Chapter Five

As I silently looked at the house, or what was left of it, I suddenly felt a hand on my shoulder. For a few frightening seconds, I thought that it was yellow-eyes and shuddered as I remembered the way that he'd smiled at me. But then, I turned around and noticed that it was Dean.

"When are you going to stop trying to scare the hell out of me?" I asked him as I relaxed a little bit.

"Do you really want me to answer that question?" Dean asked raising his eyebrow as he added, "and I wasn't trying to scare you, you were just really freaked out."

"Oh yeah, seeing your friend getting burned up on the ceiling while your best friend screams out her name does that to you," I replied sarcastically.

"Oh I don't know, you're pretty calm considering what you've just witnessed," Dean said.

"Well, I think that might be because of the two of you. You both have managed to stay so calm throughout the whole procedure, I think that maybe some of it just rubbed off on me," I said to him, "or maybe this is just the aftershock and you guys might have to put me in a mental hospital after it wears off."

I laughed as I pulled the shawl tighter around myself and heard Dean chuckling as well. For the next few moments, we just stood there, looking at the chaos and the crowd that had gathered around to ask what had happened and I heard Dean sighing next to me.

"What did you see?" he asked me and I knew fully well exactly what he was asking me about.

"What do you mean?" I answered his question with another question.

"I know that you saw something else in that room Sherry and don't even try telling me that you didn't, cause I saw how scared you were in there," Dean said in a knowing tone.

"I…um…don't really remember," I lied, "I just thought that I saw something near the window and went over to take a look, but it was nothing," I reassured him.

I shuddered again as I wrapped the shawl even tighter around myself, if that was even possible, and tried to get the image of those yellow eyes out of my head. Dean just nodded his head and it was hard to tell whether he believed me.

"That's what you were doing in the middle of the room," he suddenly stated. I nodded my head. "Well you could've gotten hurt."

I raised my eyebrow at him as I said, "Wow, I have to say that that thought never occurred to me."

"Yeah, it's not like a house on fire could burn you or anything," Dean replied.

"That's right," I smiled proudly at Dean, "I'm immortal."

"Yeah, and pigs can fly," Dean said rolling his eyes.

"You never told me you could fly," I teasingly nudged him and he suddenly shook his head with a smile on his face, before he turned serious.

"Look I know that I've been quite an ass throughout this whole trip, but shouting at you like that was just taking it a bit too far…and I wanted to apologise to you."

I smiled at his apology and let the smile grow wider as I said, "It's okay. Besides we should probably get those burns looked at."

Dean looked down at the burns that I was pointing to and seemed surprised, as if he hadn't even noticed them before. Dean had probably been so busy taking care of this mess that I was pretty sure that this was the first time he was looking at them.

I went over to the paramedic team nearby just as Sam passed by me, with his laptop in one hand. I went back over to where Sam and Dean were both standing now, with a first aid kit and grinned at them.

But it must have rubbed Sam the wrong way because he suddenly tensed up and said, "I said I'm fine, what will it take for you guys to stop worrying about me?!"

I looked at him confused as Dean nudged him and said, "Dude, stop throwing a sissy fit. That first aid kit is for me."

Sam immediately looked embarrassed as I quickly started to explain, "Dean's burns looked pretty bad so I decided to go get him a first aid kit."

Sam nodded his head understandingly as I went over to Dean and started to dab some of the antibiotic on his wound. I noticed that Sam kept throwing concerned glances Dean's way every time he hissed in pain. But there was nothing that I could do to stop the pain so instead I tried to dab the medicine as gently and carefully as I possibly could, while still trying to hurry up.

As soon as I was done, I went to return the kit back and heard Sam enquiring Dean about his burns. I don't know what exactly it was that they talked about but by the time I came back, Sam and Dean were both laughing.

"Bitch," I heard Dean say to Sam.

"Jerk," Sam replied as he continued laughing.

When I finally reached the Impala, Dean closed the trunk and said, "Let's hit the road!"

Writer's note: So I just wanted to tell all you readers that the next chapter is going to be in Sam's POV, since Sam never really got a chance in these previous chapters.