with the door locked, and then we'll watch the movie. You kids want to order?" Autumn didn't stay around for her answer she'd already taken her PJ's to the bathroom and they lay on the sink with a motel towel.