I don't own Supernatural, reviews are welcome :)
"We found someone!" Dean yells early next morning, how is he even walking I think, he was dead drunk last night.
"Who?" I ask.
"Some healer named Emmanuel." He tells me.
"Then there's no time to loose." I say grabbing my dad's leather jacket. We jump in the car and drive, Dean with his eyes fixated on the distance, determination shown on his face, he is so much different that the sobbing drunk I comforted the night before. After a few minutes of silence I put my earphones in and listen to music, the odd mixture that has come to be threw different years and influences. I close my eyes, when they next open we are at a gas station in southern Nebraska, "We are getting closer, do you need anything?" Dean asks talking threw the open window.
"I'm good." I yawn, falling back asleep.
"Wake up sleeping beauty!" I hear Dean practically shout. "We're here, why have you been sleeping so much today?" He asks
"I don't know, maybe it is because I have been drinking every night, or because I am emotionally drained, or maybe I am still recovering, or it could just be the fact that I haven't slept more that a few hours a night for weeks." I respond.
"Ya, ya, now get up." He tells me. I am fixing my hair, which doesn't take long due to the fact that it is like 2 inches long. "And Maya, thank you for everything." He says.
"No problem, now let's fix your brother."