(I'm back! Did you miss me?
Yes it is another chapter. I'm so happy to be writing on this story again.
I really hope you like this chapter. Also, thank you so much for being so patient and understanding.
Thank you to ArtistKurai, LilyBolt, lzech216, and Sam. for your reviews on the last chapter.
Unbeated so all spelling and grammar mistakes are mine.
I don't own Supernatural nor I do I own Everyday by the late Buddy Holly.)
"Dean?" a voice whispered penetrating the silence in the apartment. Dean looked around trying to figure out where the voice was coming from.
"Dean." The voice repeated. Dean went out of his room and looked around. It sounded like Sam so he made to go into Sam's room, but before he could the ground started to shake. Dean grabbed onto a wall to hold himself up right but the wall was made of something soft and his hand went into it.
"Oh yea," Dean thought "That's why we got such a good deal on the apartment, the walls are made out of marshmallows." The ground trembled again and Dean tried to hold on to the marshmallow wall but something pushed him.
"Dean?" The voice said again. "Dean, wake up. Please wake up." Dean groaned and opened one eye. The thing that was pushing him was his younger brother trying to wake him up.
"Wha do ya wan Sam'y?" he slurred slightly annoyed.
"I had a bad dream that John found us and he took me and you tried to get to me but John, but John-" Sam started to say but he broke off and two tears slid down his cheeks. Dean looked at his younger brother. Sam normally didn't cry, Dean decided that it was Sam being too keyed up because of the brake in and court hearing that happened earlier that was making his younger brother slightly out of control of his emotions.
"Ok, ok kiddo." Dean said heaving Sam up onto his bed and positioning Sam so Sam's back was up against Dean's chest. "Shhh, it's ok. You're ok." Dean whispered rubbing his back. He continued to whisper words of comfort to his younger brother and finally singing him to sleep with 'Everyday'
"Everyday, it's a gettin' faster,
Everyone says go ahead and ask her,
Love like yours will surely come my way, hey, hey, hey."
Dean sang softly listening to Sam's breathing even out into the slow deep sounds of sleep.
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Dean rolled over onto his back without opening his eyes and stretched. Bringing his arms down to his sides his right hand brushed up against something. Looking down he found his brother curled up against his side, "What the heck is Sam do, oh yeah," Dean thought "Sam had a bad dream last night." Sighing and wishing he could get a few more hours of sleep he got out of the bed gently as to not wake Sam up and went over to his duffel bag and took out a clean change of clothing and made his way to the shower. Making the water as hot as he could stand it Dean stepped under the stream spewing from the shower head and got to thinking. The thought that was on his mind at that moment was Did John really brake into our apartment and if so where is he now? Unfortunately Dean did not have those questions. Sighing he quickly scrubbed off and shampooed his hair and stepped out and grabbed a towel from the cupboard, dried off and changed. As soon as he got out of the bathroom he went over to Sam and gently shook him awake.
"Sam." He said grabbing his arm and giving it a gentle shake. Sam mumbled something and rolled over.
"Sammy, get up." Dean tried again. Sam stuck his face under the pillows and ignored him. Finally after threatening to pour cold water on him Dean got Sam up.
"Dean, I hate mornings." Sam grumbled sitting up looking at his big brother with sleep filled hazel eyes his hair tousled from tossing and turning in the night "I'm tired."
"You're not the only one who is tired Sammy, but we both have to go to school today." Dean said "Now hurry up so we can get something to eat on the way there." He sat down on Sam's empty bed and started to pull on his socks while Sam shuffled into the bathroom. Just as Dean pulled on his boots there came a knock on the door. He froze staring at it and then at the clock six thirty. The knock came again a little louder. Reaching into his duffel bag and wondering who would be up this early in the morning Dean pulled out a knife and slowly made his way to the door.
"Dean, open up it's Rach." A girl's voice said and Dean let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. Looking through the peephole he saw Rachelle looking back at him, her frizzy hair framing her face.
"Hold on a sec." Dean said as he stashed the knife in the waist band of his jeans and opened the door.
"Brrr, it's kinda cold out there." Rach said as she entered the room and set down three cups, one in one hand clutching a white bag from a bakery the other two balancing on top of another one, onto a table by the TV.
"It's cold?" Dean asked looking out the window of the hotel "Looks warm to me."
"Yeah, well the wind is what's making it cold." Rachelle said taking her coat off and rubbing her hands against each other to try to warm them up.
"Want me to warm you up?" Dean asked a smirk gracing his lips as he walked over to her and put his arms around her and pulled her into a hug.
"You are horrible Dean Winchester." Rachelle laughed as she let his arms hold her close to him. She could hear his heart beating. They stayed like that for a moment then Dean broke it and grabbed one of the cups.
"That's hot chocolate for Sam, I didn't know if he drank coffee or not so I figured better safe than sorry, where is Sam anyway?" Rach asked looking around for him.
"He's in the bathroom." Dean said "Sam, hurry up Rach is here." He hollered and within seconds the bathroom door opened and Sam came out dressed for the day.
"Good Morning Rach." Sam said smiling and wondered over to the bakery bag and peeking inside. "What's in here?" He asked
"Good Morning Sam, Apple fritters." Rachelle answered "One for each of us."
"Thanks Rach, you really didn't have to bring us something to eat." Dean said reaching in to the white bag and grabbing a pastry.
"I know I didn't, I wanted to." Rach said handing Sam the hot chocolate "Not only that but this saves you guys some walking time so you can explain to me what happened yesterday. All dad said was that you two were staying here." She turned her brown eyes to Dean and Dean sighed and sat down on the bed but didn't speak.
"Do you want the good news or the bad news first?" He finally asked taking a sip of coffee.
"Good news." Rach answered almost before Dean got the rest of the question out.
"Ok, good news is that I got custody of Sam." Dean grinned.
"You did! Oh Dean that's marvelous!" Rach squealed going over and giving Dean another hug then turned around and went to Sam and gave him a hug as well.
"Thanks Rach." Dean said taking a bit of the apple fritter.
"And the bad news?" Rach asked going back over and sitting across from Dean. Dean chased his apple fritter down with some more coffee and sighed again looking at his girlfriend.
"The bad news, right, because nothing in our lives can ever just be good can it?" Dean sighed. He took another swig of coffee and let out another sigh he looked at Sam, who was pulling on his sneakers.
"Please, Rach, don't freak out to much ok?" Dean almost begged her.
"Ok." Rach said puzzled. Dean licked his lips and bit a hang nail. Finally taking a deep breath he spoke.
"Our apartment was broken into last night, we don't know who it was but I'm betting it was John." Dean said this all in one breath and looked at Rach.
"John, John Winchester, as in your dad who tried to kill Sam, is here in New York." Rachelle asked her brown eyes wide.
"We don't know that for sure, we think he might be. That's why we were staying here well that, and we have no place else to go right now really." Dean said.
"I see. Well what are we going to do about it?" Rachelle asked.
"I don't know let's just take it one step at a time," Dean suggested finishing his apple fritter and getting up to pull on his coat "We better hurry or I'm going to be late for work." Sam grabbed his backpack and his cup of hot coco and all three of them hurried out and down the hall and outside along the busy sidewalk to Rachelle's Beetle.