So…my first Fanfic. Hope you all have enjoyed it so far. I know it isn't the absolute best. Reviews are greatly appreciated, by the way. I would love to see what you guys think.
John looked at Dean. Dean looked at John. They stared at each other, before Dean spoke up.
"This is all your fault." He said, venom laced in his voice. John sighed, looking older than ever.
"I know."
"You left a fourteen year old boy, my baby brother, to die. And now he's a sadistic son of a bitch that can't even go out in daylight without the cops trying to arrest him." Dean growled.
"I know." Dean bristled.
"Oh, you know, do you? You know that Sammy is falling apart! You know, and you're just standing by doing nothing! I should never have listened to you!" Dean cried. John sighed again.
"You think I don't know what Sam's been going through? Sam doesn't want to be found, so we can't find him. There's also the thing that killed your mother to deal with." John knew as soon as the words were out of his mouth that they were the wrong words to say. Dean stared at John like he'd sprouted two heads.
"My god, you care more about that than you do him. You disgust me." Dean spat. John shook his head, but couldn't say anything, because Dean was already trudging off, heading towards the car they stole.
"Let's go to Bobby's. We haven't been there in ages." Dean said.
"No. Bobby said never to come back after we told him what we planned to do, remember?" John argued. All John heard in reply was Dean's snort, and then the rumble of the car as it came to life. John sighed and got in the passenger.
"Fine," He huffed. After that there was no noise. The drive was silent. No music, no talking. That was kind of a rule now. So they drove in silence, anticipating the thought of finding Sam, though as to what they were going to do next, they had no idea.
Sam reached the barn in thirty minutes. He was meant to get there faster, but the police were doing their patrols, so he had to be careful. After stealing that booze…..well, let's just say he wasn't best buds with them after that.
Sam burst into the barn, waving his guns. There were five medium sized cages. Each one had one teen in them. They were all between the ages of fourteen and sixteen. Ash was in the cage furthest away. I bolted over there. When I saw she was alright, I breathed a sigh of relief. Ash was small, at least for her age. She was sixteen, too, and a very sickly person. She had always said that she hadn't planned on making it past twenty.
"Ash, can you hear me? Are you okay?" I asked. Ash groaned and her eyes fluttered open. She stared straight at me, before smirking, trying to hide how afraid she was.
"Took your time, lover boy." She mumbled. I smiled, and then trained my gun on the lock on the cage. I pulled the trigger, and the cage door slid open. I pulled Ash out, checking her over for wounds. She was okay. I sighed and ran a hand through my hair.
"Let's get outta here." I said, pulling her along.
"What about the others?" Ash asked. I sighed and shot at each one of the locks, all the cage doors swinging open. Then we ran. Oh, how we ran. We knew there were going to be more demons around, and we didn't want to be there when they came to get us.
We finally got away, after a frantic scrabble with the keys, and we were soon on our way home. Back to Bobby's. I sighed as I rubbed my forehead, feeling a headache coming on.
"I need a drink." I muttered. Ash snorted, and then took my hand in hers.
"It's okay. I'm okay. We're okay." Ash said. She leaned back in the seat, and her eyelids drooped dangerously low, but she didn't fall asleep. Ash then smiled slightly and mumbled,
"God, am I hungry." And I laughed.
"Sure you are. Did they make you eat anything there?" I asked. She shook her head. We continued the drive in silence.
I had Ash back, and that was all that mattered.