Chapter 24
"Dean, look, stop worrying, things will be fine; I'll be fine," Summer said to Dean over the phone while she drove along a road in Missouri, heading to a store for a few things for when they leave town.
"I just…You know how things are. And with what happened…"
"I know you're worried considering what we all have been through the last few weeks. Nothing is going to happen. Stop worrying and relax, I'll be back shortly."
"How can I not worry?"
She could hear the concern in his voice when he spoke and she couldn't help but give a small smile, knowing he was letting his guard down a little to show some emotion instead of hiding it. "I'll be back at the motel soon and you can finally be at ease. Seriously, get some rest. You've been through a lot and you still need to heal, and by doing that, you need to relax and get some sleep."
I see
the bad moon arising
I see trouble on the way
I see earthquakes
and lightnin'
I see bad times today
Summer let her eyes drift to the radio when CCR "Bad Moon Rising" began playing.
"How can I relax when I hear that song?"
She chuckled a little. "What, do you believe in signs or something?"
"What if I do?"
"Dean, relax. It's just a song."
Don't go around tonight
Well, it's bound to
take your life
There's a bad moon on the rise
"Yeah, just a song," he said with a scoff. "Just so happens, that's the same damn song that was playing on the radio the night we were hit by that semi. Summer, turn around… turn around now."
"Dean… you're over-reacting—" she stopped in mid-sentence when a bright white light from a car shone in her eyes, blinding her. Screeching tires could be heard a few seconds later, and a sound of glass shattering, along with Summer screaming, and metal cracking from the sudden impact.
Hope you got your things
together
Hope you are quite prepared to die
Looks like we're in
for nasty weather
One eye is taken for an eye
Don't
go around tonight
Well, it's bound to take your life
There's a
bad moon on the rise
Sam sat up in bed with a start, his heart pounding against his chest and the sweat dripped down his face. "No, no, no…" he looked toward the other bed, and saw that Summer and Dean were still sleeping. "Gotta keep her from leaving," he thought aloud, determined to keep the vision from coming true. Lying back, he quietly thanked for the premonition and he sighed, closing his eyes, hoping to sleep without any more interruptions.
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Sam brought his hand to his face, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, waking up.
"Mornin' sleepy head," Dean spoke with his mouthful, chocolate donut.
"What time is it?" Sam asked sitting up.
"Ten," his brother replied taking another bite.
"Where's Sum?" he asked when he noticed she was not around.
"In the bathroom"
Sam nodded slightly, and for a moment, he almost forgot about the vision. It worried him, and he bit his lower lip deciding whether he should tell Dean or not. He knew Dean would probably kill him if he kept something involving his girlfriend to himself. Sighing, he stared at his brother for a couple of seconds before speaking. "Dean, we need to…"
"I see you're awake," Summer said walking out of the bathroom, interrupting Sam.
"Uh, yeah," Sam nodded, deciding not to mention it with her in the room, he didn't want to freak her out with it.
"What were you goin' to say, Sammy?" Dean looked at him after glancing at his girlfriend.
"Uh, oh, it's nothing really, just wanted to discuss a couple things with you. It can wait," Sam replied while climbing out of bed. "I'm gonna go take a shower," he told them as he grabbed some clean clothes out of his bag, and moved toward the bathroom, closing the door behind him.
Leaning up against the door with a sigh, he wished she hadn't interrupted him, he wanted to tell Dean without her knowing. "Later," he murmured while he headed toward the shower. "I'll tell him later…"
Dean leaned forward, reaching for Summer, wrapping his arms around her waist, making sure not to squeeze too tight because of her gunshot wound, which still made him frown knowing how she got it, and he pulled her to him, having her sit on his lap, which caused her to chuckle a little. "I got a question for ya."
"Oh yeah, and what's that?" she wondered staring him in the eye, curiosity within her voice.
"How 'bout you do us a little something?"
"Do what?"
"Do a little shopping?"
"Dean Winchester, are you sending me to do errands you and Sam can do yourselves?"
"Yeah"
"If I do, what will I get in return?" she asked wrapping an arm around his neck, letting her fingers go through his hair.
He brought his mouth to her ear. "Anything you want," he whispered, his breath feeling warm to her skin, sending chills down her spin.
"Anything I want?" she repeated.
"Anything"
She titled her head to the side, as if thinking. "Let me drive the Impala more often."
"That's it?" he raised an eyebrow at her. "That's what you want in return of doing shopping?"
"Yeah," she told him. "From day one, you haven't let me drive, and I think it's time I should."
"Alright," he agreed. "I'll let you drive, under one condition. If you ruin it at all, your driving privileges are over, got it?"
"Deal," she nodded in agreement. She un-wrapped her arm from around his neck, and attempted to stand up, but Dean held onto her. "Dean," she said shortly after, glancing at him. "Can you let go, please?"
"Why?"
"Because I need to brush my hair while it's still wet, I want to make sure I don't get tangles. Now, please let me up?"
Dean's hold around her loosened and she stood up with a shake of her head making her way to her bag.
"You know, I need to do a little shopping of my own," she said looking over her shoulder, meeting his gaze. "And I must warn you…" she turned to face him. "Don't be surprised when you see at least five bags of clothes in the backseat."
He smirked. "Do you really need five bags filled with clothes?"
"Well," she started while bringing her arm up, holding her hairbrush, and she started to comb her brown hair. "I will need more clothes considering I hardly have any since I teamed up with you. Not to mention the shirt I had, which is… was one of my favorites, has a bullet hole in it now. So I will need some new things."
Dean frowned at the mention of that day in the warehouse. He was still angry at his father for not thinking twice at the decision. John knew he could kill her by doing it, but that didn't matter to him, all he cared about was getting rid of a demon. One less demon walking among them, he figured.
"Dean…" Summer walked over to him and got eye level with him as she grabbed his hand. "I know what your dad did was not the best decision, but he did what he had to do."
"No," Dean spoke tightly. "No. That is no excuse, Summer. He could have killed you."
"I'm alive aren't I?"
"Yeah, you're alive but you—"
"Sure I could I have died, but I didn't. Dean all that matters is me being alive. I may be mad at your dad still for shooting me, but he had no choice."
"Of course he did!" Dean spoke louder than he meant to while he stood up, walking away from her, his back to her.
She stood up and faced him. "Dean…"
"Don't you get it?" he faced her, the anger, worry, and sadness visible on his face and in his voice, though she saw he tried to hide it, but was failing. "He did have a choice. He didn't have to shoot you. He could done something else to deal with the situation. He could have done something that didn't cause you to get hurt in the progress," he sighed bringing a hand to his face, rubbing it. "I could have…" he tried to talk without his voice cracking. "I could have lost you. How could I have gone on with life knowing I lost you because of my dad? I could have done something. I could have spoke up sooner, but I didn't. It didn't occur to me what he planned to do when I saw that gun in his hand. And then when I saw you fall, the blood already seeping through your shirt…" he trailed off, almost afraid to finish it, almost as If not wanting to remember that day.
"Don't do that," she walked to him. "Don't blame yourself. You couldn't have known when you were hardly awake, not to mention getting hurt the night before, clouded your train of thought. I don't blame you for what happened, and neither should you."
"I can't help it when the girl I love gets hurt," he whispered.
She lifted her hand up and placed it on the side of his face just under his jaw line, her fingers lingering on the back of his neck. "You need to help it. You, Sam, John and I will get hurt every now and then, and that comes with the job. There is no way to escape it. Getting shot… well, that's just part of it."
"You make it sound like you expected it to happen."
"You gotta expect anything with this job, Dean, simple as that," she told him before she backed away from him and went back to the bed, and grabbed her hairbrush again.
The bathroom door opened, and Sam walked out. "Hey, I'm thinking of taking a walk," he told them as he headed toward his bed. "And maybe even stop at a movie theater or something, haven't done that in a very long time." He faced them, and for the first time, he felt the tension. "What's going on?"
"Nothing, everything is fine, Sammy," Dean answered while he walked back to the table and grabbed his coffee, taking a sip.
Sam shrugged knowing Dean wouldn't tell the truth. "Anyway… I'll be back later," he grabbed his jacket and headed for the door.
"Have fun," Summer said.
"Yeah, I think I will," Sam nodded, and he opened the door, walked out and closed it behind him.
"I guess I'm gonna go and get the shopping done. I'll be back in a few hours," she said grabbing her jacket and car keys. "I'll see you later," she added walking to him, giving him a peck on the lips before she made her way to the door.
"Be careful," Dean called out.
"Always," she smiled, and then she shut the door.
Dean sighed and sat down, reaching for Sam's computer, pulling it toward him, he began searching for any jobs to do.
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Sam pulled on his jacket trying to get warm, now wishing the zipper worked. It was beginning to get colder at night, and that made him think of winter; it was only a matter of time before snow appeared on the ground in the mornings. He sighed and continued his walk toward the motel. Glancing around the parking lot, he noticed the Impala wasn't there. He picked up his pace, moving quickly across the parking lot, and to the motel room, reaching for the doorknob, he heard his brother talking as if on the phone.
"…Just so happens, that's the same damn song that was playing on the radio the night we were hit by that semi…"
"Shit!" Sam cursed, turning the knob and burst into the room, locking eyes with Dean already, and he felt his heart fall to the pit of his stomach. Something happened, and he knew it had to with Summer by the way Dean looked terrified, and pale to the skin. "No…" he choked out.