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The next morning was rainy. It was storming outside. I love storms, I love them even more when they fit my mood. Which today they definitely do. I went to sleep without a word to either of my brothers. After everything that happened last night I didn't want to fight with them. I didn't want to be consoled by them. I wanted to be away from them. Away from everyone.
I rolled over and realized it was only 5 in the morning, barely any light coming through the window. Both boys are still asleep, shockingly. Usually they're having to pry me out of bed.
I quietly got up and got changed. It was chilly, but not cold. The rain would get cold though, so I made sure to put on a hoodie over my sports bra. The shorts and running shoes would be fine, I won't get cold if I keep moving. I left my phone since it was raining. I made sure to open and close the door as quietly as possible before pulling the hood over my head and jogging down the road. My leg was still tender, but I wanted to run. I wanted to clear my head. And the pain was bearable, not fun by any means, but bearable.
I know some people probably think I'm crazy for running in the rain. But it was my favorite time to run. No one else would be crossing my path, no one would want to stop and talk to me, the cars are more careful to drive around me.
I probably ran a good three miles before turning around and heading back to the room. Back to the boys. I know its coming. They're gonna wanna talk about last night. But I don't. There's nothing left to say. Daddy left and they just let him do it. No one but me tried to stop him. No one but me tried to keep us together. They just stood there… and daddy. Well. Daddy just drove away, again. You would think I would be used to that by now, but I'm not. It was different when we were younger. I knew he was coming back soon. I knew he would come back after this hunt or that hunt. But now, I have no clue when I'll see him again. He disappeared for months. Now he's going to do it again.
I'm not even sure its worth trying to call him anymore. We know he's out there. He doesn't call us. So why bother trying to call him anymore. He's not going to answer. He's not going to talk to us. As if one fucking phone call would get us killed. Please.
He says he's trying to protect me, protect us. But that's a load of shit. He sends us on hunts, has us face monsters and demons on our own. Not there, watching, protecting, helping. So if he was really that worried about us he would keep us close to him. I know the truth. He wants to be reckless. He wants to act like a damn fool and not feel bad about it because we won't be there to watch him get himself killed.
I guess if I had to pick a word to describe my current mood at the moment it would be apathetic. I don't care anymore. I don't care to try, I don't care to be upset. I don't care to get angry over it. I don't care to talk about it. I don't care to find him again. I just don't care at the moment.
When I got back to the motel room it was light out even with the cloud coverage. If I had to guess then I'd say I've been gone an hour or two… somewhere in between maybe. I'm soaked head to toe. But I feel better. I always do after a run.
When I open the door I look over to the beds. They're empty. Baby is out front and Sam is sitting at the table so I guess that must mean that Dean is in the bathroom or something. I walk to the fridge and grab out a water bottle, chugging it out of breath.
"Hey kiddo." Sam says looking up from his laptop.
"Hey." I said not looking back.
(Sam's POV)
"How was the run?" I asked her.
"Fine." She said going to look out the window.
She's not saying much but at least she's talking. This is the first time she's spoke since dad left last night. I watched her heart break right in front of me, not being able to do anything about it. I could have pushed her to talk last night, could have held her while she cried, could have done something. But I didn't. I was too wrapped up in my own shit.
Dad's close to it. Close to finding what killed Jess, and Mom. It burns me up that he won't let us help. But it was clear last night was not the time to make an argument out of it. It was hard enough for Dad to leave with Emily falling apart. I didn't need to end it on a bad note with us too.
Dean's beating himself up for last night. I wish he wouldn't. It wasn't his fault. We didn't know they followed us, we didn't know dad was going to be there. He thinks he put Dad in harms way. Then he had to tear Emily away from dad and hold her down so he could leave. It kills him when she cries, so I know putting her through that hurt him just as much if not more.
I don't know what happened when I was gone but things changed with them. I mean he's always been the protective big brother. But when he came back and got me and we hit the road I could tell things were different. He watches her like a hawk now. It hurts him when she hurts.
Last night she was definitely hurting, therefore so was he. She wouldn't sleep on a bed with either of us. She hates sleeping on the couch, yet she went straight for it. I was even more shocked to wake up and see that she was gone. I automatically woke up Dean. He was scared for a second until he realized her running shoes weren't in her bag. He knows her too well I guess, because he instantly relaxed. I'm not used to this Emily. The one who goes off on her own. I'm used to the girl who followed me around, holding my hand everywhere we went. The girl who wasn't afraid to cry to me when she was upset. The girl who didn't have to carry a gun every time she left the room.
Dean got out of the shower and Emily stood up getting a towel to take one next. She was soaking wet, a hot shower would warm her back up.
Dean didn't try to talk to her, he just waited till she shut the door and then sat next to me with a coffee.
"She say anything?"
"Yeah. Not much… but she didn't ignore me. That's something right?"
"Yeah I guess. We should hit the road soon. Not sit around and dwell, it'll just make things worse for her."
"Dean you need to talk to her." He looked up at me confused.
"Why me? You talk to her. She's gonna yell if I do it."
"Why would she yell at you?"
"Because I'm the one who told dad to leave. You think she forgot about that or something?" No. I know she didn't. Its why she won't even look at him.
"Still. If she needs to get angry to get over it then let her get angry. The longer you wait the worse it will be."
"I know… " he said sighing.
Emily came out of the shower and sat down turning on the tv. We pretty much sat in silence till Dean suggested we go grab some lunch.
(Emily's POV)
"Chicken strips and fries please." I said smiling to the waitress.
Dean got a burger and Sam got a chef salad. Typical us. Ive said minimal words to the boys all afternoon. But its fixing to start. I could feel the tension since we sat down at the table. Dean's not gonna let us leave this restaurant until he says something about it.
"So uh Emily…" There it is. Like clockwork.
I decided to finally look at him.
"Yes Dean?"
"Are we gonna talk about this kiddo?" He said nervously. I think he brought me in public because he was afraid of the scene I would make if it was just us.
"I don't really know that there's anything to say." I said honestly.
"You're not mad at me?" he asked surprised.
"For what? Telling dad to leave again?" his face dropped when I said the words.
"Em I'm sorry. We had to let him go. He wasn't safe with us… I wish I could bring him back kiddo. I really do, but for now we're better off on our own. I love you and I know this is hard, but please just trust that I did this to keep us all safe." It was weird to hear Dean talk so sincerely. So calmly. So rationally. Normally that's a Sam move. But I guess I get it. Or like I said earlier I'm just not sure I care anymore.
"Okay. Love you too." I said calmly before looking down at my drink again.
Dean was shocked when I looked back up, his face frozen, not blinking. "….That's it?!" He finally said.
"Um. I'm sorry did you want me to be mad at you or something?" I asked confused.
"No. no not at all, but I was expecting something more than 'okay'… I mean you were a mess last night. You haven't even looked at me all day, and now you're just… okay with it all?" he asked completely flabbergasted.
I looked over to Sam who looked pretty unsure of what was going on. I know what they were expecting. I get it. But I don't have the energy to get angry right now. Maybe another day.
"I just don't care anymore Dean… Dad doesn't want us with him. He doesn't want to talk to us. Nothing I can do about it. So whatever. I'm done."
He just looked at me for a long minute and then shook his head up and down slightly. We ate lunch in silence, me still not wanting to talk and them not sure how to react. We payed for lunch on our way out and walked towards the impala. I could tell Dean still looked upset. I'm not exactly happy with him, but I don't want him miserable. Before we got to the car I stepped in front of him and wrapped my arms around him. He returned it and kissed the top of my head. I looked up to him and smiled to make him feel better.
"You wanna hit the road kiddo?" He asked as we got in.
"Nahh. We're already payed up for the night. How bout I cook dinner?"
Sam laughed, "Seriously Em? You're gonna cook?"
"What's that supposed to mean?!" I turned to him arms crossed offended.
"Nothing… I just. I never imagined you could cook." He said with his hands up. As if trying not to detonate a bomb. Seriously. I know I get angry sometimes but I'm not that scary.
"Just run by the store on the way back. You two need to restock the med kit anyways. We've used it quite a bit lately."
"Yeah. I guess we have. How's the leg. I was shocked that you were able to run on it this morning. Pop any of my stitches?" Dean asked.
"Its fine. It hurt, but not bad enough to stop me from going. And no. I think your stitch work is still intact."
We got to the store and split, I went straight for the meat. Hmm. We eat plenty of hamburgers. I eat chicken all the time…. Pot roast sounds good. I grabbed a large roast, carrots, potatoes, onions, and all the seasonings I would need. I even picked up a loaf of French bread to go with it. Once I was done I ran over to get a pan big enough to fit it all. Thank goodness for aluminum pans. Disposable and cheap.
I met the boys over by the health and beauty supplies. When I found them they were just about finished as well. Dean caught my eye and pointed to the next isle over, the one full of tampons.
"Need anything while we're here? Cause next time I'm not going in the gas station to get them." He said pretending to cringe at the memory. I chuckled and Sam turned a little red in the face. Dean plays it off like he's seriously disturbed but in all honesty he's been running to get me stuff since it started a few years ago. He's used to it by now.
Standing around in the store at the tampon isle makes me think back to the first time. Poor Dean. Poor poor Dean… he was a mess.
FLASHBACK
Dean: 23
Emily: 13
"De… I don't feel good."
Dad left us a few days ago and said he'd be gone all week. Just wants us to bunk down and hang out till he gets back. Me and Dean have just been hanging out watching movies and playing video games. Which he always kicks my ass at. I've been feeling off all day. I'm freezing cold. My boobs hurt. And now my stomach is cramping. I pray its not the flu starting… Dad had to take 3 weeks off the job last time I had the flu. It was miserable. I'm hoping its just because I ate so much food the last day or so. I guess I eat when I'm bored cause I have nearly cleared us out of all our snacks.
"What's wrong Em?" Dean asked walking over to the bed I was currently tucked into.
"I don't know. I'm cold and it hurts…"
He pulled back the blankets to put a hand on my head and the back of my neck.
"Geez kiddo how many shirts are you wearing?" He asked trying to get to the back of my neck under my 3 shirts, one hoodie, and the two blankets.
"I don't feel a fever, what hurts?" Well. How do you tell your brother your boobs hurt?
"My stomach." Was all I was willing to admit to.
"I don't know kiddo. Want me to come cuddle up with you?" He asked looking at me like I'm all pitiful. I am all pitiful.
I just nodded and moved over giving him room to slide in, he leaned against the headboard and grabbed the remote. I snuggled up to him, laying my head against his chest. He was warm. He wrapped an arm around me and we watched Jaws. I love that movie.
We were halfway through Jaws 3 (the shittiest one) when I got the urge to pee. I got up and told him not to bother pausing it for me, I'd be right back and honestly wasn't worried about missing anything. We've seen these movies a dozen times at least.
Oh. Ohhhhh no…. is that… blood? No. Seriously?! Then it all clicked in my head. The eating. My boobs. The cramping. Oh man… I didn't know I'd freeze my balls off for a week straight too. This is miserable already.
Then it hit me. I need to go to the store… I gotta get a few… things. Oh no. Dean. He's not just going to let me leave. Especially when I told him I was sick. SHIT! He's going to want to know why. And he's not going to let me go alone.
It was times like these that I really wish I had my mom. I wish I knew her. Or I wish I at least had ONE female influence in my life. Someone that could tell me what to do. What to say. I mean I catch on to things pretty easily, the internet and TV have filled in a lot of gaps for me when it comes to being a girl. Being raised by a dad and two brothers wasn't exactly helpful when it came to buying my first bra, shaving my legs, or trying to put on make up for the first time. Dad almost shit a brick when he saw the bright blue eye shadow I tried. Thankfully Sam was willing to help me look into something not so trashy, he was a good brother and tried to help. We figured it out eventually. He made me swear not to tell anyone that he helped me do my make up.
Surprisingly enough, it was one of Dean's trashy dates that really taught me what to do. I actually thought she wasn't half bad. Until dad caught them naked in the impala.
Sam's been gone for two years now, and Dean hasn't had any lady friends over the last couple days and I don't forsee him bringing one around me anytime soon. So this really only leaves me two options. Ask Dean. Or sit in this bathroom for the next week. I'm kinda leaning towards the second option.
But Dean knocking on the door kinda ruined that plan, "Hey come on I gotta pee."
"Go pee outside." I said nervously. Dean must have caught onto my tone.
"Em are you okay?" He asked after a second of silence.
I didn't answer. I was standing there, in the bathroom, with toilet paper folded up in my underwear panicking about what the hell to tell my 23 year old brother. I mean what am I supposed to say? 'Hey bro I got my period mind running me to the store for some tampons?' uhh no. I'm mortified just thinking about it.
Pimples and bras and boys and growth spurts are one things.. We've gotten past that. But this? No.I'm not ready to tell him. Thank god dad isn't here. That would be even worse.
"Em?" Dean asked sounding concerned after my silence.
"I'm fine Dean. Just go watch the movie…" I pleaded.
"Emily what's going on." Dean said getting more serious.
"Nothing!" I yelled!
"Emily open the door.."
"No.. Dean just go away!"
"Emily Anne you have two seconds to open the door before I bust it down!"
I knew I was going to have to open it. I don't even know why but all of a sudden my eyes go blurry from tears, I mean what the hell! You bleed. You cry. You freeze. You hurt. You eat everything… can this get any worse?! Oh wait. I'm going to have to tell my brother so yeah! It can!
"Emily!"
"Okay okay okay!" I said stomping over and opening up the door.
I stared at the floor, tears rolling down my cheeks.
"Em baby what's wrong?" Dean automatically dropped the harsh tone and pulled me closer to him.
"Nothing! I just…"
"Just what kiddo?"
"I.. I need to go to the store."
"What for? What's wrong? Why are you crying?" he asked them all so quickly it just made me cry more.
"Em come on.. shh."
"I just need somethings.." I finally mumbled against his chest.
"Like what? You have got to talk to me here kiddo. You're freaking me out!"
I turned my head and buried it in his chest and sighed. I didn't wanna look at him. I just wanted to hide.
"Umm… girl. Woman. Type things…" I said barely above a whisper.
Dean was still for a second like he was thinking.. then all of a sudden I felt him go kinda stiff, "…Ohhh." He said finally understanding what I meant.
We didn't move for a second, I was so embarrassed. I wanted to go invisible. Dean pulled away and sat us down on the bed. I kept my eyes glued to my feet.
"Em. Look at me." But I didn't move.
"Emily Anne, look at me. Please." He said a little harder.
I finally got the balls to look at him, my cheeks were red and my eyes were teary . He reached up and wiped away a tear keeping his eyes on mine.
"Emily its okay, this was bound to happen kiddo. We both knew it was coming eventually. Its okay to talk to me, you're supposed to talk to me about it. So don't get upset. Its okay."
"No. Its not.. its weird and embarrassing."
"You should never be embarrassed around me, you know I never think any less of you for anything. Especially something like this."
"Dean I have no clue what to do right now… and to be honest neither do you."
"Well… we'll figure it out." He tried to make me feel better.
"Deeee…. It hurts." I said getting teary eyed again.
He pulled me in his lap like he used to when I was little and I hid my face in his neck.
"Well then lets go and get… uh.. I don't really know." He said uncomfortably.
"Me either."
We walked into the store and I felt like everyone was staring. I'm sure its me just being paranoid, but it felt like every person I looked at knew.
Dean stuck right by my side, never once leaving me alone which as uncomfortable as I was doing this with him I'm glad I'm not alone.
We walked over to the tampon isle… holy shit.
"Geez. Why are there so many different kinds?!" He said terrified at the sight in front of him.
"I don't know…" I said just as scared. There was a younger girl stocking on the isle across from us. She had eyes on Dean pretty quickly… then she flashed her eyes to me. I looked down. Then looked back up pathetically at the wall of puberty terror in front of me. I had the urge to hide again and hid my face in Dean's side.
"I'm sorry to bother you… but you look like you could use some help?" I look up to see the cute girl walking towards us.
"Uhh.. Yeah. Actually." Dean said looking even more uncomfortable then I did.
She pulled a pen and note pad from her pocket and started writing something down… then she ripped it off and handed it to Dean.
"Here. Go get those… I'll help her with these." She smiled down at me instead of Dean. I was surprised. She actually seemed like she wanted to help me, not just hit on my brother.
"You good Em?" He asked me.
"Yeah. Go ahead.." I said quietly, I watched him walk away and then turned back to the girl.
"First one?" She asked.
"Yes…" I said shyly.
"Did your mom ever explain to you how to pick these out?"
"No Uhh. Died when I was little."
"Oh hun I'm so sorry.. I shouldn't have asked." She said sympathetically.
"What about a sister? Or an aunt? Or maybe even a friend that's already started hers?"
"No. Just me, my brothers, and my dad."
She looked at me sadly, then she forced a smile.
"Well. Then let me explain to you quickly before your brother gets back, I imagine we don't want to have this conversation in front of him." She giggled, making me laugh too.
She helped me pick out what I needed and explained to me the differences and how and when to use what. Thank you God for putting that woman in front of me in the store.
When Dean came back he had a basket full of stuff, I noticed my favorite candy, my favorite snacks, and root beer. The only coke I really like, I stick to water usually.
We went back to the motel and I got things settled for the night before climbing in bed, I turned over and looked to Dean in his bed, it was dark and I could barely make out his outline.
"Hey De…"
"Yeah Kiddo?"
"Thank you for not making today any worse than it could have been…"
He chuckled, "No problem kiddo. I'm just glad that girl showed up and saved our asses."
"Me too… she was nice De. Of all the women you hit on I can't believe you didn't get her number."
"Well excuse me… I was a little preoccupied with my little sister." He said pretending to be offended.
I giggled. We both quickly fell asleep.
The next day was awful… absolutely terrible. I mean. I don't understand why it gets worse! The pain was unreal!
"Deeeeeean." I groaned. "Make it stop…"
Poor guy. He's been up with me since 5 this morning, I've on off yelled and cried to him all day it seems. He just keeps his cool and does everything for me while I lay in bed groaning.
I feel bad, last night he bought me my favorite foods and drinks. He bought pain meds, an extra soft blanket, fuzzy socks, and this cool re-heatable heat pack thingy he's got wrapped in a towel that he's laying on my belly right now. I love him sometimes.
"Em you can't have any more of those pills for another 4 hours… see if this thing helps."
"Mmkay"
"You wanna watch a movie? I got Jurassic Park.. Scream.. Fast and Furious.. Twister?"
"Twister?" I perked up with grin.
"Yeah." He said grinning back.
"Can I lay on you?" I asked with big puppy dog eyes.
"Do you promise not to yell at me anymore today?"
"…Mayyyybe." I said grinning again.
"Scooch over kiddo." Dean laid on the bed with his back against the headboard. I laid down sideways with my pillow in his lap, the heating pad between my belly and the bed, while dean rubbed circles in my back.
He bent over backwards for me the next few days, and then when Dad got back I made sure to have our mess cleaned up so he wouldn't get in any trouble. He had been so patient with me, which for Dean is hard and I knew that.
I always thought it would be Sam that I went to when this happened. If he was till here it probably would have been, but he's not, and I'm fine with that because Dean went above and beyond to take care of me.
END FLASHBACK
"No De I think I'm good for a while." I said with a chuckle. We quickly moved on. On our way to the check out we passed a kiosk full of cards, I got an idea.
"I'll be right back, start checking out." I said before jogging off.
I ran towards the cookie isle and got the 3 best kinds. Oreo, Chocolate Chip, and Fudge Stripes. I ran back all three cookie boxes in hand and grabbed a deck of playing cards. I see a little poker in the near by future.
When we got back to the room I started the roast. I loved chopping up vegetables. It was normal. It was something relaxing that didn't take a lot of effort but you could focus on what you're doing and forget about everything else going on around you.
I dumped it all into the pan with the meat and broth before going rogue with the seasoning. I set the oven on the low and the timer for 4 hours. Then I grabbed each of the boys a beer, me a root beer, the deck of cards and broke open the three boxes of cookies. Counting them out evenly in 3 separate piles.
"Okay boys. Texas Hold 'ems the game." I called. They walked over to the table and laughed at me. I had the table set beer and all for 3 players
"Emily we could play with actual money, we're not kids anymore." Sam said with an ear to ear grin.
"No. I don't have any money. Besides. This way is more fun." I said with a devilish grin.
"Okay kiddo what's the buy in." Dean asked sitting down and drinking his beer.
"Oreos are 5, chocolate chips are 10 and fudge stripes are 20. Buy in is 15." I explained while shuffling cards like a pro.
3 hours later Dean's cookie pile is embarrassingly higher than mine and Sam's. But this hand I've got a full house. I'm gonna get this one.
I looked up to Sam, he checks. Then Dean. He bets 25. Ha…"All in." I said pushing the rest of my pile into the center of the table.
"I'm out." Sam says tossing down his cards. I focus my sights on Dean. He's got a good poker face, but so do I.
"You trying to bluff me out kiddo?"
"Flip the cards and find out Dean-O"
He flipped em alright… flipped em right into a four of a kind and laughed maniacally as he pulled the last of my cookies to his pile.
"Sorry Em. Can't beat the master." He said leaning back and propping his feet up.
I pushed his feet up in the air successfully tipping him over in his chair. Me and Sam laughed our asses off and Dean glared at me from the floor.
"How much longer on dinner Em. It smells amazing and I'm dying of hunger down here." He asked not bothering to get up yet.
I reached over to his cookie pile and started eating on them. Fudge stripes are the bomb dot freakin com.
"Another hour. Think your insides will rot out before then?"
He stood up and thought about it for a second.
"Nahh. I can hold out."
"You two are something else." Sam said shaking his head.
"Oh come on Sammy you know your life was boring without us!" I said taking another bite. Damn this cookie is good.
"Yeah I guess so." He laughed standing up to stretch.
Dean reached down and took the cookie outta my hand right before I took another bite.
"Dude! There is a table full of cookies and you take my half eaten one?"
"I was only half hungry." He said winking at me. Douche.
I punched him in the gut before taking off so that he couldn't catch me for payback. But he quickly darted after me and we played a game of cat and mouse for about 5 minutes before he tackled me and threw me on the bed tickling me.
"Hey Sammy remember that sister we had?" He asked playfully.
"Hmm. Can't say I do. What was her name again?"
"Ameila maybe?" Dean said.
"Oh yeahh yeahh, what ever happened to her."
"I'm not sure."
"Well Dean if I remember correctly we held her town and tickled her to death!" He said jumping up and helping Dean damn near seriously tickle me to death.
I screamed and laughed till I could hardly breathe.
I pulled out dinner not long after that, letting it rest while I turned up the oven some to make the outside of the bread crunchy.
I caught Dean trying to lift the foil off the roast and slapped his hand away.
"Damn! I just wanted to try it." He looked at me eyes wide. I laughed. Again. Its been a long time since I've laughed this much.
"Go sit down, I'll make you and Sammy a plate. Grab yall a beer and me a water please."
.GOSH. I seriously need to cook more often. This roast tastes fanfuckintastic.
I watched Dean inhale his in a matter of minutes before going back for seconds, me and Sam giggled watching him.
"Em I take it back… I will never doubt your cooking skills again." Sam said pushing his empty plate away.
"Ughhh… so. Much. Food." Dean groaned laying on the bed.
"Yeah. That was well worth the four hours of waiting if I do say so myself."
"You wanna watch a movie kiddo?" Sam asked.
"Yeah sounds good. What were you thinking?"
"Scary?" He asked with an evil look on his face, he knows I'm a chicken shit when it comes to some scary movies. I like the old school slasher ones, like Scream. But these new creepy ass movies get to me.
"Sure if you wanna sleep with all the lights on tonight." I answered with a straight face.
He laughed at me, "Man. Em, I don't get it. You literally fight monsters and ghosts… you hardly ever get scared. But a movie makes you sleep with the lights on?!"
"Not all of them… just certain ones. If I remember correctly someone was terrified when we watched the clown movie… It." I watched as his face went from amused to ashamed.
"Oh shut up." He mumbled. Dean laughed.
"Pick a movie Em." Sam said trying to change the subject.
"Hmm… 10 Things I Hate About You!" I said excitedly.
"Oh come on, a chick flick! Seriously?" Dean said sitting up.
"You said I could pick. That's my pick."
"Well he lied, I'm gonna pick." Dean said getting up and going over to the stack of movies we had in the room.
"Oh yeahhh.." He finally said.
"What?" I asked.
"Get comfy and find out."
We all piled up on the bed directly in front of the TV, Sam and Dean each sitting up against the headboard on each side, me laying down in the middle with my feet between them. I watched the previews curious as to what Dean put in. Suddenly the movie starts and I see Kevin Bacon and Fred Ward. Oh good choice Dean!
"Tremors.. Seriously?" Sam asked.
"Yes. Tremors. This movie kicks ass, Kevin Bacon blows that bitch up!" Dean defended.
"Yeah Sammy. I'm with De on this one. Kevin bacon is pretty fine in this movie, he's no Chris Hemsworth, but he's pretty damn fine." I said grinning to myself before a pillow magically flew at the back of my head. I turned to see Dean pointing a finger at Sam, which I automatically know means he threw it, I threw it back and he dodged it. Asshole.
We watched the movie and I was dozing off by the end of it, I don't even remember getting to see Kevin Bacon make the big move and save the day. I woke up to someone lightly shaking me awake.
"Em.."
"Hmm…"
"Go get ready for bed. Dean's passed out so I'll share with you tonight." Sam whispered to me.
"Mmmm… okay." I slowly pried myself up and got changed and pulled up my hair before crawling into bed. Sam was laying there with the light on reading through something in dad's journal.
"Anything interesting in there?" I asked curling up to him and laying on his chest.
"No. Not really… just curious if there was anything I missed before." He said while putting it away and turning off the light.
"Em."
"Yeah?"
"I had fun today… Thank you for not holding this against Dean, he was having a hard time as it is. You've grown up a lot. I'm proud of you." He said quietly.
"Thanks Sammy… I just figured I could be pissed and miserable that dad left, or I could be happy I still have you and Dean. I'm too tired of being angry. We just… we needed a good day after last night."
"Yeah. We did. I love you kiddo."
"I love you too Sammy." I curled up under the sheet and fell asleep almost immediately, satisfied with finally having a really good day. I wasn't lying when I said we all needed one. This is how it used to be all the time before Sam left, dad would go on hunts and us three would goof off till he got back, or me and Sam would when he took Dean with him. Sometimes he would take Sam instead if he knew it would be a pretty cut and dry case, but he only took me when all of us were going, and even then I did a lot of waiting in the car and staying behind my brothers. I guess those days really are behind us. As much as Dean and I both wanted things back the way they were I think now I finally understand it can't be like that. We've all grown up, not just me.