A/N: Here's another Between Cases. I hope you enjoy.
Why do I feel like I have to be so obedient to John? I was gonna leave. I was gonna try and get as far away from the Winchesters as I could. But instead, I'm still sitting in the back seat of the Impala, looking out the window at the scenery rushing by. The brothers up front are quiet. To be honest, I don't blame them. They were looking for their dad, and once they find him they have to split up again. It's not fair. We slow down and pull into a parking lot. I look up to see a motel. Dean parks and looks at Sam, then me.
"Looks like you're gonna have to book the room, short stuff." Dean says to me. "Sam and I have scratches on our faces." I nod and search around to find a jacket to cover the injury on my shoulder. I also take out my fake ID that matches the credit card I lifted off some lady ages ago. Whoever it is, doesn't seem to mind that I use it once in a while. I pull on my spare jacket and get out of the car.
I walk into the office, and I am able to successfully book a room with two queen sized beds. She gives me two keys and I walk back out to the Impala. The boys get out with some essentials and they follow me to the room. I unlock the door and walk in. As I turn on the light the brothers walk farther into the room and set the bags on one of the beds. I close the door and join them.
"Do we have first aid stuff?" I ask them.
"Uh, Here's some gauze." Sam says, holding it out to me.
"Rubbing alcohol?" I ask.
"Here." Dean tosses a bottle to me. They go back to looking through the bags as I head to the bathroom to get a better look at my shoulder. I take off my jacket to look at my reflection. I can't help but wince. I grab a small facecloth from the towel rack and wet it in the sink before carefully trying to clean the wound. It hurts like a bitch. I am not looking forward to the alcohol. Once my wound is clean, I grab a second facecloth. I pour some of the rubbing alcohol on it and take a breath before lightly dabbing it in my wound. I hold in a scream as it burns.
"Bitch." I say as quietly as possible. Once that's done I wrap the gauze around my arm and shoulder. I lean on the sink and take a few breaths before going out into the main room. They're sitting at the small table with papers already spread out in a mess. "Alright, who's next?" I ask, getting their attention.
"He is." They both say, pointing at each other. It makes me smile as I grab the ice bucket.
"I'm gonna fill this with water real quick. When I get back out here, one of you needs to be sitting on that bed." I say, pointing to the bed with nothing on it. "Or I'll be deciding who goes first." I head into the bathroom with the ice bucket and fill it with warm water. I clean off the cloth I used as much as I could with cold water to get my blood out. I walk back into the room and see Sam sitting on the free bed.
I set the ice bucket and cloth down before going back and grabbing the rubbing alcohol, and gauze. I also grab the other facecloth after cleaning it, too. I head over to the table and grab the chair Sam had been sitting in before. I drag it over to where Sam is and set up everything on the chair. The cleaning cloth and alcohol cloth separated, so I don't mix them up.
"Ready?" I ask him.
"As I'll ever be." He answers. I grab the cleaning cloth and wring it out in the ice bucket before starting to clean the blood from the younger Winchester's face. He winces a little.
"So, how did you guys decide?" I ask him.
"Rock, paper, scissors." He answers with a slight laugh, starting to pull away from my hand. I grab his chin to hold him in place as I clean the wound on his cheek. Once I'm done with cleaning up the blood I put the cloth back in the now bloody water in the ice bucket. Then I grab the other cloth and the alcohol.
"Prepare yourself, Sammy. This shit stings." I say, smiling at him. He takes a breath and nods before I begin to use the alcohol covered cloth to clean the wound of bacteria. Once I'm done I try to figure out how to bandage his cheek. "Do we have any medical tape?" I ask to both of them. I hear Dean move towards the bed with the bags to check. He finds a roll and tosses it at me. I catch it and start to secure the gauze over Sam's cheek. Once he's done, I head back into the bathroom to clean the cloths and get fresh water for cleaning Dean's wound. "Alright Dean, you're up." I say before I exit the bathroom.
"Ready when you are." He says as I hear the door to the room open and close. I walk back into the room and see that Sam has left.
"Where'd he go?" I ask as I set up everything on the same chair. Dean is now sitting where Sam was before.
"He went to get us food." The older Winchester answers. I begin to clean the blood from his face, and I can't help but feel the tension between us. "I know this is hard for you, Shel."
"What?" I ask.
"You wanted to leave." He clarifies.
"Well, John wants me to stay, so I'll stay." I feel the stinging of tears in my eyes, but I fight them back.
"This isn't gonna work if we don't talk about what happened with us." He says.
"And as I said before, I'm ready when you are." I say as I move to the rubbing alcohol step of cleaning the wound. He winces as I bring the alcohol soaked cloth to the wound on his forehead.
"Well, we're alone now, so maybe we can talk now." He says through his teeth. He's not mad; he's just clenching his jaw from the stinging of the alcohol. I stay quiet as I begin to bandage the wound with the gauze and medical tape. His eyes are glued on me as I finish and begin to clean up. "So?" He asks, trying to get me to talk.
"What?" I say, not turning to him.
"I thought we were gonna talk." He says.
"And you think I should be the first one to say something?" I laugh as I dump out the bloody water in the bathroom sink. He lets out a frustrated sigh before speaking again.
"Shel, I'm sorry. I don't know what got into me. Back then I was immature. I was a stupid kid." He says.
"Yeah, well, it seems like you're still that immature kid." I throw back at him. "I know that just from the little bit of time I've been traveling with you two."
"What?" He asks, seeming not to know what I'm talking about.
"Well, a couple recent examples are the 'charming, perky, officer of the law'. I think her name was Amy." I say putting air quotes around the words he had used to describe a woman. "And some bimbo bartender."
"I was getting information on the case." He tries to defend.
"Right." I say. "And if I'm remembering correctly, you got nothing but the bartender's phone number. And you're lucky the cop fell for you enough to give us those files." He takes in a breath and looks to the ground. "And then, it seemed like you were just throwing it in my face." I say, trying to keep my voice from cracking, as I stare him down. "You were just spouting about how the cop was a Sagittarius who loves tequila. I wanted to knock you out right then and there." I pause as he slowly lifts his head to look at me. "And then, the stunt you pulled in the motel room when we were alone. You're all over the map, and I can't have that in my life."
"There's nothing I can say."
"No, there isn't." Suddenly I feel something going down my cheek. Dean notices and walks up to me. He caresses my cheek and wipes away the tear as he rests his forehead gently on mine.
"I'm so sorry." He says in a low whisper.
"You should be." I say as my voice finally breaks. He pulls back to place a soft kiss on my forehead, and he pulls me into the best hug I have ever had. I breathe in his scent as he places a hand on the back of my head. I forgot how good it felt to be wrapped in his arms. We stay that way for, I don't know how long. We hear the key in the lock of the door and reluctantly pull apart. I bring the chair, I had been using as a sort of table before, back to the small table on the other side of the room as Sam walks in with a pizza box. He looks between Dean and I, sensing that something happened while he was gone.
"Everything okay in here?" He asks us.
"Yeah, Sammy." I say. "Everything's fine."
"We were just talkin' about some stuff." Dean adds.
"And there's more we need to talk about, but that can wait for another time." Dean looks at me with a confused expression.
"Yeah?" He asks me.
"Yeah." I confirm. An awkward silence fills the room.
"Well, I got food." Sam breaks the silence as he holds out the pizza box to Dean. "So dig in." I didn't realize how hungry I was until that moment. We wolf down the whole pizza, and I let the boys have the last two slices. The rest of the night, Dean steals questioning glances at me. There is something else that happened that he doesn't even know about. I just can't bring myself to tell him yet.
A/N: Ooo. What could it be? Can you guess? I would love to know what you guys think. I already have a plan for what the secret is, and I have a plan for why the incidents with Shelby and Sam as babies were four years apart. Will she develop psychic abilities? We'll just have to wait and see.