"Dean!" Tru yelled, running over to him. Their dads let them out to hunt on their own, a small wendigo that was anything but small. It threw Dean against a tree who just fell to the ground. Tru pulled a flare gun out of her pocket and shot at it before it could do anything. It made a loud, screechy noise before falling to the ground. Tru dropped the gun and ran over to Dean who was groaning.
"Dean, come on, you're okay." Tru said softly. Dean mumbled something she couldn't hear before turning his head. Tru helped Dean up off the ground and started walking for the impala. "Dean, I need a little help here." Tru muttered as she struggled to stay upright. Dean mumbled some more and shifted his weight slightly, making it easier for Tru to help him to the car.
Tru leaned Dean against the car for a second so she could open the passenger door and help him into it. She closed the door and walked over to the driver side door and slid in. She grabbed Dean's keys out of his jacket pocket and started the car. It took Dean a second to realize that he wasn't in the driver seat and started mumbling angrily.
"Dean, shut up, you can't drive in the state your in. You can barely keep your eyes open." Tru said, stepping on the gas and pulling away from the park they were at and toward the motel they were staying at.
"Easy." Dean slurred.
"Dean, shut up." Tru said, shaking her head as she sped up. She wanted to get him checked out soon to make sure he was okay.
When they got back to the motel, instead of lifting Dean out of the car again, she told him to wait and ran to John's room and knocked on his door hurriedly. He came to the door and instantly looked worried.
"Where's Dean?" He asked.
"He got hurt. I think he might've hit his head." Tru said, running beside him to the Impala where Dean was still sitting, leaning against the door frame. John ran over to the door and pulled his oldest out slowly, helping him to his feet and back to the room. Tru followed them in, not wanting to leave until she knew he was okay.
"Tru, you should go to your room." John said, putting Dean down into a chair.
"Not yet." Tru said, sitting in a chair on Dean's left, facing him. In the light of the room, she noticed that Dean had bloody spots on the back of his head.
"'m fine Tru." Dean slurred.
"Dean, the back of your head is covered with blood." Tru said, shaking her head.
"'m fine." Dean said again.
"Tru, maybe you should get some sleep." John told her.
"A-Alright." Tru said, standing up and leaving reluctantly. She really didn't want to leave him like that but she didn't have a choice. She walked to her room and opened the door, revealing her sister laying in bed flipping through channels.
"What happened?" Faith asked, turning off the t.v.
"The fuckin thing threw Dean into a tree. The back of his head is covered in blood and all he can say is 'm fine Tru." Tru sighed, flopping down on her bed. "I wanted to stay in there with him but John made me leave."
"Since when do you listen to Johnny boy?" Faith asked, turning to face her.
"Dunno, since now." Tru shrugged. "I just hope he's okay."
"Your boy toy's got a hard head." Faith said, smirking at her sister, trying to help her feel better. Tru gave a soft laugh and nodded.
"Yeah he does." Tru agreed, laying on her bed. "I'm sure he'll be okay." She closed her eyes as Faith turned off the light and muttered quietly to herself. "I hope." She wasn't sure if she were just dreaming it, but she swore she heard Dean's voice whisper 'Help me.'
The next morning, Tru took a quick shower and ran back to John's room. She knocked on the door a few times and had to wait a few seconds before John came to the door.
"Tru, what's the matter?" John asked.
"Where's Dean?" Tru asked.
"Dean's in his room with Sam." John told her.
"Is he okay?" Tru asked.
"Why wouldn't he be?" John asked.
"Because last night he got hurt." Tru said as if John were clueless.
"What happened?" John asked, confused.
"You sent us out and he got hurt." Tru told him.
"Tru, we just got in last night. Me and your father were going to send you two tonight to kill the wendigo." John told her.
"No, you sent us last night." Tru said, confused.
"Tru, it must've been a dream." John said, "If you want to be sure, go check on Dean." Tru nodded and ran over to his room and knocked on the door. She heard someone grumble on the other side and then a thud and a 'shit' before someone answered the door.
"Tru, what's the matter?" Dean asked, pulling a t-shirt over his head.
"You're okay?" Tru asked.
"Why wouldn't I be?" Dean asked.
"The hunt last night." Tru said quietly but he heard.
"You went on a hunt last?!" Dean asked.
"W-We were." Tru muttered.
"Tru, we just got in last night. We watched movies in your room, remember?" Dean said, looking at her confused.
"Y-Yeah." Tru did remember the movie but that was two days ago. Something was going on and she didn't know what it was.
"Good. Now let me get dressed and I'll pick you up at your room and then we'll go get breakfast, okay." Dean said, looking down at her. Tru just nodded. "Good." He gave her a small kiss before Tru turned and left the room. She walked back to hers and found Faith just waking up.
"Faith, do you remember what happened yesterday?" Tru asked.
"Yeah, we spent five fuckin hours in the car coming here just for dad to say that only you and Dean were goin on the hunt." Faith said grumpily.
"What the fuck." Tru said to herself, confused.
"What?" Faith asked.
"N-Nothing." Tru said, moving back toward the door. She opened it and found Dean waiting for her on the other side.
"Ready?" Dean asked.
"Sure, lets go." Tru said softly, allowing Dean to wrap his arm around her waist and lead her across the street to a small diner.
During the whole meal, she didn't eat a lot. She was still confused. She knew that she hadn't dreamt about the hunt, that it really had happened, but how did no one else remember. She was brought out of her thoughts by Dean saying her name over and over.
"W-What?" Tru asked.
"What's the matter Tru?" Dean asked, concerned.
"Nothing. I'm fine." Tru promised. Dean just gave her a skeptical look but didn't say anything. "C-can we head back, I'm kinda tired."
"You sure you'll be able to hunt tonight?" Dean asked.
"Yeah, I'm just a little tired. Quick nap and I'll be ready to kick some ass." Tru said, forcing a smile as she stood up and walked to the door with Dean walking beside her. Dean wrapped his arm around her waist and held her close.
"Tru, maybe I should take Faith with me instead, you seem really out of it." Dean said after a few moments of silence.
"I promise I'll be fine." Tru told him. Dean walked Tru back to her room and she walked in. She found Faith and Sam talking, both sitting at the small table. When Tru walked in, they both stopped and looked at her.
"What?" Tru asked.
"You okay now? You seemed kinda upset earlier." Sam said kindly.
"I'm fine. Just a bad dream last night." Tru promised them. "I actually didn't get a lot of sleep last night so I'm gonna get a quick nap in before the hunt tonight."
"Okay, we'll be quiet." Faith said quietly. She knew something was wrong with her sister but she didn't know what.
"Thanks." Tru gave a weak smile before crawling into bed and falling asleep quickly.
"Tru, Tru wake up." Tru groaned at the sound of someone calling her name. "Tru come on, we gotta go." Tru opened her eyes and found Dean looking down at her.
"What?" Tru asked sleepily.
"We've gotta hunt. Lets go." Dean told her.
"Y-Yeah. I'm getting up." Tru said, pushing herself up off the bed.
"You sure you don't just want me to take Faith?" Dean asked.
"I'm fine. I swear." Tru promised, grabbing her jacket off the chair and putting it on. "Lets go." They walked out of the motel room and over to the Impala where Bobby and John were checking through the weapons in the trunk.
"Dad, I got everything we need." Dean told his father.
"We're just making sure Dean." John told him.
"We'll be fine Mr. Winchester. I mean, all we gotta do is shoot the son of a bitch with a flare gun. Not hard." Tru told him.
"Tru, watch your language." Bobby said sternly.
"Sorry, can we just go." Tru asked.
"Yeah, you two be careful. Call if something happens." Bobby told them.
"Nothing will happen." Dean told them.
'I hope.' Tru thought to herself.
"Yeah, we'll be fine." The older hunters nodded and the younger ones hopped into the Impala. As Dean pulled away, Tru's breathing turned nervous and scared.
"Tru, everything's gonna be fine." Dean said, taking her hand in his.
"I know Dean. I know." Tru said, giving him a weak smile.
Twenty minutes later, they had ditched the car and were walking through the wooded area from the previous day, only Dean didn't know that.
"Tru, seriously, are you sure you're okay." Dean said, more of a worried statement than a question.
"Dean, I'm fine." Tru told him.
"Tru, tell me the truth." Dean stopped walking and turned to her.
"We don't have time for this. We gotta find this windego." Tru said, trying to walk away but Dean stopped her.
"Talk to me." Dean said.
Tru was getting mad. What was she supposed to say? 'Oh all this shit happened yesterday and you ended up getting hurt. And somehow they day rewound and only I know it.' She opened her mouth to say something but she saw the windego coming up behind Dean.
"Dean!" Tru yelled, pushing him out of the way and pulling out her flare fun. Dean fell to the ground as the windego threw Tru back. She hit a tree that if she would've been paying attention, she would've noticed it was the same tree Dean had been thrown into. She didn't hit her head hard, just a small tap.
"Tru!" She heard Dean yell before she saw a bright flash of light, followed by a shriek of pain. The light vanished and Tru felt someone at her side. "Tru, are you okay?" Dean asked worriedly.
"Peachy keen Dean." Tru said, giving a small laugh at the rhyme.
"Why did you push me out of the way?" Dean asked.
"It was coming up behind you. The only thing I had time for." Tru said, giving a small shrug.
"Okay, I think we should get back now." Dean told her, helping her up.
"Okay." Tru nodded, allowing him to help her up. Tru swayed a little so Dean wrapped his arm around her waist and helped her out of the wooded area back to the car. "I want hot coco." Tru said, sounding a little out of it.
"Okay, we'll get you some." Dean said, helping her into the car.
"K." Tru nodded as she leaned her head back against the seat.
When they got back, Dean helped Tru back to her room. Faith was sitting in bed, flipping through channels.
"What happened?" Faith asked.
"She got knocked into a tree. Nothing too bad." Dean said, helping Tru onto her bed.
"Yeah, see. No blood." Tru said, touching the back of her head and showing Faith that there was no blood.
"She's just a little sleepy. She should be fine." Dean told her.
"Tru, you sure you're okay?" Faith asked.
"Wonderful. I just wanna go to bed." Tru said, closing her eyes.
"Okay, we'll see you in the morning." Dean said, kissing her cheek as Tru fell asleep.
The next morning, Tru woke up with a headache. She groaned and held her head as she pushed herself out of bed.
"Tru, come on." Faith said, walking into the room.
"What?" Tru asked.
"We're all going out to breakfast before we head back home." Faith told her.
"Huh?" Tru asked again.
"You and your boy toy finished your hunt so we're heading home" Faith told her.
"We are?" Tru asked.
"Stop with twenty questions. Just get changed and lets go." Faith said. Tru changed into a pair of blue jeans and a black shirt before following her sister out of the motel room to the diner down the street. They found Bobby and John sitting at one booth while Sam and Dean sat at another one a few booths away. Tru smiled and took a seat next to Dean while Faith sat next to Sam.
"I don't wanna leave." Sam said sadly.
"Me neither." Dean said, wrapping his arm around Tru.
"Knowing the way things go, we'll prolly see each other next week." Faith told them.
"Probably." Tru agreed. They ate their breakfast slowly, talking most of the time and laughing.
"Kids, time to go." John said from his and Bobby's booth.
"Girls, lets go." Bobby called.
"Okay." They all said at the same time. They all slid out of the booth and walked back to the motel where the cars were.
"Bye Tru." Dean said, hugging Tru close.
"Bye Dean. I love you." Tru said softly.
"I love you too." Dean said, pulling back enough to kiss her. They stayed like that for about a minute before someone cleared their throat from behind them. They both jumped apart to face John and Bobby.
"Sorry." They both muttered, looking away.
"Time to go." John said sternly.
"Get in the car Tru." Bobby told her.
"Yes sir." They both said as Dean headed for the Impala and Tru headed for her dad's Cadillac. She slid into the backseat beside her sister who was smirking at her.
"Leave me alone." Tru said, staring out the window.
"I didn't say nutin." Faith said defensively.
"You didn't have to." Tru muttered as Bobby got into the car and drove off in the opposite direction of the Winchesters. Tru sighed and leaned against the window, still trying to figure out how and why the day rewound.
Okay, so yeah. I've had about half of this on the computer for about a week but I could never finish it. Damn me and my flirting with the cute boy. lol. Anyway, it didn't turn out the way I wanted it, just like my chapter for Numb, but I kinda like it. What do you think?