A/N - Sorry this one is so short but I wanted to get you guys something this weekend. Again, to all of you who are reviewing, alerting and reading. Thank you! Have a safe and happy Memorial Day weekend!
Oh, and again, FF is not accepting my formatting so everything is jumbled together. Sorry about that but I hope you enjoy!
That evening, Dean decided to go and get a drink. He had to get out of that room. They had been researching all afternoon with no new leads. Sam was hovering over Raven like an overprotective mother. Apparently, she was having headaches. Dude, she's a doctor, he thought. Let her take care of herself. When he left, Sam was simply sitting across from her on the bed, gently massaging her temples, looking intently into her eyes. She was looking back at him, just as earnestly, almost like they were communicating. Again, Dean felt like he was intruding on a private moment. Besides, he wanted to check in with Bobby to see if he had come up with anything concerning the "shivers".
Dean pulled out his cell and dialed. "Hey Bobby. Got any new information?"
"Nothin' yet." Bobby replied with exasperation in his voice, "I haven't found anything referring to shivers, much less about two people doing it at the same time. But I have a few more sources to check."
"Thanks for looking. Let me know if you find anything."
"Will do. How's the job goin'?" Bobby asked.
Dean sighed and replied, "Well, we found out what ran the girl over, a World War Two tank. We just don't know who is possessing it or why."
"A tank? That a new one. Since it's from that era, would start with WWII vets buried in the area."
"We have an appointment with the director of the Bedford Historical Society in the morning. Sam and I figured it was the best place to start." Dean's reply was terse.
Bobby noticed that Dean did not include Raven in the conversation. "How are things working out with Raven?"
"Fine." He had no desire to talk about her right now.
Bobby knew that tone and decided it wasn't the best time to ask if he had given her a chance or not. His guess was no considering Dean's tone. Too bad, Bobby thought. They would have made one hell of a team.
Dean interrupted Bobby's thought, "Catch you later, Bobby. I need a drink." He hung up, pulling the Impala into the parking lot of a bar he had seen while they were scouting the town. Sirna's looked like the kind of place he could drink in peace.
Just as he was shutting the car door, Dean heard the most awful noise coming from his left. Sensing trouble, he quickly opened the trunk of the car and pulled out his double barreled shotgun, checked it for salt rounds and ran toward the far end of the parking lot. He spotted a man there, staggering along toward the sidewalk. Dean wasn't sure if the man was the intended target but he couldn't take chance. He yelled at the man to stop where he was but the man couldn't hear him over the screeching of the tank, which Dean could not see. The drunk man finally turned toward the sound and was promptly flattened, but in slow motion. The squishing and crunching took several seconds and right as Dean reached him, the man's head exploded like a ripe melon. The sound disappeared immediately, leaving the parking lot eerily quiet.
Sam lay watching Raven, making sure she was completely asleep. He was currently holding her and willing the nightmares to stay away, just for tonight. Sam was worried, really worried. He had never seen a migraine headache this intense. He had wanted to take her to the hospital but she refused and wrote a prescription for him to go and fill. That had not worked. Her pain was serious but after the peppermint oil treatment Mr. French had suggested, she had relaxed and drifted off. Seeing her in that much pain was like driving a hot poker into his heart. For no reason Sam could understand, Raven had become extremely important to him. Under the current circumstances, there was neither time nor the opportunity to examine the relationship. He just had to go with it. Raven twitched in his arms and Sam instinctively drew his arms around her tighter. There was one thing Sam knew, after this job was over, he wasn't going to let her go. No matter what Dean had to say about it.
Dean never got his drink. By the time he had finished up with the local cops, Sirna's was closed. There wasn't a bar open he could find within a reasonable distance. So he decided to go back to the motel and get some sleep.
He opened the door to find Raven in the same place she had been last night, in Sam's arms. She twitched and moaned in her sleep, a look of pain crossing her face. Sam stirred, whispered in her ear and she settled down. Wow, Dean thought, I used to do that for him when he was little. He smiled at the memory. Sam opened his eyes and looked at Dean. He held his finger to his lips, asking for him to be quiet as he slid out of the bed, being careful not to wake her.
"What's up?" Sam asked looking concerned, "Raven has been in a lot of pain tonight and I don't want to wake her."
"She's in pain? What's wrong with her?"
"Migraine headache, a really bad one. I wanted to take her to the hospital but she refused. I finally got her to sleep after you left. Dean I am really worried. At one point, she was writhing in agony. That stuff Mr. French gave us helped."
Dean couldn't help but see the pain in Sam's eyes. He truly cared for Raven and although Dean has very little use for her, he wasn't going to hurt his brother. "You think she's gonna be ok?"
Sam looked surprised at the concern he was showing but said nothing, "Hopefully she will. I guess a good night's sleep will help. So, what's going on with you? You look like hell."
"The tank struck again. This time it was right in front of me."
Sam went from concerned to alarmed instantly, "Dean, are you alright?"
"Yeah, I'm good. But the poor drunk that was walking home wasn't so lucky. He's pretty much pudding now and we still have no leads. I did get pictures of the body and the tracks. Maybe Raven can take a look when she wakes up." Dean glanced at the bed where she was sleeping peacefully. He may dislike her but he didn't hate her or want her to be in pain.
"Go back to bed , Sam. We'll pay a visit to the Historical Society in the morning and see what answers we can come up with."
Early that morning, Dean heard an awful moan come from Sam's bed. He rolled over to find Raven there, alone, thrashing and wailing, calling out a name, Kay. Dean quickly went to her side and rubbed her hair, as he had seen Sam do, whispering in her ear that everything was ok. She responded instantly, going quiet and relaxing. Dean continued to soothe her until her breathing returned to normal. Standing and returning to his own bed, he crawled under the covers. Looking at her for a few minutes, he made sure she was settled before closing his own eyes. Right before he went under, he sighed and felt full of peace. The feeling was warm and he grabbed on to it, holding it tight as the world went dark.
Across the room, Raven smiled in her sleep.