Silence

That was the only thing that lasted with the car as the soft buzz, and rolling of it's wheels crackled as the radio softly sang her old songs that she cherished ever so. There Sam laid in front, his body laying back on the seat as his face would contort ever so often. Dean drove in silence, and Tiny simply looked out towards the windows, seeing the world pass by in blurs.

Though it was relatively silent, it wasn't anywhere close to being an uneasy one despite the doubt that filled the eldest member of the small party earlier. In fact it took him time to think further upon the matter. His eyes through out the ride would often glance at her through the rear view mirror. There his sharp green eyes softly glazed over her form ever so, remembering her more and more through the every glance. He saw the distant look lacing over her eyes, those hands softly holding each other together and twisting her shirt ever so often. He saw the little pup softly sit besides her, looking out the same window she did from the side of her, where for once he saw trained eyes instead of those usual beady ones that would stare into the brothers' soul.

"So, what's your job, or was I should say."

Tiny looked up from where she was staring lost in thought, turning forwards to look at Dean's back. She blinked for a moment, then responding with a soft smile softly lacing over her face. "I'm a writer." she softly stated at ease. Dean looked at her from the mirror again. "Oh? What type of books?" He asked her, reasoning that conversation was the best option of learning.

She let a sigh escape her lips, here eyes wondering down in thought for a moment. "Well, really anything that comes to mind. Usually it starts out like a dream and then it just develops into something people find interesting. But to be truly honest, they never seem to be happy stories."

"And why's that? A little depressing don't you think."

"It is, to be honest sometimes it makes me cry to think about it but at the same time it's more realistic, well as realistic as everyone knows things to be. It's funny. No one knows the monsters we know and at the end I'm writing about them like a metaphor and people choice to think it's just a matter of psychology, of mental stability. But in the end it's how I want the people to see it, precisely so but..."

"It's not the same because they don't know what it's really like."

"Kinda. I just like making it out like that. I never liked it when hunters get caught up with Human made cases. No monsters, no creatures, just humans being cruel to other humans. It's kinda sad to think it's more common than it used to be. You can't help but wonder what the hell happened." Her words where so casual, yet her voice was so sad, as those eyes looked forwards towards the back of his head. Dean had looked through the rear view mirror to met her eyes again.

"You know, it's a little bit strange for my taste, but I get what you mean. Even we so often stubble across humans doing terrible things, those unpredictable sons of a bitches. It is kinda sad when you think about it. Isn't that why we have such a huge ghost problem?"

A gasping sound came from Dean's side as he in turn glanced towards Sam, who launched himself up from his seat. Hannibal had decided to inspect the younger Winchester, leaving him up front where his head tilted ever so. He was startled by the tall Sasquache and he fell towards the ground in front where he then managed to climb up upon him in his wake. Dean drove, giving his brothers some side glances, the rock music remained to play in the background as Sam came back to his senses.

"Are you alright?" Tiny asked with a soft spray in her voice. Sam had shaken his head as he took in deep yearning breaths. "I'm fine." he breathed out. "Another nightmare?" inquired Dean from his spot besides his brother. Sam had simply cleared his throat as he ushered Hannibal to go back with his master as he pushed the little butt of the puppy away as it jumped, taking sanctuary in his master's lap as she stroked him with her mystic hands.

Once more the silence had invaded all senses and more so was of a different nature than comfort. "Want to drive for a while?" Dean suggested as he looked towards his brother. Sam had looked upon what stretched out before him and back to his older brother as he looked in utter surprise. "In your whole life you've never asked me that." Dean had then looked forwards again in a mood of slight childish pout. "Thought you might want to, never mind." he stated as he shook his head.

Once more that pause had remained till the youngest spoke. "Look man, you're worried about me, I get it, thank you but I'm perfectly okay."Sam informed his brother who gave a hum in response. Sam had in turn reached over towards the back where Tiny had held onto it, attempting to keep it from Hannibal's vial jaws of judgment. "You know what; maybe we shouldn't have left Stanford too soon." Sam stated as he grasped the map before Hannibal had time to bit it. "Sam, we dug there for about a week, we came up with nothing and there has been no compilations since we got our two new members." Dean reasoned to his younger brother, "If you want to find the thing that killed Jessica..."

"Gotta find Dad first." Sam finished off. "Dad disappearing and that thing showing up after 20 years? It's no coincidence." Dean added in turn. "Dad will have answers, he'll know what to do." Dean finished. "It's weird, man. These coordinates he left us, this Blackwater Ridge..." Sam stated as he trailed off as he looked towards the map. "What about it?" Dean inquired. "There's nothing there. It's just woods." Sam stated. He then placed the map down. "Why is he sending us to the middle of nowhere?" he asked the eldest man in the car. Exchanging looks they looked forwards to moving through the moving strips of road in the distance.

Sam had paused for a moment, and then turned in the mirror to see Tiny. "How's your family?" Tiny couldn't help but feel slightly odd, after all some of the questions they had where simply, basic ones, but obvious it was kinda odd to be talking about this, as hunters and as people worried about a case it's kinda odd, at least for her opinion. "What?" Sam had then turned his body gradually to see her. " You know, you're brothers, you're mom and Dad. How are they?" he asked once more earning her to slightly cringe in sadness.

The silence had consumed them, softly drifting as it sank into her mind as she looked away as they faded towards the forest that rolled besides them. "I... I haven't..." words wouldn't properly form as she though of the proper words to say. There she took a deep breath as her face once again narrowed her brows. "My brothers are...how they are, hopefully well, hopefully in good care. Sometimes I wonder, wanting to go out there but isn't a brother usually a pain in your back? From what I know their fine. After all only time would tell where the best ends are." It was at that moment that pride seeped through her voice. "They may be my brothers, but they are big boys now, who can take care of themselves, who knows what's best for them but themselves. I would have gotten a call if anything was amiss. Their most likely if anything fine." Her voice had came off as rather bitter in the end however but that pride never left.

"Well, maybe one day we'll cross with them, and then you'll see."

"Don't worry, if our paths remain the same, it'll come, one day when everything turns a little bit better." She added with a grin. Hannibal remained stationed on her lap, howling in song and content on his master's long awaited joy.

Author's Note

Yeah, I know, it has been years since anything has come up to those who do care about this work.(If any of you do that is). I have been rather drifting lately and as such I would say that it's time to bring something out. This has been sitting around, I haven't really edited it much, if anything the boys are still OOCish but it'll work out soon.

I have actually been working on a cover picture of this. A lovely one at that. It's kinda of funky, but I'll be out soon. I would explain on the next one when the image is done further but it's gonna show Tiny (and this is also an abandon sketch dump I did and the pen broke so...) and she looks kinda odd. However more or less this is how she's going to look in the very beginning. She is definitely going to change over time, that is a constant thing. Maybe that is something to look forward too.

Any who, I'll update as soon as I can for this one. No promises on time though, apparently I'm horrendous with keeping time.

With Love,

VioletFlame14