Shoj- what?
AN: Here is the next part! I was missing Garth, so I decided to throw his skinny butt into the mix! None of the episode based chapters are following the show line exactly, in case you haven't figured that one out yet! Tell me what you think and enjoy!
Apparently Ashley had fallen asleep because next thing she knew it was morning and Sam was walking through the door in running attire, smelling like a high school gymnasium. Well what it probably smells like, she thought to herself. Sneaking out of the shared bed without waking Dean up, she tossed on her hoodie and motioned for Sam to join her outside.
"What's up?" Sam asked taking a deep breathe to refill his lungs. He looked so much better than he did last night.
"Crowley" she said with no hesitation "we should find him before he finds us, again." Sam looked away from his sister and angled his line of vision down the street, squinting his eyes against the harsh morning sun. "Right?" she pestered.
"Uh, yeah I agree, but I still don't think he will come after us again" Sam finally answered with hesitation behind his voice. He knew this was going to piss Ashley off, and braced himself for her infamous bitch slap.
"Alright" she said curtly "we will wait till Dean gets up then ask him" she finished, walking back into the room and making a beeline to the shower.
"What does Sam know anyway" Ashley whispered to herself as she let the hot water run down her back. "I don't have to listen to him" she told herself as she toweled off and blew dry her hair. When she finally stepped out of the steamed bathroom, Dean was up and talking to someone on his cell.
"Who's that?" she asked Sam.
"Bobby, he's got some case for us to join in on."
"Perfect" she said, packing her bag and tossing in next to the door.
"Bobby's friend Garth needs back up on this Shojo case" Dean informed the car full of hunters on their way back to Kansas.
"Wait, a Shojo?" Sam clarified from the front seat.
"Yeah" Dean barked "what did I stutter?"
"Well those things- I thought they were only in Japan" Sam scoffed, not happy that both his siblings had something against him today.
"Apparently not" Ashley sang from the seat behind Dean.
"What the hell is going on with you two? It's been snowing in this car since we left Portland" Dean inquired back towards Ashley. Sam looked out the window, knowing this was entirely his fault.
"Well" Ashley started, climbing up on her soapbox "Sammy here thinks we shouldn't go after Crowley because he won't come after me again, even though I stabbed him, with the demon blade."
"Really? I think she's right Sam" he said nudging his brother in the leg.
"Fine, I'm out numbered" Sam put up his hands in surrender. "I'll look for omens when we are done here" he said directing Dean into the bar they agreed to meet Garth at. The 3 Winchesters had been waiting for an hour in a cramped booth and Ashley was getting restless; the napkin in front of her had been shredded into pieces that littered the entire space she occupied. Draining the last of her latest beer, she motioned to Sam to let her out "I'm going to go have fun while you two losers wait around for Garth." Getting the nod of approval from her brothers, she sauntered over to the dark haired mystery man in the corner pool table all alone.
"Hey" she said picking up a cue stick, making sure her words dripped with the charm she learned from Dean "mind if I join you?"
"Hell yeah" dark hair said handing her his own unopened beer.
Dean's big brother instincts were on full blast, he kept his eyes glued on Ashley just to make sure nothing happened to her, other than mystery guy over there.
"Gotta admit" Dean said with pride soaking into his words "I taught her that." No sooner did the words leave his mouth did a twig come and stand right in front of their table.
"Sam? Dean?" the twig asked with a thick Southern accent.
"Yeah, and you are-" Dean cleared his throat, looking this guy up and down.
"Garth" he said sticking out his hand, only to be met with blank stares "thought there were 3 of ya'll."
"You're correct" Sam finally said, looking over to where the pool table was. Garth followed his gaze and saw a thin beauty lips and hands all over a dark haired mystery guy.
"Is that-"
"Ashley, our sister" Sam finished for the southern stick of a man, trying to get the guy to stop drooling over his little sister.
"Oh" he gasped, breaking out of his trance to see Dean giving him the once over again. "Well, let's get this poopy sorted out" Garth said motioning for the door.
"I'll grab Ash" Dean said standing up, giving Sam his bitch face behind Garth's back.
The four hunters had finally figured out how to beat this Son of a Bitch, but they had to be drunk to see it, so all drank up before heading out stumbling over each other. The hunt had ended with the Shojo dead; however it didn't go down without a hitch. Garth was thrown through a wall, but somehow had walked out in best shape, Dean had been thrown down and hit his head hard against the tile floor, and Sam had a large piece of something sticking straight out of his leg.
Dean helped Sam into the backseat and left the driving to Ashley, who had most control over her faculties. Garth was next to her and was still raging drunk. Dean and Ashley both helped Sam to the bed before tearing the leg of his favorite jeans. Ashley began to clean his wound while Dean reclined on the bed, waiting to be checked out by the best doctor they had.
Sam's leg wasn't nearly as bad as she had thought, it was an easy clean and stitch, but for some reason it had upset her more than she wanted to admit. Tears began to swim in her eyes, but she got control and pushed them back so she could finish this job. Looking over her shoulder to see if Dean could do the stitching, she noticed he was starting to fade.
"No, Dean wake your ass up and stay with me!" She yelled, but he was already out.
"Hey-" Sam croaked "Ash he's alright he was drunk remember? Just stitch me up then go check his head." He was right; she threaded the needle and poked it through his red stained skin. The noise that came out of her brother was one that shook her to her bones, it was the same noise he made when that army guy stabbed him in the back, and when he jumped into the pit.
"I'm sorry Sammy" she through choking back tears. Her hands got sweaty and shaky, the only thing that comforted her was Sam reaching up and finding her left hand. The quick touch gave her all the confidence she needed to finish the last drags. Putting the needle in a shot of cheap whiskey, she went over to Dean and got level with his face to look at the place his head hit, it looked bad and she hoped with all she had he did not have a concussion.
"Hey" she snapped saying with all the confidence she could muster "Hey Dean you awake now?" she yelled with concern behind her eyes.
"Yeah, 'm up" he mumbled, slurring his words together.
"Good! Got a concussion" she asked knowing he would be the best guess and the quickest way to assess what was going on in his head.
"No, just banged up" he said looking over at his brother to see him sitting up and motioning towards Ashley.
"Alright" she said moving over to check on Garth, but seeing him sleeping without any blood on him, she just skipped over knowing he was good enough to live through the night. She walked over to the space in-between the two beds and finally let go of all the emotions that had built up during all this chaos. Her sobs were loud enough to shake the room they were staying in and she could do nothing to stifle them other than try putting her head in her hands.
"Hey! Ash" Sam said scooting closer to the inside edge of his bed "you okay?" he asked reaching a hand out to touch her back.
Instead of answering she began to sway on her feet and knees giving out, she crumpled to the floor in a passed out heap.
"Hey!" Dean lunged trying to catch his sister but failing. He sat her up in a seated position so Sam could angle her head up to keep her airway clear as he ran for water. Dean brought back two, he dumped the first over the top of her head trying to cool her down and help her come to. She moaned, so Sam released her head and Dean got down eye level with her. "Hey Ash-whoa take it easy killer" Dean said, using the nickname he had coined for her. He helped her sit on Sam's bed as he scooted up behind her to give her some support to lean against.
"What happened" Sam asked.
"I don't know" she shook her head "I-I felt like I didn't have a place. It's dumb, I know but I panicked" she whispered, trying to drive the pounding in her head out.
"Well, you do have a place, and as long as you sleep, it's not on the floor" Sam joked, winning a smile out of his sister.
"But, now it's my turn to check your head" Dean said clicking on a light that woke up Garth. Seeing all the commotion, he lifted himself up and asked "What I miss?"
The whole room erupted in laughter, except for Garth.
AN: I will try to post as much as I can these next couple days, but midterms are kicking my butt! Stick with me though, the ideas are all there so once I can write them down posting will be back up to speed! Wish me luck!