Wrote this in a rush. sorry if its bad. have a softball game today and leaving soon and i just need to get this story wrapped up soon, because people keep inboxing me to update almost everyday and im trying the best i can with it. thanks for reviewing!
The next few days were uneventful. Sam had recovered and gone back to school, there was no sign of Roddie, their father took off again. The only things that remained the same were Jim staying with the boys and Dean's suspicion about the coven. He had seen many hex bags placed before on past jobs, but had never had one set on himself. It made him jumpy.
It was a Friday night, almost the weekend. Well, for Dean, it was already the weekend. Dean had ditched from school, yet again. He thought they'd be out of this town by now, but his father had more suspicions on the previous job.
Dean was still fuming at his father's behavior, but John, being drunk, did not know what he had done. He had no recollection. When he woke to Sam bruised and blood stained, his father took Dean outside for another one of their famous talks about protecting Sam. Not noticing a scratch on Dean, his father had beaten Dean there on the sidewalk after their talk. That was the way John Winchester always did punishment.
He would always bring Dean away from Sam where he knew that he wouldn't hear the screams that sometimes managed to escape Dean. He would talk and yell at Dean until he was red in the face then beat him with all the pent up rage he had still had in him from the yelling. Dean mostly never knew to throw anything back at his father. That would just result in further injury and punishment.
Dean winced as he stepped out of the old junker car, his leg worse from his father's sober beating. He stepped out of the car, closing the door. He walked into the house, setting the keys on the table. It had been a long day already and it was only a little after noon. He had already been given several detentions, but didn't care to show up, knowing they'd be outta the shithole in a number of days.
He opened the laptop he had left out from the night's research he had the night before. Sam refused to tell Dean the kids name that had pummeled him to a bloody pulp, but had eventually asked around and found out that the kid's name was Roddnie Parker.
He had also realized that, disbelievingly, he had a sister in Dean's grade, Ashley. She was a blonde, head cheerleader, and had a swim suit model body. She had passed him looks every so often and blew him taunting kisses.
How can this kid be Jabba the hut and have a sister like that? Dean thought. He laughed to himself.
He looked at the clock. Sam wouldn't be home for another 3 hours or so. He searched around the room, checking under everything and tearing slashes into the furniture to make sure there was no hex bags. After an hour, he set down his pocketknife, looking pleased with himself. Last time, it had taken him hours to search everything.
He went back to the laptop. He was still worried about the hex bag, not for himself, but for his brother's safety. Last time, it had been triggered for Dean but had ended up on Sam. He shuddered, thinking about what could happen the next time.
"Damn witches.." he muttered to himself, staring at the info in front of him. He read through dozens of articles but found only one that was useful. It had said that the witches usually wore a vessel, hiding the thousand year horrors of the witched features.
"What the hell is with the old chicks wanting hot bodies?" Dean muttered, shuddering.
Dean set the laptop aside after 2 hours of research. He rubbed his temples, sensing a headache coming. He knew that the witch was after him for something he must have done. And he knew that it had been wearing a meat suit, which would make it even harder to find out who the damned thing was.
He looked at the clock. He had 15 minutes before school let out. Dean grabbed his keys, not wanting Sam walking home, considering the last time. Dean tried to tell himself that Roddnie was gone for good, considering he hadn't been found for almost a week. But he couldn't shake the feeling of the wrongness in everything. Roddnie's sister acted casual with her brother's disappearance and had not said a word about it. He had also saw nothing in the paper about him.
Dean pushed away the thought, heading out the door of the house.
When Dean got to the school, he put the car in park. There was no sign of Sam yet, but knowing Sam, he was probably still getting his crap out of his locker. He looked around the school. He hated the school, he hated the kids, he hated this town. He wanted to just pack himself and his brother and flee.
Five minutes had passed and Dean still saw no sign of Sam.
"Sammy, where the hell are you.." Dean muttered. He was getting impatient. Suddenly, a hand knocked at the window. It was Ashley. Dean smiled at himself. He rolled down his window.
"Hey." Dean said swiftly, with a huge grin. Ashley blushed, knowing how Dean was when he saw a cute girl. "You come back to me for more taunting or what?" He said playfully. She laughed, a whole hearted giggle, really.
"No, but I was wondering if you'd like to go the the movies tonight?" She asked smiling again. Dean suddenly banished his smile.
"I wouldn't like to." He said looking down. Ashley was shocked. She almost was ready to burst into tears, thinking that this would've turned out different.
"I'd love to." Dean said. Ashley looked up to see Dean's perfectly aligned white teeth showing.
"Ok." She said smiling. She took out a piece of paper and scribbled something on it. "Call me tonight and we'll go." She said, handing him the slip of paper. He smiled, nodding.
"Hey, Ashley?" he asked as she was about the turn around.
"Yeah?" She asked.
"You seen my little brother anywhere? Brown hair, not quite shoulder length, pain in the ass." Dean smiled. She giggled again.
"I saw him a little while ago, yeah. He was talking to one of his friends about going to his house today after school." She said.
Sammy finally made a friend, Dean thought. He sat there and smiled out into the open space for a moment before snapping back to reality.
"Alright, thanks." He said, smiling up at her. "See ya tonight." He called after her. She waved as she walked away and headed toward her own vehicle.
Score, Dean thought. He folded the paper into his pocket and smiled.
He had a date, Sammy had a friend.
He was happy to be in this town for once.
He put the worries behind him and drove home to finish off what he had left of his pie from the previous night.
Ah, ya can't go wrong with pie, Dean thought.