Plot Twists

The two-day drive back to Sioux Falls really gave you time to think. Firstly, you had come to the conclusion that you only ever injured yourself on hunts when they involved the Winchesters (seriously, not even a scratch on you). Secondly, speaking of said brothers, you were beginning to think that demons seemed to have a hand in everything. Hell, you fought a friggin' gorgon and it was still somehow a demon's fault. Every road led to them, including the one Dean was currently on. It really made you analyze the difference between Jonathon and Dean. Yes, both men had been exceptionally stupid when making their deals, but you only felt pity for one of them. You chalked it up to one thing; reasoning. You were usually very big on believing that people who made their beds should lie in them too, but Dean's choice hit a nerve. His bed was made by putting someone he loved first, even before himself. He had ultimately earned your respect.

You finally arrived back at Bobby's and filled him in on the entire case. "Man, am I glad I took mythology as a gen ed." Bobby snickered at your quip. "Well, I'm sorry the olive branch didn't work out, but I'm glad you came back in one piece. A friggin' cocaine mirror…" He trailed off that last sentence, laughing and shaking his head to himself as he headed back out into the garage to fix up the car he had been working on. You smiled to yourself and collapsed on the couch, content to be back home. It was short-lasted however, as only a minute later; Bobby's cell began to ring. You heard him call from the garage, "Y/N/N, can you get that? It's probably Dean checking in after their case."

"Got it!" You yelled as you made your way to the disheveled desk and picked up the phone. Sure enough, it was Dean. "Hey, Bobby's a bit busy right now. How's it going?"

"Y/N/N? Don't you have a life outside of hunting with us? You should really get out more." You rolled your eyes and refused to acknowledge that dig with a response. "Or not… anyway, just calling to let you guys know we're headed home. You'll never guess the plot twist with this one!"

"Oh please, do tell…"

"Turns out step-mom poisoned the kid and she just wanted her dad to know the truth. Like Misha Barton."

"Who?"

"The Sixth Sense? You know she's the one who plays with the creepy puppets and ghost vomits everywhere? Catfishes her stepmom?"

"Wouldn't know, never saw it."

"Y-You never saw The Sixth Sense? Were you raised in a barn?!"

"As fascinating as this conversation is, I really have to go. I'll let Bobby know you guys are on your way back."

"No wait Y/N—" You hung up before he could finish. Your apparent lack of horror cinema knowledge was not something you wanted to waste time discussing at the moment. Why play operation at home when your job is a doctor? Bobby came back in finally, wiping the grease from his hands on a dishrag. "Turns out you were right, it was Dean. He just wanted to let you know he and Sam are on their way back." Bobby grunted in response. "Listen, I've had a long day of driving. I think I'm gonna turn in for the night. See you in the morning."

"Night." You nodded in response and headed upstairs to crash. You threw your bag on the nearest chair and laid back on the mattress you had become so accustomed to. There really was nothing like your own bed. You stared at the ceiling for a while before drifting to sleep for the night…or so you thought.

You were shaken gently awake and could faintly hear your name being whispered. You knew you weren't in danger; so raising your gun wasn't a priority. Monsters don't waste time to gently wake you up. Your eyes forced themselves open to see Dean standing over your bed. "Dean? What the hell are you doing?"

"C'mon, we're going downstairs."

"What? Why?"

"We're watching a movie."

"…No. Go to bed."

"Well, you haven't seen The Sixth Sense, so whose fault is this really?" You simply glared in response. He sighed and grabbed your arm to gently lift you to an upright position. "C'mon!" You exhaled loudly as you threw the covers off and followed him out of the room. Is this what having a kid is like?

You planted your ass on the couch and tucked your knees into your chest. Dean already had the movie cued up and was walking back from the kitchen with two glasses and a bowl of popcorn ready. Man, he really planned this out. Feeling a slight chill, you grabbed the blanket that rested on the back of the couch and tucked your body under it. Not wearing a bra to bed was really working against you this particular night. Dean arrived back at the couch and placed the items on the coffee table. He sat and looked over at you. "Hogging all of the blanket? Girl discovers one species and suddenly the world revolves around her." He smiled slightly. You rolled your eyes and gave him half, still being sure to cover your chest. "Looks like Bobby filled you in."

"Guess you do have a life outside of us. But I'm about to make it better. See, all of M. Night Shyamalan's films have this plot twist…" You simply stared into the eyes of the man who was so incredibly excited to share his love for films. You weren't even registering what he was saying, partly from the fog of sleep, but also from your own thoughts intruding. This was a bad idea. Every nerve ending in your body was screaming to remind you that Dean was going to hell and to keep your distance. It was just logic. But all that ran through your mind was what a great friendship this might have been. And that hurt…