Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or the characters of Dean and Sam (pouts). I do own the character of Aidan though.
Yelling, there would be a lot of yelling. First Dad would yell at Sam for not calling him when I was in the hospital. Then Sam would yell at Dad by saying something along the lines of if he would of called back with Dean then maybe he would have called. Dad would then yell at Dean for not calling even though Sam said he did. Dean wouldn't yell at Dad but Sam would cut in picking some fight with Dad. Dean would then yell at Sam for yelling at Dad. Then I would yell for all of them to just shut up. That was a pretty accurate explanation on what happened. Although Dean did yell at Dad just a little. Shocking I know!
"I want to know every little detail on what happened with you and that demon." Dad demanded looking me square in the eye. I groaned seeing that it was nearly 1am and all I wanted was sleep. Was that such a terrible thing? "Do not groan at me Aidan. I need to know everything that happened. Everything thing he said. Don't you dare leave anything out." Dad scolded. Dean motioned for me to start. I began to fidget on the bed. I didn't want to go over this again. Without thinking I just started to ramble the story. Every little detail just has Dad requested. I noticed his expression change when I talked about my mother. He almost became uncomfortable. As if he never wanted me to know that part of my life.
"Then he just left, disappeared is more like it." I finished. I surprised myself by not crying once. Though it shouldn't have been much of a surprise. I could never bring myself to cry around Dad. It was like I needed to prove that I was as tough or as brave as my him and my brothers. Dad stood up from the table he was sitting at and began to pace the room.
"I can't believe it." He mumbled running a hand over his hair.
"What is it?" Dean asked watching him pace.
"That demon you're sure he had yellow eyes?" Dad asked.
"Positive. It's kind of sketched in my memory." I tapped at my temple.
"Why would he talk to you?" Dad said to himself. I noticed that Dad and Sam did the same thing when they were trying to concentrate. Both bit at their thumb.
"Maybe he found me sexy." I joked. Both Sam and Dean shot me a, why would you say that, look.
"No, that's not it." Dad said continuing to pace the room. He obviously didn't comprehend what I just said.
"Dad what's going on?" Sam asked losing his patience with Dad.
"I think that demon was the same demon that killed your Mom and Jess." That statement knocked the wind out of all of us. "I knew it. I just knew it when Dean called. That's why I sent you down here." I saw instant anger flood Sam's eyes.
"You come to see us because Aidan talked to Mom and Jess' killer but you won't come see us when one of your kids are in the hospital!" He yelled.
"Sammy don't" I placed a hand on his arm.
"Sam, this demon is a scary son of a bitch. It knows I'm going to kill it. It's after me. I have to be careful." Dad had this way of yelling at you, without actually yelling.
"Do you have any idea how to kill it?" Sam asked his tone a lot softer then before.
"I think so." Dad nodded. Sam sat down next to me on the bed.
"So how do we do it?" Dean asked from the opposite bed.
"There's this gun. A colt. Back in 1835, when Halley's Comet was overhead, the same night those men died at the Alamo, they say Samuel Colt made a gun—a special gun. He made it for a hunter—a man like us, only on horseback. The story goes he made thirteen bullets. This hunter used the gun a half dozen times before he disappeared, the gun along with him. They say this gun can kill anything." Dad explained.
"Anything? Like anything supernatural? Like a demon, the demon?" I asked making sure that I was understanding this correctly. Dad nodded.
"So do you have this gun?" Dean asked looking around the room as if Dad brought it in with him.
"No but I have a pretty good idea where it is." Dad said, finally sitting down next to Dean on the bed. Dad explained about this guy named Elkins who might have the gun.
"Alright so we go to Colorado, hit up this Elkins guy, sweet talk him into giving us the colt, find the demon and smoke the son of a bitch." I said moving so I could lean against the headboard of the bed.
"It's not that simple." Dad shook his head.
"Of course it's not." Sam mumbled. I gently kicked him in the back to silence him. Dad heard him but decided to ignore him.
"Dad I can be a real sweet talker and when I pout, well you know." I mentally slapped myself on the back ignoring the stares I was getting from my brothers.
"Sorry baby girl, Elkins is a hardcore player. Your piercing greens and pout isn't going to work on him like it does on Dean." Dad smiled jabbing his thumb in Dean's direction.
"So how do we get the gun?" Dean asked still scowling from Dad's previous comment.
"Aidan is right about one thing, we do need to go to Colorado." Dad trailed off a little.
"Your talking about stealing it aren't you?" Sam asked. I couldn't tell if he was thrilled or angered by the idea. Dad just nodded his head.
"When do we leave?" Dean asked.
"The morning." Dad got up from the bed. "Get some sleep we leave at dawn." Dad left the room. We all sat in silence for a good five minutes comprehending what had just happened.
"I can't believe he is going to steal that gun." Sam said, always being the first to break the silence.
"I think it's a great idea." I said getting under the covers.
"You would." He said getting up from the bed. I stuck my tongue out at him.
"Let's just get some sleep. We have an early start tomorrow." Dean said breaking up any bickering match that could have started.
"Finally." I sunk deeper in the bed almost falling asleep instantly. Today had been a long ass day.
I woke up to my covers being yanked off me. The cold instantly hit any bare skin that might be showing.
"What the hell." I grumbled burying my face into the pillow.
"Time to get up. Let's go." Dean said hitting my foot as he walked by the bed.
"Five more minutes." I made myself more comfortable.
"Nope." Dean grabbed me by the ankles and threw my ass to the floor.
"I hate when you do that." I whined rubbing my butt.
"If you just would have gotten up in the first place." Dean said packing his bag. I scowled, picking up my bag to get ready. By time I showered and got dressed, Sam was back with breakfast and coffee and Dad was waiting for us outside.
"Aidan you're riding with me." Dad said getting inside his truck.
"Why?" I argued, taking a big gulp out of my coffee.
"Because I said so." I cocked an eyebrow at the response and grudgingly walked over to the truck.
Things were silent between Dad and I for a while. I knew that Dad didn't know what to say to me anymore. It had been that way since he realized that I was becoming a woman.
"So how are things with you?" Dad asked looking at me.
"Fine. How are things with you?" My tone was more sarcastic than I had wished.
"There's no need to be sarcastic Aidan Rose." Oh the middle name. Dad was serious.
"Things are seriously fine." I looked out the side view mirror to see the Impala following. "All three of us have found our rhythm with each other."
"Really?" Dad sounded apprehensive about that. I knew he was talking about Sam and I.
"Sam and I have our moments but were good." I said fiddling with my empty coffee cup. Silence filled the car again.
"You have really grown into a beautiful girl." Dad took my hand and gave it a squeeze.
"Thanks." I said.
"Dean and Sam watch out for you right?" Oh no! I could clearly see where this conversation was going.
"They sure do." I replied shifting slightly.
"I'm sure the boys notice how beautiful you are." Dad said. Yup here it comes!
"I'm sure they do." I looked around the truck for a place to put my cup.
"Any boyfriends?" Dad asked looking out his side window.
"I don't do boyfriends." I saw Dad cringed slightly. I smirked when I realized what he was thinking. Dad's jaw twitched while he thought on how to ask his next question. I decided to put him out of his misery. "Dad trust me when I say that there is no boy getting anywhere with me with Dean and Sammy around." Relief fell upon his face.
"Good. That's good." My phone vibrated from my pocket, indicating that I had a text message. I pulled it out. It was from Dean.
How's it going with Dad? I turned around to see that Dean was driving and it looked like Sam was yelling at him. Probably from texting while driving.
Fine. I just got asked if I was having sex. I replied. I stayed turned to around to see Dean pick up his phone. The look on his face was priceless.
You said no right? I laughed while I replied to him. He was going to kill me.
Hell no! I told him I was it having anytime I could. It's the truth anyways. The Impala swerved off the road a little, kicking up some dirt and gravel from the side of the road.
"Stop messing with your brother." Dad scolded. I laughed turning around in my seat.
Just kidding, Loser.
We pulled up to Elkin's place a few hours later. The place had an eerie essence to me. We all piled out of out vehicles.
"You almost got me killed back there." Dean said giving me a light shove in the shoulder.
"You just don't know how to handle your car." I replied looking the place over. Dad had already walked in to it to make sure Elkins wasn't home. The look on his face when he came back out told me something wasn't right.
"Elkins is dead and the colt is gone."
A/N: Please ignore any serious grammar mistakes in this chapter. I haven't slept in over a week but I want to get this out to you. Next Chapter: Kind of deals with the episode of Dead Man's Blood because there is a lot of moments in there that I want a sister's perspective on. REVIEW!