Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or the characters of Dean and Sam (pouts). I do own the character of Aidan though.
It had been a few weeks since Sam had come with us on the road. We nosed around Stanford for about a week trying to find anything that would connect us to Jessica's death. We came up short. At first Sam only came along with us to find Dad so it would bring him closer to finding the thing that killed Jessica. He was slowly beginning to see that we needed to kill as many evil sons of bitches in between here and finding Dad.
Sam's and I relationship had changed slightly over the past few weeks. We were fighting less so that was a start. I just didn't have the heart to start fights with him when I knew how bad he was hurting.
"Another crappy motel room, another crappy hunt." Sam said when we stumbled into a room. It was around nine at night and we had just finished a hunt.
"Why don't you go get us some food from the diner a couple miles up the road." Dean tossed me his wallet and the car keys.
"Why do I have to do it?" I whined as Sam and Dean made themselves comfortable on the beds.
"Because we actually killed that ghost." Dean replied.
"Hey it wasn't my fault you two put me on look out." I snapped back.
"Just go get the food." Dean turned on the TV ignoring my glare. I huffed and walked out the door.
"Stupid brothers." I complained getting into the Impala.
I sang along to the song on the radio as I made my way back to the motel room. I strummed on the steering wheel not really paying attention to the world around me. A grin played across my lips when I thought how mad Dean would be when he found out I messed with his radio. I slammed on the brakes when I saw a figure in the road. I stopped just in time. The stranger's back was turned to me. He slowly turned to face me. His clothes were ratty and face was emotionless. He slowly walked to the passenger's side of the car on got in before I could think to lock it. I tried to swallow the lump in my throat.
"Drive." He told me slowly.
"I um.." I stammered trying not to freak out. He reached into this pocket and pulled out a switchblade. "Drive." He told me again. I slowly put my foot on the accelerator and drove. I was trying not to cry. The stranger leaned in close to me. I let out a whimper when he put the edge of the knife to my cheek. "I wont hurt you if you just drive." I gripped the steering wheel hard enough to turn my knuckles white. My bottom lip was twitching as I tried to keep from crying.
"Stop here." He said. I stopped in front of an old abandoned building. He leaned closer to me.
"I'll see you around." He whispered into my ear. He brushed some of my hair behind me ear before he got out of the car and disappeared into the building. I let out a cry and sped back to the motel.
I flew into the motel room totally forgetting about the food that was still in the car.
"Aidan?" Sam asked me concerned. I looked around the motel room.
"Where's Dean?" I asked turning on the bathroom light.
"He went out for a second. What's wrong?" He got up from the bed and walked over to me.
"I need Dean." I started to pace the room. I let the tears fall from my eyes. Sam stood in front of me blocking me from my pacing.
"Let me help you." He took a hold of my shoulders. "My god you're shaking. What happened?" Sam tried to look me in the eyes. I kept averting my glance. I pushed him off me.
"No! I need Dean!" I cried out. Sam looked so scared and confused right now. He desperately wanted to help me but had no idea how. My eyes snapped up when I heard the door start to open. I saw it was Dean and ran over to him.
"Where were you?" I asked him still freaked out. I grabbed on to his arms to keep from falling.
"What's wrong?" He sat me down on the bed. Sam stood in the corner of the room watching us.
"This guy he had a knife and he told me to drive so I did. There was this building. He just told me to drive." I said in between sobs. Dean started to rub my back to try and calm me down.
"Hey your safe now. Just slow down and tell me what happened." Dean soothed still running circle on my back. I took a few deep breaths before I was calm enough to speak.
"I was driving back here and I almost hit this guy. He got into the car and told me to drive. He had a knife so I just drove. He told me to stop at this old abandoned building just outside town. He told me he would see me around then he just got out and left." I started to cry again after that. "It just scared me." Dean pulled me into him. I buried my face into his shoulder. His arms encircled me and he pulled me closer and started to rock me back and forth. That always calmed me down when I was little.
"Dean?" I heard Sam say.
"It's alright Sammy. I got her." Dean continued to rock me.
When I got up the next morning Dean insisted that I show Sam and him the building.
"So this is where that freak told you go?" Dean asked taking a good look at the building.
"Yup." I answered. The building looked a lot less scary in the daylight and with my brothers by my side.
"So was this guy a ghost?" Sam asked peering into some windows. I thought about that question.
"I don't know." I answered. I racked my brain again trying to remember the details about him. "Maybe we should go in." I suggested. Dean nodded and started to make his way into the building. I started to follow but Sam stopped me.
"Maybe you should stay out here."
"What? Why?" I tried to step around him but he was quicker then I was. "Sam! Just let me go in. I'm fully equipped." I pulled out my gun to show him.
"Hey, I'm just trying to protect you." He put his hands up as if he was surrendering to me. I stepped around him and started to walk inside.
"If you should be protecting anyone, it should have been Jessica." I stopped and clenched my eyes shut after I said that. I didn't mean for that to come out that way. I knew how much Sam blamed himself for Jessica's death. "Sam I'm sorry. I didn't mean that." I tried to back peddle.
"Let's just go inside." He said coldly, brushing past me. I flung my head back and sighed. Stupid me.
We went back the motel after carefully inspecting the building. We found out that is used to be a hotel with a bar. Truckers that were passing through mostly used it. Our EMF readers were buzzing. Something definitely went down in that building. Sam started to do research on his laptop the second we were in the room.
"We need to talk." Dean said pointing at me. We stepped outside the room. "What is going on with you and Sam? You two were just starting to get along." Dean leaned against a nearby rail. I shifted my weight not really wanting to tell Dean what I said.
"You can tell huh?" I asked looking past him.
"Yeah I can tell. It isn't that hard considering the death glares Sam is giving you." Dean motioned to the door where Sam was sitting behind. "What happened?" Dean pressured.
"I said something unnecessary." I answered vaguely.
"About?" Dean questioned.
"Jessica." I mumble looking around.
"Aidan Rose!" Dean scolded. The way he looked at me made me feel small.
"I know!" I flung my arms in the air. "I said I was sorry." I tried to explain. Dean cocked an eyebrow at me. "I feel terrible. I really do."
"Go inside and work things out. I don't need to two back to your bickering selves." I agreed and walked back into the motel room.
"Hey Sammy." I said with caution. I wanted to test the waters before I continued. He didn't look at me. "Can I talk to you?"
"It's a free country." Sam scrolled down on whatever web page he was looking at. I was sure he wasn't even reading the information in front of him.
"What I said about Jessica was wrong. I know you would have protected her if you knew what was going to happen." I sat on the edge of the opposite bed. I saw Sam's back stiffen. "Well I'm just really sorry. I feel terrible." I cocked my head waiting for any kind of response.
"It's alright." He mumbled. Sam closed his laptop and turned to face me. He moved so he was sitting Indian style. I copied him. I had a feeling that we were going to clear the air. "I'm not mad at you about that."
"Ok good." I said relived. "But if you wanted to be that would be alright too. God knows we have gotten mad at each other for less." Sam nodded in agreement.
"Can I be honest with you?" He asked. Sam didn't wait for my response. "All those years I wanted you to get mad at me." I popped my eyebrows up in surprise.
"What?" I asked. I was little confused on what he meant by that.
"You were so closed off as a kid. Never showing any kind of emotion. If you were mad at me then I knew that you felt something. Having you angry at me was better then me thinking you felt nothing."
"Are you serious?" I was beyond shocked by that.
"Yeah. I used to be jealous of you too." I laughed.
"I knew that." I thought of all those times Sam purposely used to try and lose me.
"You used to get away with everything. You were Dad and Dean's baby. Always getting your way with them. All you had to do was pout and they would give in. Used to drive me insane." Everything clicked when Sam said that. The real reason why Sam and I fought was not because he tried to give me away it was because Sam never babied me. Sam never gave in to my pouts. I never got my way with Sam.
"I still am all those things." I grinned.
"Don't I know it." Sam murmured.
"Hey!" I feigned being offended. I tossed a nearby throw pillow at Sam. "Your not suppose to agree with me."
"What am I suppose to say then." Sam threw the pillow back at me.
"Your suppose to say that I have matured since then." I tucked the pillow under me.
"Hey Aidan?" Sam's voice went from light to serious.
"Yeah." I answered.
"Why didn't you let me help you last night?" He looked me dead in the eyes. I knew that was going to be brought up sooner or later. I also knew that Sam was hurt that I waited for Dean to help me when he was right there.
"The thing is I knew that Dean would know how to help me." I shifted on the bed. Sam gave me a confused look. I tried to think how to better explain myself. "It was more of a comfort thing. It just has always been Dean that was there." I knew that Sam understood after that.
"So do you think you could ever turn to me for help?" He questioned.
"Sure. I just need time to trust you better I guess." I shrugged my shoulders.
"I understand."
"Hey Sam." I used the same serious tone he had used with me earlier.
"Yeah." He answered looking up.
"We don't have to hug now do we?" I asked pointing to the two of us. Sam smirked and shook his head. I got off the bed and gave him a light punch in the shoulder.
"Snot." He laughed.
"Ass." I shot back. I went to the bathroom to take a shower.
A/N: A turning point for them!! They will probably still have there moments but they will get along better now. Not sure what is going to happen in the next chapter I guess you will have to REVIEW and wait and see.